It's either zeppole at the San Genaro fetstivals in NY when I was growing up or sopaipillas I had in New Mexico when I was moving to California.
The zeppole was definitely yeasty, irregular in shape, crisp outside, soft inside, meltingly sweet with powdered sugar sticking on from the grease. MMMM!!
The sopaipillas were warm pillowy squares of tender fried dough that came in a basket accompanied with a squirt bottle of honey. They didn't really taste yeasty but I can't really remember. Been looking for a recipe for these things since I set up my computer after settling in California. Six years and still zip.
The only donuts I don't really care for are the hard ones sold at the supermarket. Although, there was one night at 3 in the morning when I was coming home from work and stopped by the Safeway. I could smell them frying as soon as I walked in through the doors. Had to buy one. It was the only time I ever had a fresh supermarket donut. And on that final note, you see how I spell the word.