I didn't realize donuts could be political.
Nor do I care.
I followed my nose from the little mexican shop up the street to find myself standing in a tiny shop filled with the most magical smell. We don't get fresh donuts in Akron, you see (unless you count the lone Krispy Kreme). They were a touch too sweet for me (most desserts are), but they made for a fantastic road trip snack on the way back home.
The maple bacon donut was my favorite, obviously. But the samoa really hit it out of the ballpark considering that I didn't stalk the local girl scouts this year. I have to admit though, I'm kind of sad they didn't make these a touch smaller and serve them on skewers for more driving-friendly snacking.