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White donut boxes adorned with red Polish eagles piled high in the bakery isle of grocery stores – it must be that time of year. Well, actually, that day has passed but I was too busy to write last Tuesday. “Paczki” the boxes say. Doesn’t sound terribly appetizing . . . that is if you are even able to sound it out. The first time I saw one of those boxes and was served the corresponding boring donut from it, I was skeptical. This is NOT what it is supposed to be. “Poonchky” is the way we said it and after googling just that, I have discovered that isn’t just some bizarre word I picked up from childhood – that really is the way Paczki is pronounced. But it sure as sun isn’t the way they are supposed to taste. You see, if it was just supposed to be a donut, you would be able to get them year round. But this is no donut. You can only eat them just before lent because if you ate them more than once a year, 5 year olds would be having heart attacks in Poland regularly. So how can you tell if you were served a donut or an authentic poonchky? Oh, well just picking one up should be an indicator. It ought to weigh about 3 lbs yet be the same size as the typical filled donut. After eating one, if you haven’t yet decided what to give up for lent, you will be tempted to say “food, I just give up food in general!”
I really have nowhere to go with this conversation . . . I haven’t had a poonchky in years and short of traveling to Hamtramck, I don’t know where I would be able to find a real one. If I ever end up in MI right before lent, I know what I will be doing!
For now. . . I am busy working on school crap. I am uber sleepy at the moment though and ready to call it a day.
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