A friend mentioned that she is mad at herself for not getting to the store early enough Monday to get paczki for Fat Tuesday breakfast, after promising her boys there would be doughnuts. Milwaukee has a sizable population of Polish descent; local bakeries that make the sweet treat are jammed up (heh) with preorders and walk-ins, doing a brisk business from opening at six a.m. until they run out.
Me, I'm not fond of filled doughnuts, but the dough itself for the paczki is wonderful, rich and flavorful with all the things that need to be eaten up before Lent begins.
Given that we have a large Polish population and very few transplanted Cajuns, finding King Cake, another Fat Tuesday traditional sweet, was almost as hard as locating andouille. Fortunately, National Bakery carries them.
This was my first experience with the cake. It is more of a rich brioche dough, wrapped around a delicious cinnamon filling. But the frosting - a thick, gooey, overly sweet coating - plus the colored sugar sprinkled on top rather ruined the taste. Too sweet, too cloying for the cake, which really only needed a thin confectioner's sugar glaze. Still, cake is cake, no?
Suddenly, I'm very, very hungry.
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