The first day of Lent, the day after the delicious Pączki. OH Pączki!! The tradition of eating those delectable delights on Fat Tuesday has been a part of my family long before my parents were born. A tradition my grandmother loved as a child, a tradition that our family will carry on long into the years ahead.
Every Fat Tuesday since Kindergarten my mom would bring Pączki into my classroom for all of the kids and teacher. We would devour them leaving powdered sugar, fruit, and whipped cream staining our faces. It became a celebrated holiday amongst my classmates and future teachers every Lenten season.
High school came and I thought the deliciousness would end and wouldn’t you know my mom delivered Pączki to my friends and I, she even delivered some to my friends that attended another high school.
In College she drove two hours to be sure that my roommates and I didn’t miss out on this mouth watering tradition.
Flash forward to Fat Tuesday February 28th 2017 at 9:00am my fabulous mom dropped of 15 fresh strawberry Pączki for me and a few of my coworkers. I love traditions; especially sweet savory fried Polish ones.