I ate a paczki on Fat Tuesday. And not one that could have conceivably been made from scratch in some quaint bakery somewhere. No, this one came out of a supermarket box flaunting an ingredient list that proudly listed artificial flavors and colors out the wazoo. So I hang my head in shame and come here to confess my error.
For the uninitiated, a paczki (pronounced poonch-key) is a traditional Fat Tuesday treat from Poland. Our region has a large Polish population so paczkis are all the rage here. They are 400-900 calorie concoctions stuffed with cream, fruit or jam. Here’s a news article where you can see them in all their fattening glory:
http://www.wzzm13.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=87205
Now, the really ridiculous thing about me eating the paczki was that I didn’t even really want it. I didn’t come home, see the paczki and think ‘ooh, that looks so good! I can’t help myself; I must have it!” Nooo, it was more like “Oh, look a paczki; I suppose I should have one since it is Fat Tuesday.” And it didn’t help that my darling daughter was in the background yelling, ‘Oh go on and eat it mom! It’s Fat Tuesday!” Yes, I must hang my head in shame. I was peer pressured into eating the paczki…….by an eight year old.
I don’t think I have ever so instantly regretted eating something as I did that paczki. And to add insult to injury, it wasn’t that good either. But I guess this is a good opportunity to put that Japanese Proverb to work: “Fall down seven times, stand up eight.”
For the uninitiated, a paczki (pronounced poonch-key) is a traditional Fat Tuesday treat from Poland. Our region has a large Polish population so paczkis are all the rage here. They are 400-900 calorie concoctions stuffed with cream, fruit or jam. Here’s a news article where you can see them in all their fattening glory:
http://www.wzzm13.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=87205
Now, the really ridiculous thing about me eating the paczki was that I didn’t even really want it. I didn’t come home, see the paczki and think ‘ooh, that looks so good! I can’t help myself; I must have it!” Nooo, it was more like “Oh, look a paczki; I suppose I should have one since it is Fat Tuesday.” And it didn’t help that my darling daughter was in the background yelling, ‘Oh go on and eat it mom! It’s Fat Tuesday!” Yes, I must hang my head in shame. I was peer pressured into eating the paczki…….by an eight year old.
I don’t think I have ever so instantly regretted eating something as I did that paczki. And to add insult to injury, it wasn’t that good either. But I guess this is a good opportunity to put that Japanese Proverb to work: “Fall down seven times, stand up eight.”
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