Is there any way to eat a doughnut that isn’t totally filthy? A plump luscious sphere of deep-fried dough sits in front of me. Begging for my tongue, my lips, my teeth to penetrate the sugar-dusted skin and reveal the secret chamber oozing, yearning outward. I bite; it’s an immersion, more than consumption. That glistening dark golden skin against my lips, around my mouth. A little more pressure and I have broken through;...