It’s not right or humane, but I’ve had dreams of kidnapping incredible chefs and bakers to have them at my beck’n’call whenever I’m feeling peckish.
Brian Yaeger
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Brian Yaeger, author of Red, White, & Brew and Oregon Breweries, contributed to the Oxford Companion to Beer. He is both a Certified Cider Professional & Cicerone…and certifiably loves doughnuts.
Subbing honey for rose syrup. Yes, a definite correlation, but, chronologically, gulab jamun are like loukoumades;-)
So the cost of a dozen KK is now less than a single, average NYC doughnut. Amazeballs. Maybe this is sneakily a campaign to kill the artisan doughnut shopppe.
But what a backstory paczki come with. Weave a jelly doughnut story of true cultural importance that incentivizing and you, too, can make a mint on jelly-filled fried dough.
You’re obviously correct. Though Hamtramck was THE motivating factor for my visit to Detroit.
Yeah, they totally trick you into thinking you’ve pre-earned a paczek after the Paczki Day Run, but a mere 5 km doesn’t burn half a one, yet you end up feasting on five. No? Just me? Then again, that toilet stuff was def not me TG.
I happen to be working on a book about all these. Nearly every country has its own version and own name. Even around Italy, bombolone seems to get a unique name.
Indeed they do. Just go to their websites (I’m sure plenty of the bakeries not mentioned also ship). Def worth the annual splurge.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news about Jersey shore “zeppole.” Not that those bagfuls aren’t super delicious! https://thetakeout.com/what-are-zeppole-an-italian-donut-and-st-josephs-day-1842273554
:-(
Neither of you are remotely wrong.
I take uncommon as a compliment.
It’s doughnut. Only bad spellers use misspelled words like donut, drive-thru, and nite. PS: We also fought a war with the Germans, “Poltergeist.”
Except, those “zeppole” are like a Dunkin’ Munchkin’ next to a French cruller. It’s just not the same but they share a name somehow. That said, I’d probably be in heaven eating your gramma’s treats.
Humans ARE weird. Rejoice.
You’re barrel-aging homebrew? Man, I’ll bring the tri-tip if we can cook it over those chipped staves and drink that beer.
I asked Ms. Begay if she was familiar with matzo. It’s far less tasty on its own than frybread, but it’s definitely the Jewish equivalent of an enduring symbol of resilience. Sufganiyot, on the other hand...
Thanks for putting this on my radar!
If your comment gets approved, which I hope it does not, I don’t kowtow to white nationalists. Your taunts culled from the 14 buzzwords you learned on 4Chan do not trigger me. See, I picked up one of those 14, too.
The only reason I didn’t buy a Frybread Power shirt, that I saw for sale, was the concern about cultural appropriation. I’m sure the vendor would have been happy to sell it, but I am afraid the image of someone who likely has no Indian blood owing to only being third-to-fifth generation American would appear callous.