In the US, there is a chain of donut shoppes called DUNKIN' DONUTS, which started in Massachusetts in the 1950-60s. My dad would buy a dozen plain ones. After a day, they'd get stale and my mother would then slice them in half like a bagel and toast them and slather with butter.
I can still taste them... the closest thing for me to that is a Welsh Cake. Rich and soft, no dunking needed! 
"Old fashioned" expressions that young people have never heard.






