Culturally Confused Donuts, or An African, an American, and a Mexican Walk into a Brunch

Culturally Confused Donuts, or An African, an American, and a Mexican Walk into a Brunch

It started with the wedding presents. My sister bought us some donut pans, pre-planning bucolic mornings of baking and tending children and generally having an idyllic American morning. I saw this challenge and I accepted. When the opportunity arose, I texted my sister and asked for a recipe. She replied and I checked that I had the…