Faworki — angel wings to some, chrust to others — are feather-light ribbons of fried dough so crisp they shatter at the touch. A delicate ribbon of pastry is slashed, twisted, and fried until pale gold, then buried under a snowfall of powdered sugar.
In Poland they’re the essential treat of Carnival, piled high on platters for Fat Thursday and family gatherings. Ethereal and moreish, they vanish embarrassingly fast — you’ve been warned.


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