In Chicago, paczkis sell out on Fat Tuesday by 11 am. In lieu of my normal bakery selection, I have tried a brand new place, Chicago Creampuffs & Cakes.
So here's my dilemma:
- I promised my pregnant neighbor a batch.
- I promised to not eat any until Joe & the kids got home.
- The paczkis are looking at me.
If anyone asks, I only bought one container, 'kay?
Update: This bad boy was added to the mix at 4 pm. Nothing like a little plastic Jesus in your dessert to keep things fun. Go King's Cake!
|My butt has doubled.|