A week or so ago, my sister said “Let’s make bismarks.” So today we made bismarks, aka paczki. Two batches, as a matter of fact. It was one of our favorite things that Mom made. Today, there are a number of happy McCool kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids reliving memories of Mom/Grandma/Great-Grandma Joyce and her bismarks.
We never just make food. We make a tangible expression of our love with everything that we prepare. And memories; strong, lasting memories.