donut

So I went home—we only lived about a quarter mile away—and I got on my bicycle and rode back, and he was in the donut shop.

For better or worse, jazz is turning into the music you hear when you drink coffee and munch on a donut or bagel.

You're not keeping people from buying that donut; you're just making sure they know its calorie "cost".

Can I take refuge in the thought that the mash-up of French and American pastry idioms gives this donut some postmodern cred?