Pumpkin Donuts. O me, O my, why has it taken me this long to try you? You’re so spicy, so sweet, so… autumn-y. You leave tiny, sugar-coated morsels of pumpkin-y goodness behind that my tongue searches for and craves. You make the cup of coffee that much stronger, that much more intense. You are delicate, but you are not gentle… you take over my senses and make me weep. O me, O my, Pumpkin Donuts, where have you been all my life?