To some it's Fat Tuesday, to others Mardi Gras, but to me, it will always be Paczki Day.
Being Polish and born in Detroit, there is no forgetting the excitement of walking into the local bakery, being met by the smell of sweet fried donuts filled with jelly, cream, or custard.
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Dunkin' Donuts just doesn't do it for me here so I'll have to be happy with those great memories.
To those who know what I'm talking about, have one for me.
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