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Fat Tuesday - German Style

One of the things that I love about my family growing up is that we always had reminders of our heritage.  Mostly though foods.  My mom is 100% German and my dad is 100% Polish (pretty much).  Growing up we were surrounded by ethnic foods.  And the Lenten season was not exempt from these food traditions.

So, today, I was determined to remind myself, and my boys,  of the hertiage from which we have come.  And I decided to do that through fattening yummy Faschnacht Kueckles (think: super yummy, rich doughnuts).  Faschnacht is German for "fast night" and Kueckle means "doughnut."

I pulled out the recipe, penned in my own mother's hand.  I was reminded of the years of watching my Grandmother and Mom making these in their own kitchens. 




The smells of the sweet dough reminded me of my own childhood as my 4-year old pulled up a chair to help mix the dough.   I hope the smells remind him of sweet memories too.

I let the dough rise, then formed the circles to let the dough rise once again.

I stretched them out, and cooked them till golden brown.

I dusted them with powdered sugar.


And got to watch my boys enjoy every bite. 




Just as I did as a child so many years ago!  Yes, this Fat Tuesday was about memories.  And making new ones!
 

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