tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489977956488610970.post2469791663594247045..comments2023-10-12T09:05:15.200-04:00Comments on The Years Are Short: Fauschnaut FrenzyDaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08980758232167941972noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489977956488610970.post-8343996141357203652008-02-13T08:33:00.000-05:002008-02-13T08:33:00.000-05:00Ah, Fastnaught Day! Here in New Hampshire, there ...Ah, Fastnaught Day! Here in New Hampshire, there are no bakeries or donut shops that carry these delights -- so we've always spent the day frying them up ourselves. We "dredge" them with powdered sugar, which melts into their hot surfaces and then pop them into our mouths -- yum, yum!<BR/><BR/>Growing up in Memphis, the Monday before Shrove Tuesday your mom and I would go to bed to a house filled with the smell of warm yeast dough rising. Mim would get up early (3:30 AM) and start cutting and frying the dozens and dozens of fastnaughts she would need for the day. And all day long, friends and neighbors would make a steady stream of visitors, stopping in for coffee and fastnaughts and just to "catch-up." It was one of the friendliest holidays in my memory. A day without agenda -- a day of giving -- of just inviting all the people you knew to share some sweet treats and time with you.<BR/><BR/>All the fastnaughts were supposed to be eaten before the end of the day -- but because Mim never wanted to run out she would always fry up hundreds and hundreds (no kidding!). We'd come home from school to breathe in the sugar in the air!! Even after a day of fastnaught eaters, we generally had some left over, which Yai would freeze to munch on after Lent. Yai's favorites to freeze were the doughnut holes (Mim would actually make several different shapes, including regular doughnuts and their holes -- not just the classic diamond shape you buy). <BR/><BR/>I'm glad to hear that your children's fingers too are tightly wrapped around this warm cord of family memories.Noni Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00635603905419119707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489977956488610970.post-35774831224858032802008-02-11T16:54:00.000-05:002008-02-11T16:54:00.000-05:00yo, those donuts look good.yo, those donuts look good.JoshHanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06741341827293970129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489977956488610970.post-23104785590055406022008-02-06T15:32:00.000-05:002008-02-06T15:32:00.000-05:00How rude. Too bad you didn't get the last doughnu...How rude. Too bad you didn't get the last doughnuts...<BR/><BR/>...oh now that's my nasty side sneaking up.<BR/><BR/>xoxoHeatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02624440252647461585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489977956488610970.post-9922614484341091182008-02-06T07:43:00.000-05:002008-02-06T07:43:00.000-05:00No, they were delicious, AND I got a good story ou...No, they were delicious, AND I got a good story out of it, so...win-win!Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08980758232167941972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489977956488610970.post-83789035249053495772008-02-06T02:02:00.000-05:002008-02-06T02:02:00.000-05:00Ugh! Sounds like something I would have done...in...Ugh! Sounds like something I would have done...in the name of justice and all, but oh the angst! Whether you let her go first or claimed your rightful spot, the angst could not have been avoided. <BR/>The doughnuts sound delightfully delicious though. :) I hope the incident didn't sour the treat!EEEEMommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08152965556780402197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489977956488610970.post-62723805462630679072008-02-05T22:35:00.000-05:002008-02-05T22:35:00.000-05:00sweet justice...It is like pulling your car into t...sweet justice...<BR/><BR/>It is like pulling your car into the path of cars trying to merge into traffic as far into the closing lane as possible. Never have the nerve to do it, have to suffer some ridicule for it - but there is the satisfaction of knowing you are keeping them from doing something wrong. That lady knew she was wrong, unfortunately you took the brunt of her self-loathing. Well done.partlycloudypilgrimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00110127295842465682noreply@blogger.com