If I had really been on my game, I would have done yesterday's post about Polish donuts today, the feast day of St. Casmir, the patron saint of Poland. C'est la vie.
Or C'est la guerre, perhaps, would be more appropriate when invoking St. Casmir. He was a conscientious objector. Or should we say, C'est non la guerre? I don't speak French.
Yesterday in the comments section, we took a side trip to Hawaii where the donutty treat is malasadas.
The large number of Portuguese Catholics in Hawaii has turned the islands' Fat Tuesday into Malasada Tuesday. A malasada is a soft, yeast doughnut, and is probably one of the most wonderfully simple, delicious things to eat. I have fond memories of my grandmother and her sisters making hundreds of them before Ash Wednesday every year.
These little babies are over-large donut holes, fried crispy on the outside and rolled in cane sugar (from Hawaii). But the actual treat is Portuguese. There were a lot of Portuguese workers and sailors in the South Pacific, who later went to Hawaii to build things. The Hawaiians really glommed onto malasadas, like sugar on a malasada.
Meanwhile, readers want me to know about another Lenten practise:
Did you know that the File-o-Fish was created by a Catholic McDonald's own specifically for the Meatless Fridays (which were all Fridays in the past)? Sounds like a question for Jeopardy to me...
Yes. I am well aware.
Perhaps I need to start making myself some Hula Burgers.