Oh, yeah, um, and the subdued, thoughtful preparation for Easter via personal sacrifice and contemplation.
But mostly the ever-important Fish Fry.
At least here in the greater Cincinnati area where, on Friday evenings, it seems like the whole area is shoveling down breaded fish and hushpuppies (blessedly deep fried in the same oil).
It’s not all rainbows and unicorns at the Fry, if you ask me, though. For some unsettling reason, I can’t seem to find a event offering decent beer. And trust me, that’s important. Because when the fish is more frozen and pressed than fresh and battered, you’re going to need something to wash it down, and the ubiquitous “American” light lager isn’t doing it for me.
At least, that’s my opinion, which I explore in today’s Hoperatives post. So roll on over there and see what I have to say about fish fries and beer. Oh, and how I break down the annual church calendar into three basic “seasons”.
Just, maybe don’t stand to close to me for a few days, though.
You know, in case of lightning.