I've never been a huge fan of syrup so this photo speaks directly to my soul. I'm not sure if that's icing, cake batter, melted ice cream or what, but whatever it is, I want it in my mouth now.
Imagine waking up on Sunday morning after a super fun night out on the town for your friend's birthday. You're exhausted, you're sore, your voice is hoarse from proclamations of merriment, your hair smells funny and you still have one sock on. Now imagine that this donut appears on your nightstand. Feeling a bit better now? I thought so.
We just had an old chair reupholstered recently and decided not to have tufted cushions because those damn buttons catch on everything and rip out all the time. In cake form, the only thing buttons have to worry about is my sneaky fingers popping them off and eating them.