Okay, so Pączki are kind of like jelly donuts. But they’re so much more! Chicago’s got a large enough Polish population that not only can you find these delicious puffs of joy at most bakeries, but you can even find them at large chain grocery stores. I was in the little grocer by my office (buying sushi for lunch) today, and I even saw them there – but I didn’t even register that I’d seen them until my friend Denise wished me a happy Pączki day. I haven’t had time to get any of my own, but I might run out this weekend and see what I can find – if you walk north/west on Milwaukee Avenue from Logan Square, you eventually get to a whole slew of wonderful Polish groceries and bakeries, and I’m sure there’ll be Pączki-a-plenty!
(Apologies, I feel like this one’s a little bit sloppy, but it’s been a crazy busy week of nonstop drawing projects, and I’m exhausted!!)
They had paczki in 7-11. I didn’t get one.
Saw your comic on les galettes bretonnes in Rennes. It resonated with me and brought back amazing memories of my year abroad in Rennes. Thanks o the walk own memory lane. I sent it to my host mother, too. You do great work.
In my family, the addition of jam to paczki was a late and (depending on who you ask) blasphemous one. I like it.
ANWAY. A couple of years ago my mother and I made paczki and… I was the person who did the frying. So. Much. Frying. A hundred paczki’s worth.