Contributed by Brandie Kajino
I never knew I could love a plain donut as much as I do. I found myself in a tiny little town on the border of Oregon and Washington early last summer. I was giving a presentation, and had come into town early so I could relax and walk around. I walked past a little shop where a grandmotherly, delightful woman was carefully making tiny little bite-sized donuts in the window. The sweet and slightly spicy aroma filled the air as I walked by. I go to the end of the block, walked back and opened the door to her little shop. The smell called me. The owner smiled at me, I handed her money, and she handed me fresh, unadulterated donut-y goodness.
Since that day, I wanted to make donuts like that. Simple, slight taste of nutmeg and perfectly brown. Over the weekend, I looked for a recipe. I tried one. It was a dud. Then I tried another, which had buttermilk in it, and I just knew it would be the one. I was right.
I made a half batch, coated them in cinnamon sugar, and shared them with the neighbors. Hey, a good thing is worth sharing. :)
Here's the recipe if you'd like to try them yourself: