In Hamtramck, Mich., they call it "paczki" day, and it's a holiday based on affection for a confection. It's the day to praise and partake of the jelly doughnut. It's also the day long lines form at the local bakery just to taste this doughy delight.
The holiday originated in the city's Polish community. It's a chance to overindulge that sugar craving before the six weeks of Lent.
It's sort of like Mardi Gras. In New Orleans, you have a parade. Here, you have jelly doughnuts. In New Orleans, you have booze-fueled debauchery. Here, you have jelly doughnuts.
Bakers stay up for 24 hours straight punching out the paczki.
They have balloons. There was a procession. And there were more than a few post-paczki waistlines.
There is even a philosophy: "Before I die, I want my life to resemble a paczki. More than a doughnut, no holes, pumped full of rich, savory filling."