Easter comes too late

I wish Easter was celebrated shortly after New Years. At least I could have time to recover from the increased food intake. As it is, I am stuffing my face with candy and leftovers knowing full well that I should be dieting and taking care of my body since shorts season is so close upon us. The last few days I have been eating bobalky which we call futchky*. I don’t know why the different name, all I know is that the cookbooks call it bobalky and my grandmother called it futchky. Whatever the name, it is sweet, raised dough (usually leftover dough from the paska), sprinkled with poppy seeds, rolled into a log, cut into pieces and baked. I put 5 or 6 in a bowl, pour hot water over them and let soak for a couple minutes. The water is drained and honey is drizzled over the futchky. Sooooooo good! That has been my breakfast every day since Easter. Dr Atkins is rolling in his grave! Yes, I feel my butt expanding. They should be finished by tomorrow. Of course there is still the Allfather’s egg and 2 (possibly 4) boxes of Peeps. Once they are finished I can then start thinking about exercising and eating healthy.

*It is a Christmas dish but we are renegades!