Because I am lazy (note how frequently I post) and because my wife (Housewifespice) just wrote about this subject on her awesome blog and because I love meat, I am resurrecting (gratuitous Easter reference) a post from a year ago. Enjoy!
If you’re like me and you hate fish – and seafood, shellfish, anything that tastes anything like fish (no, it doesn’t taste like chicken) – then generally Friday’s are sort of miserable.
My Friday diet tends to be composed of pasta, peanut butter and other carbohydrate things that make me fat. And let’s face it, they don’t taste anywhere near as good as meat.
My favorite things to eat are things that once had hooves and talons, not scales and slime. I fantasize about working at a butcher shop and cutting meat with giant knives and bandsaws. One Easter, I had to use a hacksaw to cut through the femur on a leg of pork (yes, I am that manly).
I must note that I am deeply grateful that our Lord and Savior did not consecrate fish at the Last Supper or I would probably now be a Unitarian.
Luckily for me (and for you), a few glorious Fridays per year are also Solemnities on our Liturgical Calendar. Now as we all know, Solemnities are days of Feasting not Fasting. They are days for celebration and not penance. Being a confirmed fish-hater, I take particular delight in the celebration of these days of Solemnity.
I like to call them “Meat Fridays.” They are those high Holy Days that get me off the hook from abstaining from meat. Aren’t you impressed that I can find a way to make a feast of the Catholic Church all about me? I am a bad Catholic.
Anyway, tomorrow, Friday in the Octave of Easter, is happily one of those days. The Solemnity of the Resurrection is so awesome that it lasts for 8 days!
So, put a thick steak on the grill or fry some bacon.
Feed the fish to a cat and embrace your Catholic identity!
Patrick Thornton has a real job (sort of). He likes eating meat and getting caught in the rain. Under the name Archbishop LeGrille, he once wrote about a theology of grilling for which he was labeled a manifest heretic by his dumb friends. The views expressed here may or may not be his own. It depends who’s asking.