I enjoy a donut on a Sunday

So, I like to eat a plain cake doughnut on Sunday morning. It is part of my Sunday ritual. For the dogs, Sunday is egg day. For me it's doughnut day. As you know, I have been limiting my consumption of animal products of unknown origin (APUO). This has made the Sunday doughnut nearly impossible, and I have yet to find a suitable alternative. Last Saturday evening, I needed a few items at the store. "delicious Sunday donut," was on my list. I decided to have one this week despite the APUO. It was after midnight and the bakery was closed so there were no pretty pastries lined up in rows in the glass case. I would have to buy a package of doughnuts or no doughnut at all. So, I settled on a purchase of one dozen cake doughnuts. I figured I would freeze the rest and have them for several Sundays hence. The packaging was standard grocery store packaging: a hinged lid, a clear plastic box, a crooked sticker indicating the price. These familiar cues led the happy little child dwelling in the depths of my subconscious to believe those donuts had a wholesome past. I wanted to believe that at the end of the day, the same happy baker who made the donuts from scratch with wholesome ingredients right back there behind the counter; then packaged all the left over donuts into these little hinged boxes, and lovingly placed the stickers on each one. WRONG!! When I read the label in the morning over coffee, I realized I couldn't have been more wrong. My donuts came all the way from Cincinnati, Ohio! I had been deceived. One would think that baked goods purchased in the bakery are relatively fresh and packaged relatively recently. Nope! So, in order to keep my donuts tasting delicious between Cincinnati, Ohio and Ogden, Utah; they had to be made with 'pretend' food. The ingredient list boasted a litany of preservatives, additives, stabilizers, flavorings, colorings, etc. These weren't donuts. They just looked like donuts. So, I am on a quest, a quest not unlike the quest to meet the cheese cows, or the quest to meet the happy chickens. I am on a quest to find a doughnut in my own little town of Ogden, Utah. The perfect doughnut will meet the following specifications: 1) It must be a plain cake doughnut, although a sprinkling of cinnamon is nice. 2) It must be baked in Ogden less than 24 hours before purchase. 3) It must not contain any 'pretend' ingredients. i.e. 'flavor,' 'color,' 'preservative.' 4) The origins of all ingredients must be known. Local is a plus. Organic is a plus. 5) In regards to APUO, the doughnut must either contain no dairy or eggs, OR contain dairy and eggs of known responsible origins. There may be no such doughnut in my town, but I am about to find out.