August in Ohio smells like sweet corn, sunscreen, and if you know where to drive, warm glaze cooling on a wire rack.
We spent the month chasing rumors, following handwritten signs, and asking gas station cashiers where the locals go before sunrise.
What we found was a state absolutely loaded with family-run donut shops, some open all night, some sold out by nine in the morning, and a few that have been frying the same recipe since your grandparents were dating…