Since going gluten-free, doughnuts are one of the things I miss most during the holidays. Each year, on December 26, my grandfather would wake up before everyone else and make his way to the local doughnut store. He'd bring back a bakers' dozen of every kind of sugary treat. As each of us awoke, sleepy-eyed, stepping over boxes and leftover ribbon, we would reach into the box for something sweet and find our way to a cup of coffee or tea. We'd sit and laugh and dunk our doughnuts, savoring the moments before we knew it was time to clean up the festive disaster left over in our living room.