Redneck Lent

This came over the transom from a friend in Massachusetts. It's well past the Lenten Season, but this was too good to let rest until next spring.

Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook
a venison steak.

But, all of Bubba's neighbors were Catholic. And since it was Lent, they
were forbidden from eating meat on Friday.

The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a
problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.

The priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested that he become a Catholic.

After several classes and much study, Bubba attended Mass...and as the
priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, "You were born a Baptist, and
raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic."

Bubba's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the
wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood.

The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into
Bubba's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and
watched in amazement.

There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully
sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted:

"You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you is a catfish."

February 5, 2008

Tomorrow is Tuesday, February 5, 2008 and we all know what that means don’t we? No, it is not just Super Tuesday, damn it!

It’s Pancake Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, or Fat Tuesday (officially known as Mardi Gras). It’s the day marks the beginning of the Lenten Season which starts on Ash Wednesday. It’s the last day of Carnival. The final chance to blow off steam, eat drink and be merry.

Now I’m not much of one for all that partying to excess of Carnival, but I do like me some pancakes. Nothing like a nice stack with melting butter and real maple syrup or strawberry preserves and a cold glass of milk. MMM-mm good!

Lent starts with Ash Wednesday and we’ll be forswearing meat on that day and every Friday through Easter as per Terry’s Catholic upbringing. (I was brought up in the Protestant Dutch Reformed Church where it was okay to eat meat…but hey, she’s the cook. And a damn fine one I might add.) We’ve already got some salmon in the freezer and Terry’s talking up Friday’s Church dinner for their fish plate. Cod, Haddock and Shrimp will be on the menu sometime during the next forty days. I think I can survive that even if there're no planks around for the salmon to be done outside on the grill. (I’ve also got to get the propane tank refilled.)