Fat Tuesday Just Means That Lent Starts Tomorrow
Thus begins the oft-exploited concept of Friday Fasting. A fallen Catholic presents one more novel way to flout the rules
After devouring all the pancakes and pastries you can stomach today, you'll go to bed, and wake to a world filled with repentance and prayer. With fasting and alms giving. Such was the moderately strict, unforgiving, and ultimately pointless tone of my childhood spent in the Roman Catholic Church of St. Peter the Rock. Now? It's just another period in the year, where I notice an uptick of fish stick and fish sandwich commercials. McDonald's. Culver's. Arby's is now pushing fish sandwiches. Popeye's, for all that is holy, have decided they haven't sold enough chicken sandwiches, and are now pushing buttermilk fried shrimp and flounder sandwiches!
The Fish & Cheddar Sandwich, Arby's.
Because I overthought, and still overthink, whenever I am presented with illogical dogma, I am persona non grata of the Church. "What is the point," I asked, "when we are asked to commit an act of sacrifice on Fridays, and it is still OK if we were to eat here that night?"
Yep. I feel closer to my Lord with each crawfish head I suck. Did they refill the shrimp cocktail yet?
Anyway, and things might be different if you happen to reside where the fear of a vengeful Catholic God is sufficient, here in America we don't stop eating tasty food just because it's Friday in March. The predominantly Italian-American hot dog stand owners of my area serve their Pepper-and-Egg sandwiches during Lent, and this gladdens my heart:
Pepper & Egg Sandwich, Buona Beef
I do not know much about the history of the P&E although context suggests it is in fact Italian in origin. Almost anyone can make this themselves: buttery scrambled eggs and diced peppers are served on french rolls. It's reminiscent to things @BenWelham makes for himself. We're all on his level.
Since it is such a simple sandwich, feel free to add multi-colored peppers, peppers of different intensities, onions, garlic & any other aromatics you have on hand. Just don't slip some bacon or sausage in there on a Friday or else the Monty Python Hand of God will pluck your sinful repast from your throat. Just as He had plucked the forbidden gyro sandwich from my throat back on St. Patrick's Day in 1989. It was a Friday, don't you know?
Pepper & Egg Sandwiches! One reason why the Lenten season is okay. Comments?