Yes, they are that good they deserve a sequel.It might just be the fact that I just finished a less-than-fun shift at work. But I just polished off the last of the six paczki leftover from Fat Tuesday. About halfway through, I sat back and gazed at the delicious treat I was enjoying, and squeals of delight emanated from my honey-dripping jowl. Squeals of delight. The last time I squealed with delight was never. It's never happened. But I squealed with delight and then giggled for a few moments about the absurdly delicious taste coursing through my entire body. Then a melancholy sadness washed over upon the realization that it will probably be another year before I get to enjoy it again.
Moral of the story: if you plan to visit Chicago, do it for Mardi Gras and stuff yourself with amazing Polish donuts. You will not regret it.
2 comments:
Living alone makes for unabashed squealing/general noise making while eating. You might also find yourself singing along with commercials.
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