It’s Pączki Day, and in Detroit that means you should be sure to wear your stretchy pants or, as my old friend Denise used to say, your expando clothes!
Pączki, or Polish doughnuts, are eaten on Fat Thursday in Poland and Fat Tuesday in the United States. It’s the last splurge before Lent begins.
When I was still working, my employer provided huge boxes of them with every available filling next to the coffee machines in various areas of the building. My personal favorites are custard-filled and lemon-filled, but they are all delicious (and fattening.) Yum!
Depending on the size and filling, each pączki will be from 400 – 700 calories. Since they are deep fried, they aren’t low-fat either, up to 20 grams per serving.
According to Wikipedia:
Pączki are made from especially rich dough containing eggs, fats, sugar, yeast and sometimes milk. They feature a variety of fruit and creme fillings and can be glazed, or covered with granulated or powdered sugar. Powidl (stewed plum jam) and wild rose hip jam are traditional fillings, but many others are used as well, including strawberry, Bavarian cream, blueberry, custard, raspberry, and apple.
The traditional reason for making pączki was to use up all the lard, sugar, eggs and fruit in the house, because their consumption was forbidden by Christian fasting practices during the season of Lent.
In North America, particularly the large Polish communities of Chicago, Detroit, and other large cities across the Midwest and Northeast, Pączki Day is celebrated annually by immigrants and locals alike. With its sizable Polish population, Chicago celebrates the festival on both Fat Thursday and Fat Tuesday; pączki are also often eaten on Casimir Pulaski Day. In Buffalo, Toledo, Cleveland, Detroit, Grand Rapids, Milwaukee, South Bend, and Windsor, Pączki Day is celebrated on Fat Tuesday.
The Pączki Day celebrations in some areas are even larger than many celebrations for St. Patrick’s Day. In Hamtramck, Michigan, an enclave of Detroit, there is an annual Pączki Day (Shrove Tuesday) Parade, which has gained a devoted following. Throughout the Metro Detroit area, it is so widespread that many bakeries attract lines of customers for pączki on Pączki Day.
According to today’s Detroit Free Press:
Staying true to form, the lines for pączki began growing Monday outside of New Palace Bakery and New Martha Washington Bakery in Hamtramck, according to Joan Bittner, owner of the Polish Art Center, also in Hamtramck.
Sandy Bakic, the daughter of Petar Petrovich who owns the New Martha, said there was a steady stream of customers picking up pączki throughout the day. Today will undoubtedly be more intense, as the pastries are made for more than 12 hours straight.
At Bozek’s Markets, bakers expect to sell more than 32,000 pączki, according to owner Michal Bozek. “They’ve been making them day and night. We make them from scratch using two different kinds of flour from a family recipe,” he said.
By the way, the name pączki translates to “little packages.” “Pączki” is pronounced POONCH-key and is plural; one pastry is a pączek (POON-check).
Ironically, I have no pączki in my home today, so I will simply draw on my memories!
Whatever we indulge in today to celebrate the last hurrah before Ash Wednesday, it all represents preparation for the beginning of Lent, the 40-day period of fasting, self-examination and penitence, leading up to the death and rebirth at Easter.
It is a season in which we follow Jesus the Savior from His temptation in the wilderness, to Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, and to the cross on Good Friday. Lent is a season of hope. It looks to the sacrifice of Jesus for the sins of the world and anticipates the joy of His resurrection on Easter Sunday.
sigh
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Krepel!
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I have powidl and powidla sliwkowe pantry and damson plum trees growing in our orchardette so that we can make our own jams…also slivovitz when the bad times come.
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If it ever gets to that, save a bottle for me!
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If it ever gets that bad I’m drinkin’ them first!
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I want the 1 with the cream filling…and coffee…☕
happy🍻fat🍻tuesday
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I could have worked on it all day and never come up with that pronunciation for paczek. LOL
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LOL
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where are the Brussell Sprout pastries?
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In that black container with the Glad liner.
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what about the Czechs?
Jahodová roláda – Czech strawberry roulade cake.
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The Czech version is called “koblihy”.
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…sounds sorta Irish….or Scots
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Look it up.
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Shoulda said ‘Russ over and Czech it out’…or not.
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I think maybe Irish and Scots are somewhere North of England…not sure exactly
Begorah..
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tried to sound it out phonically, using familiar words to an ole Texas boy….came up like this
Corn Lily
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actually….”cob lily”….cobs are sometimes not all that nice how we used them in the country awhile back….
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Ever since Montgomery Ward and Sears stopped sending catalogs life’s been a bit more uncomfortable.
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There are some with really boozy fillings too.
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saw a testimonial video of a guy that ate a bunch of those…he WAS smiling…but had ISSUES…
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Apparently you’ve never been to a Polish Legion of American Vets club.
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An event my waist line cannot afford. As a person living in the area I am well aware of how big a holiday this is. If you could be so kind as to check out my blog and tell me what you think that would be greatly appreciated.
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Welcome to my blog! I took a quick look at yours. I do live in the Detroit area (actually in Ferndale), but I don’t think that many others here live there.
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Ferndale is a neat and clean place….this video is cool
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I live(d) in Detroit South, that count?
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Your blog got an open bar and eats?
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My Fat Tuesday indulgence, salty sweet, chocolate caramel turtle cake. Heck, go big or go home 🙂
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For my Fat Tuesday indulgence I’d turn on the local TV every few hours and watch the drunken tourists sticking to the filthy, spilled booze, vomit and God and the CDC know what else strewn French Quarter streets.
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😳
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Das’ Mardi Gras cher.
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Czar….maybe you should just not make that application for the NOLA chamber of commerce communications spokesperson….jes thinkin here a bit…..:o
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There was a local trash company that got the contract for cleaning the Quarter full-time. They not only kept it cleaner and actually sprayed street-perfume on it so that, for the first time in memory, it didn’t smell like hell’s dumpster, they did it with budget.
That didn’t last long (enough) as, for some ‘strange’ reason, the city mothers decided that they wanted a new contractor when the one who actually did more than the contract call for and on budget became too familiar and popular with the public.
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