Fast forward about seven hours and, during the last passing period of the day, the health teacher (ironically) walks down the hall carrying a square red-and-white box, just like the one Susan pictured. It contained two uneaten pączki. "Want one?" he asked. "Or part of one?"
I said, "No, thanks, but I was reading about these this morning." His eyes widened. "How do you pronounce the name?" I asked, and he pointed to a phonetic version on the side of the box: pawch-key. My word-nerd brain left the exchange satisfied, if not my tummy.
p.s. Susan, I since caught up with your reply and the video link I overlooked previously.