fat tuesday.

I had all but forgotten of Fat Tuesday until a teacher invited the class to gather for samla. Samla. You may ask, "what is this strange word?" And no, it is not even recognizable as an altered, strange spelling of patzki. That's because it's not a punchki. It is, however, "filled" dough. It's not fried. It's powerded (dusted?). It's not filled. It's split in half and laid with a dollop of whipped cream and a sweet, almondy paste before reconstruction. It's tasty, but nothing exciting. It's what you'd expect from dough and whipped cream. It's sweet, heavy, fattening. It left my stomach with a frown (maybe because I had two, maybe because I used it to supplement dinner? perhaps).

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