In Chicago, the Tuesday before Lent is known as "Paczki Day" (pronounced Poonshkie) - named for a Polish filled-donut of the same name. If Homer Simpson lived in Chicago (or other enclave of Polish culture) you can imagine him fantasize, "mmmmm, paczki."

Despite the local hype and tradition surrounding these bakery treats, jelly-or custard-filled donuts aren't my fave.

Instead of decadent pastries, my family will indulge in homemade margaritas, and a menu of various fried foods and unreal "custard" (really, incredible semi-soft ice cream - thicker than DQ) with assorted sundae toppings from CULVERS.

Tomorrow begins fasting and abstainence for Ash Wednesday and 6 weeks of no meat on Friday - which I love because I can put together a really easy meal of frozen cheese pizza or grilled cheese sandwiches & tomato soup and no one complains because it's Lent! Thank you, Jesus, for a pious excuse to be lazy in the kitchen!

Hubby shocked me by stating last night, "I'm giving up alcohol for lent." Now, this is a guy who used to be a professional beer critic, as well as a semi-professional beer consumer! After his proclamation, he paused, waiting for me to offer my lenten sacrifice.

"Um, I guess I could give up sex," I offered with a smile.

He replied with a wide grin, "Haven't you already?"