Pazcki May Be from Hamtramck, Michigan, But They’ve Made a Death By Chocolate Paczki Like This
And I had to eat it.
I started out with the best of intentions.
THIS YEAR WOULD BE DIFFERENT. I would not be eating one single, solitary Polish treat.
I would resist temptation.
Don't get me started on the history of the Paczki nor the calorie count. I don't care.
I'm not Catholic and I don't do Lent or any of that other stuff.
Easter I'm down with but Paczki and Fat Tuesday aren't part of my good ole Southern Baptist upbringing. But someone should consider adding it in there. Deacon Polk would love these things.
I was going to resist with every fiber in my being. And honestly, I don't do the jelly filled Paczki. Really not a fan of the custard either.
Nope. Your boy loves himself a lemon or chocolate filled Paczki.
It goes back to me and my Mississippi roots. There is a donut place right around the corner from my mom's house called Shipley Donuts.
They don't do a Paczki. But they make a lemon and chocolate filled donut that could give these Polish boys a run for their money. And they serve Shipley Donuts YEAROUND.
So Paczki reminds me a little bit of home and THEY ARE FATTENING AND DELICIOUS.
But this year, I was going to avoid getting even ONE from the Lansing-area chain, Quality Dairy.
I could go get QD chip dip but I was to STAY AWAY FROM THE DONUT CASE.
So while I'm standing in line and not looking...out of the corner of my eye what do I see?
OH COME ON!?!
You gotta be kidding me right?
How are y'all gonna play a brotha...
Well...you know how this ended.
I split one though.
Not with someone. In half.
It's got chocolate on top, in the middle, and what appeared to be toffee crumbles on top.
I can't remember. I inhaled it and don't think I bothered to taste it really.
Don't judge me.
Fat Tuesday is the 16th. And I swear I am done. I had my one and a half.
Also, did you see what the folks at Saddleback did with the Paczki?
It's a doggone decadent shame.
Look at it!