Today is one of my favorite days of the year.
It's Fastnacht Day. Basically, that means that it is the PA Dutch equivalent of Fat Tuesday. Every year, on Fastnacht Day, my grandmother (who is now 90 years old, by the way) makes a HUGE batch of Fastnachts for the family. Ooohhh, man. Deeeeelicious. What the hell is a fastnacht, you ask? Well, it's a traditional PA Dutch donut--plain, and only slightly sweet. Usually, the way one eats a fastnacht depends on the way one was raised. In our house, the fastnachts were always sliced in half (the flat way--like a bagel) and then, opened up and table syrup (only the Mrs. Schlorer's Turkey Syrup is acceptable in my book) is poured on each half. It's so unbelievably good, it's not funny. They are even good when eaten plain. When I was in college and still playing hoops, my grandmother would always send several big bags of fastnachts up to Connecticut for me to share with my teammates. I can vividly remember one bus trip when our schedule brought us down to Drexel, and my parents and grandmother came to the game in Philadelphia with fastnachts in tow. We dove into those donuts before the bus was even out of the city, and by the time we reached Hartford, that night, they were almost completely gone. People were on the verge of fighting over them. Hence, I shall always love Fastnacht Day. I guess it is one of those quirky PA Dutch things that makes it (kind of) neat to live here and have this be a part of my heritage. Happy Donut Day, everyone. |
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