Fat Tuesday. Fausnaught Day.
The last day to eat richer, fatty foods before Lent starts.
Or, for our family, a day to make homemade, deep fried donuts that we totally binge on and take to whoever is fortunate enough to be seeing us that day.
Not sure which generation way back when stopped practicing Lent. But, Fat Tuesday got passed on down. (Of course it did. These things are amazing.)
Growing up, my mom would make about 4 batches throughout the day. Visitors would drop by all day to pick up some fresh fausnaughts. And, the three of us girls would take those babies to school and practices that day.
Shamefully, my parents went through Dunkin Donuts’ drive thru this year. They didn’t even give the day respect enough to sit down in there to eat their mass produced donut.
But, this mom? I was up at the crack of dawn, making donuts. And, of the 3 1/2 dozen or so I made, maybe 2 dozen actually made it to Bible Study (and none made it back home).
Evan alone had 8.
And, since school was closed for an in-service day, I rewarded them for being so good during CBS by taking them out to lunch.
for ice cream sundaes.
Fat Tuesday may now be called Fun Mom Day in the Raudenbush house.
Or, Seriously Insane Mom Day.
Okay, Now I have a serious craving :) Those look yummy!