March does something magical in Michigan. The snow loosens its grip, the air smells a little sweeter, and suddenly the idea of a warm, fresh donut feels less like a craving and more like a mission.
This is the month when Amish markets quietly become the real MVPs of comfort food.No flashy signs, no fuss, just trays of golden donuts that taste like they came straight out of someone’s happiest childhood memory.
And here’s the thing: once you’ve had one, you get it. The soft centers…