Bavarian bakeries produce Krapfen by the masses; adding chocolate filled (like the ones seen in the photo!), liquor filled (ew, ew, ew) and pudding filled (sort of ew) to the mix. Every time I walked into a bakery during 2011's Fasching (which is basically the last 2 weeks of February and first 2 weeks of March - it varies from year to year), I somehow ended up walking out with a Krapfen in hand.
One morning during Krapfen season (so, about a month ago), I was supposed to meet my friend Emily at the train station but ended up running late. I texted her my apologies but decided that buying her (and myself) a Krapfen seemed to be a more failproof method of earning her forgiveness. We ate our Krapfen on the train and then, after reaching our destination (a total of 12-15 minutes later), we passed by yet another Krapfen bakery......and may or may not have bought a couple more.
This is just one small excerpt from the volumes of Krapfen stories I managed to accumulate during those 4 glorious weeks of Fasching, in which I said, "Krapfen season is really working out for me." on a daily basis.
I miss Krapfen season already.