We definitely do have doughnuts. My dad used to make them when my parents had their tearooms. He had a foolproof recipe: he'd make up a batch of scone dough, then roll it into balls and deep-fry them; and then inject strawberry jam into them with a special nozzle on a piping bag.
My husband has come up with a variation he thinks would be a winner, if only someone would make them for him: steak and kidney doughnuts.
He's bonkers.