tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760040054708643745.post4665804897451625973..comments2023-07-04T06:33:39.347-05:00Comments on Married to the Masala: You Say Fat Tuesday, I Say Pączki DayHMDeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11284726946682618065noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760040054708643745.post-87384722896059302072010-02-16T10:39:50.487-06:002010-02-16T10:39:50.487-06:00Great story, thanks for sharing!
I'm jealous ...Great story, thanks for sharing!<br /><br />I'm jealous of your authentic paczki experience; we can't get the real ones down here, and because I have family in Detroit I actually do know what I'm missing.HMDeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284726946682618065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760040054708643745.post-11497069923097737032010-02-16T10:24:53.500-06:002010-02-16T10:24:53.500-06:00Here is interesting paczki/Berliner trivia (court...Here is interesting paczki/Berliner trivia (courtesy of Eddie Izzard, everyone's favorite transvestite)... When Kennedy said "Ich bin ein Berliner," he was translating literally, "I am a Berliner." Trouble is, Germans would say 'Ich bin Berliner' and Kennedy had actually called himself a deep fried custard filled artery clogging bakery treat. The crowd went wild. Doubtless Kennedy had endeared himself to them by saying that he was sweet, caloric and made with lots of butter.<br />I had my yearly Paczki this morning (I picked at random and got custard) --- brought in fresh from Hamtramack for me by a co-worker. <br />I wonder if I will do any sit ups tonight?stefannoreply@blogger.com