My area is known for its rolling hills covered with winter wheat, barley, peas, and lentils. Naturally, the city fathers, in their manifold and abundant wisdom, picked the lentil as the subject of the town festival. Yes, every year they have the "National Lentil Festival," whereat naturally pelletized dirt is celebrated. You've heard of garlic ice cream, right? Well, they have lentil ice cream. That's the final course of a meal involving lentil pancakes, lentil chilli, lentil this, lentil that.
I make a point of missing it every year (although driving by last year I was mightily tempted to drop a large firecracker in "the world's largest bowl of lentil chilli").