By way of explanation, it helps for folks not from 'round here to know that these delights are a long-proud tradition in Buffalo on Mardi-gras, owing to this region's large Polish community.
An East-side Buffalo bakery, just before midnight....
“We’re closed up, Fred...oh no. Not again.”
“I think I got it this time, Joe.”
Fred huddled over an enormous pocket of fried and sugared dough, one foot in diameter, quivering as if alive. A hose ran from its side to the filling machine.
“It’ll never work, Fred!”
“No! Just a bit more filling...there...there! I’ve officially reached critical mass! I’ve DONE IT!”
Cracks formed in the dough....
“Fred! Duck!”
Too late.
KA-BOOM!!!
Joe wiped lemon filling from his eyes. “Ummm...get me a mop?”
“Igor obeys, Doctor Pastrystein,” Fred grumbled.
Mardi-gras in Buffalo.
LOL, punchki's (or however, you spell it). I had one for fat Tuesday. Great take on this prompt.
ReplyDeleteYummy bet they tasted good , you might need my log after eating tho!!!!
ReplyDeleteI could do with taking part in my blog
hahaha
ReplyDeleteGood one! You really painted a vivid picture here.
=)
As I used to work in a donut shop eons ago, I find this to be truly funny.
ReplyDeleteGood Saturday Centus!
that's the kind of explosion you want to clean up...
ReplyDeleteDelightful Centus
Ingenious way to make me change my breakfast plans!
ReplyDeleteLemon filling, you say? Move over! I'll help!!!
ReplyDeleteFred? Interesting choice of name...
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Thanks heavens it wasn't raspberry!
ReplyDeleteWouldn't that have been gruesome - ha!
I love the way you wrote this!
You are so incredibly creative.