happy mardi gras, if you are wont to celebrate it. one of my coworkers brought homemade red beans and rice (and a bottle of lousiana hot sauce) to work today in honour of “fat tuesday,” as it’s so ickily nicknamed. blegh. does not bring a pretty picture to mind — but enough of that tangent. the beans and rice were excellent, but the worthy coworker bemoaned the absense of a king cake to complete our impromptu celebration. after lunch i brought back pieces of the cold oven pound cake my mom made yesterday, explaining that, while it was no king cake, it was indeed fattening in keeping with the general theme of the day’s food. i didn’t investigate to see if they ate every single crumb, but both coworkers who received a piece said it was very good.
- ice cream
- chocolate
- lattes (and any odd craving i might get for sweet coffee)
not being roman catholic or russian or greek orthodox (do they celebrate lent?) i’m not exactly well-versed in the reason behind the celebration of lent. i’m sure my dad, who is a pastor, knows, though — or at least has a book that would enable me to read up on it. it seems to me like a season for contemplation, meditation, examining one’s inner-workings and saying “God, which part of me isn’t fully yours?” i hope that’s what lent will be for you, and that’s how i’m intending to go about it.