Today is Fat Thursday, at least if you're Polish, which I am, partly. In the US, the final happy greasy eating day before Ash Wednesday is usually celebrated on "Fat Tuesday," but the Poles celebrate it today. The traditional sweet is a Paczki, pronounced, more or less, "POONCH kee," a filled soft doughnut-like pastry.
A real Polish person on our staff brought in the real deal, and I have on my desk a half each of a prune and a custard paczki. They will shortly disappear down my throat, which was blessed after this morning's Mass on this feast of St. Blase.
I simply love being Catholic! God's love is so enormous, we can't even begin to see its reach or scope, but He helps us understand it with the sweetest small things.
Blessed Miguel Pro – November 23
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"I simply love being Catholic! God's love is so enormous, we can't even begin to see its reach or scope, but He helps us understand it with the sweetest small things."
Amen!!!
I have been told by a native-born Polish colleague that that "paczki" is plural; the singular is "paczek" (there is a cedilla, a little comma-like thing, under the "a" that provides the nasal "n" sound). So have a paczek--or better yet, several paczki.
Well that's handy to know. I don't believe I've ever heard of anybody refer to just one of those heavy delicacies. I think you have to eat them in pairs or it's bad luck!
I believe that even in pairs they get lonely.
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