Since moving to the Midwest, I have come to accept certain quirks. Like the fact that some people say "melk" instead of "milk". That people in my town seem to walk with no sense of urgency, but drive like a bat out of hell. That you have to turn right to make a left.
And then there are quirks that I embrace. Like the fact that it takes 15 minutes to check out at the grocery, because you get into a friendly conversation with the cashier. That I've heard Savage Garden multiple times on our local radio station. That emergency weather alerts call Eastern Michigan "the thumb" in official press releases.
And today, I embrace Pączki Day. Louisianans have a cinnamon roll with a baby inside; Michiganders have a dinner roll stuffed with jam.
No matter if you call it Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, the State of the Union, or Rivalry Week: here's hoping you found a themed confection.
