The world I thought I lived in forever changed in the few years of my pre-teens, just as it did for every kid I knew or went to school with, and I suspect, many in my generation.

We all have an affinity for our favorite grocery chains — for me, growing up, my sense of nostalgia is rapidly invoked at the sight of a Shoppers. They sell “colossal donuts,” the best of which is the apple fritter. As a boy, my father would take my sister and I to Shoppers on weekend mornings, get us a donut (politely ignoring the fact that every single week I’d eat entirely around the apple filling in the…