Today is Fat Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday which is the day before Lent begins. For anyone who grew up Catholic you know what Lent means…you gotta give up something that you love. When we were kids it was with great thought that we picked our “sacrifice” because yours had to be better than anyone else’s. For weeks you would fret over your “give up” and compare notes with everybody else. You had to be the best, it had to be something that would make your friends mouths fall open.
Of course, when you would quiz your Mom for suggestions on a good “give up” for Lent, she would always suggest something uninspiring and boring like
- Quit fighting with your brothers and sisters
- Help around the house more
- Be obedient
- No sassy talk
- Do a good deed everyday
None of the above are jaw-dropping enough to be the one….you needed drama….you needed “kneel on dried peas everyday” drama.
I think I gave up candy every year. We never had candy in the house because we couldn’t afford it according to my Mom. We couldn’t give up sweets, because there was always cake, my Mom was a big cake baker. To this day I love cake, any kind of cake, any flavor of cake. I LOVE CAKE. (Thanks Mom)
Lent is sort of like your News Year’s Resolution Do-Over. You have a second chance to give up sweets, stop smoking, cut back on caffeine, exercise everyday or whatever resolution you have not followed through on.
The best part of Fat Tuesday, no question…… is Paczki.
Tomorrow I will go into detail on these gastrointestinal nightmares that will have you running for your bottle of Pepto Bismol