During most of the year you can’t really get donuts around here. Not good ones anyway, Israeli donuts taste like slightly glazed car tires.
Then, about a month and a half before Hannukah, all the bakeries start churning the little bastards out in every concievable, delicious flavor combination, destroying any diet that dares stand in their path, only to disappear from the shelves as soon as Hannukah ends, leaving a donut shaped hole in our collective hearts and stomachs.

Those bastards.