So what does one do on the morning after Halloween? One sneaks over to the neighbors, steals their pumpkin, hacks it to pieces, roasts and the purees it, and then makes … these lovely doughnuts. I guess that means I could call them Dead Jack-o-Lantern Donuts, but that’s not very appetizing sounding.
PS: the neighbor’s Jack-o-Latern is still on their porch. I may be a pumpkin murderer, but I’m not a thief!