In and around the City of Pittsburgh, the Friday Fish Fry is a long-standing tradition during Lent. There is a big Catholic church down the street from my house. On nearly every street corner there’s a sign advertising their Fish Fry. If you happen to miss those signs, there’s a huge banner hanging at the main intersection. Does your neighborhood get bombarded with Fish Fry signs, too?
Upon leaving my town and going to the next town, there are more signs, for more Fish Fries, at other churches…and fire halls…and restaurants…and markets. Cost of each: around $5.
No matter where you go, the fish is always Cod. Never Halibut. Never Mahi-Mahi. Never Tuna, or Swordfish, or Salmon, or Shark. I guess those fishes cost more than $5 or don’t taste good fried. Plus, Cod rhymes with God so that makes it easy to remember what’s on the menu.
I don’t write about my religion very much because if you’ve read my About page than you know that I hate it when people define me based on a stereotype. Nonetheless, my religion is Catholicism so I understand the concept of fasting on Fridays.
Fasting from meat 1 day/week during the 6 weeks of Lent is supposed to be an expression of self-sacrifice. In today’s super-sized culture of massive consumption, I think it’s good to deny yourself of over-indulging once in a while. Humans are resilient. We live happily in many places of the world with very little. Life can go on for a day without iPhones, and Facebook, and manicures, and yes…even meat.
Personally, I like that fish is so readily available here during Lent. If I had to pull it out of the water myself, I’d probably starve to death. I tried to catch a fish once. All I ended up with was a tangled line and a dead worm. Do worms count as meat?
Do you ever practice self-denial? What indulgence would be the most difficult for you to do without?
Tomorrow’s post based on the letter G will not rhyme with Cod. Be sure to check back!
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