Today is Fat Thursday, at least if you're Polish, which I am, partly. In the US, the final happy greasy eating day before Ash Wednesday is usually celebrated on "Fat Tuesday," but the Poles celebrate it today. The traditional sweet is a Paczki, pronounced, more or less, "POONCH kee," a filled soft doughnut-like pastry.
A real Polish person on our staff brought in the real deal, and I have on my desk a half each of a prune and a custard paczki. They will shortly disappear down my throat, which was blessed after this morning's Mass on this feast of St. Blase.
I simply love being Catholic! God's love is so enormous, we can't even begin to see its reach or scope, but He helps us understand it with the sweetest small things.