More Polish Food
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008I went to Reading yesterday for the funeral of my great-aunt. I wanted to be there with my Grandmother, and I was glad… she said seeing Lilia made her day. I know this is going to hit her hard– as we stood at the grave, she said, “Oh, my friend”. It is going to sink in slowly.
After the funeral, I sat around with Grammom while Lilia napped. I asked her if she ever had Paczkis, and while she knew they were doughnuts, she had never had one. Although she is 100% Polish, growing up in Berks County pretty much makes you Pennsylvania Dutch– she’s a fastnacht fan, through and through. She did mention one treat that she remembers her mother making. She said it like “hrust” with a throaty H sound– said she thought it was spelled “hurst”. It was a twisted doughy fried thing that my great-grandmother sprinkled powdered sugar on. Grammom said that she gave her mother some Chinese noodles (I’m thinking like the ones they give you to snack on?), and her mom blotted the oil out of them, and sprinkled them with powdered sugar– and proclaimed they were just like “hrust”. I found this site which says they are called Chrust Faworki. Maybe I can find some in Port Richmond.
My Great-Aunt Jen and my Grandmother on my grandparents’ wedding day.




