I have a donut problem. Scratch that: I have several donut problems. One problem is that I love donuts. Not a problem, you say? Reader, I confess, I love donuts too much. My dog’s veterinarian is a block from one of my preferred donut shops, and I am incapable of taking Winnie in for a checkup without popping in for a quick snack on the way home. “Just one old-fashioned donut,” I say to myself, “Lunchtime is hours away!”. Then I look at the donut case and find myself ordering a fritter too, might as well get a boston creme for my son, and gee, that blueberry glazed looks good. I have the same problem when I pass by the donut shop near Kaiser Permanente after my own doctor’s appointments. And when I’m driving home from a hike from Sycamore Canyon Wilderness Park – Donut Tyme is right there, I might as well stop in. I treat myself too often, perhaps, but it can be difficult to resist temptation when there are so many superb donuts available.