So when I realized it was SUPER, FAT TUESDAY, which would mean for this FOODIE:
What a choice! What's a Foodie to decide?
How does one reconcile the importance of selecting the next leader of the free world, or spending all of your time and energy gorging on all of the richest most terrific foods in preparation for giving them all up for Lent. It's an exercise in control and intelligence versus one of pure carnal pleasure.
You may recognize the two familiar faces, but who/what is the luscious jelly donut lurking as the third choice. Nothing more than a Fat Tuesday delicacy. May I introduce to you the Paczki! What? You have never heard of the Paczki, pronounced "Poonch-key" or "Punch-key"? Well, neither had I until I saw this display at my local Hen House. According to the sign, Paczki's are a traditional item to eat on Fat Tuesday - rich pastry made as a way to use all the butter and eggs in the house before you needed to give them all up for Lent.
How do they taste? They taste like a really rich cakey, jelly donut. They are delicious. Hen House had them in various flavors such as cream cheese, red raspberry (what I picked up), Lemon, Prune, Strawberry and Cream.
I was introduced years ago to King Cakes with the plastic baby doll you embed in the cake and the person who gets the baby in their piece will be blessed in the coming year or will be having a baby.
King Cakes, I had heard of . . . Paczki's, not so much. I wonder who sits around a conference room table and says: "Man, this is the year we blow Paczki's up. Let's get out there and make them a household word." They have been around forever as a tradition, and yet many people have never even heard of them. Why are they appearing on my KC grocery store shelf now?
Having grown up in a small town in Oklahoma, there are many traditions tied to other religions that I missed out on understanding because they didn't exist in my world growing up.
I won't tell you the idiot I made of myself at my corporate job the first time I saw someone with the black smudge of having attended an Ash Wednesday ceremony. Those experiences have taught me just to be humble and realize there is a huge big wide world out there to learn about and explore. Which is very exciting to me as it means my Foodie horizons are limitless and ever expanding on what it can teach me about the world I live in.
But it did remind me of that hilarious stand-up routine made famous first by President Kennedy in the 60's and then again by the English comedian Eddie Izzard in his famous routine called: "Ich bin ein Berliner," which I have summarized for you below.
"Back in the 60's, President Kennedy became the President of the United States of America. And he went to Berlin. Stood on the Berlin wall and he said,
“People of Berlin, I have come to say to you that every free citizen of the world is a citizen of Berlin. And I wish to say to you, ‘Ich bin ein Berliner.’ ”
And the crowd went f**king wild.
Trouble is, “Ich bin ein Berliner” means “I am a donut,” and no, this is what he said, he said “I am a donut!”
And I say, 70% is how you look, 20% is how you sound, only 10% is what you say.
He said “I am a donut” and they went *wild*!
Because “Ich bin Berliner” is “I am a Berliner.” But “Ich bin *ein* Berliner,” is the name of a donut they have there. And it’s like going to Frankfurt and saying – “I am a Frankfurter!” In Hamburg he could say – “I am a Hamburger, too!”
But the people in Berlin must’ve gone:
“What did – what did he say?”
“He said he was a donut!”
“I thought he said he was a donut too!”
“So what does that mean?”
“It’s a slang! It’s American! He’s a donut!
He’s a f**king donut."
So, if Eddie is right and it is 70% is how you look, 20% is how you sound, only 10% is what you say, then I wonder who will win the Super Fat Tuesday vote based on that universal criteria?
I know who I am voting for, how about you?