Wednesday, February 13, 2013

It's that time of year again . . .

If you don't know what today is you are probably going to Hell.  Or maybe you just aren't Catholic or it's close cousin, Episcopalian.

Because its the first day of Lent!

As an Episcopalian, the Lenten sacrifice is nearly mandatory. You can give something up or take something up . . . as long as you are improving yourself.  Most Episcopalians choose the former since we are generally more interested in punishing ourselves.

Since this whole blogging thing started as as a means for documenting Lent last year, people have been asking what I'm giving up this year.

It took me a while to figure it out. I didn't want to do the exact same thing again. So after much deliberation, I decided to give up desserts and seconds.

I actually think that the seconds will be the harder of the two. Because I'm a seconds . . .

. . . and sometimes thirds . . . kind of girl.

I know what you are thinking, but there will be no cheating.


I won't be doubling my firsts.  No matter how tempted I may be.

So, with the impending sentence of no desserts/seconds looming, are you wondering how I handled Fat Tuesday?  Well, in the words of Elizabeth,

"I ate like it was the end of days, not just the beginning of Lent."

I was in Dallas for lunch. When it was my turn to order, I told the waiter that I wanted a large bowl of lobster bisque and a slice of carrot cake. He said, "together?" And I answered, "Yes please."

Imagine my discontent when my soup came out alone.

That led to the following conversation:

Waiter:  How is everything?

Me:  Wonderful. Can I please get my cake? 
Waiter:  Oh you were serious?

Me:  Damn straight.

The cake was excellent. It was end of days cake. It was death row cake.  And, I owned it.

And then, I did it again at dinner:

I can't remember the last time I had two desserts in one day.  I feel kind of disgusting today.

But, now I'm ready for Lent.  Bring it on.


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