Just kidding. Lamentations seem no longer to apply to the spiritual life; if you feel a lamentation coming on, it’s usually related to politics or family members, certainly not to yourself.
But Ash Wednesday (“le ceneri“) is still a crucial day in the Christian calendar, and even though people have become very lax about denying themselves meat today, the day remains a vestigial holiday for the butchers. Those few that remain. Those even fewer who maintain the Old Ways. Of course, the public can still buy all the meat it wants at the supermarkets, so closing the butcher shop is by now just a symbol. But a good one, if you have turned your thoughts toward penance, even for just a minute.
Of course, there’s that famous gap between the letter and the spirit of the law, and I’d like to share an amazing menu for your consideration. It was displayed in an expensive restaurant in Udine right across the street from the Patriarchal Palace and adjoining church, and I supposed that the proprietors might be wanting to look good for the patriarch even though the rank of patriarch is no more, and the archbishop lives a 15-minute walk away.
I have never seen a menu created and advertised as being for Ash Wednesday (I thought bread and water pretty much covered the nutritional options, or at least week-old beans and a frightening lettuce from the back of the fridge). The idea of promoting a day of renunciation with items as listed — EVEN THOUGH THEY DO NOT BREAK ANY RULES (except in spirit) — seems totally in keeping with the zeitgeist, and times being what they are. I mean, there isn’t any clause saying you’re only allowed to eat horrible food. I THINK the notion is that you shouldn’t be wallowing in your food fixations for one little 24-hour cycle in the entire year. But then I think: If the owners were inclined to give such a gracious nod to contrition, they might at least have lowered the prices. Why should the customer always be the one to repent when the bill comes?
If Spaghetti Vongole is supposed to be food for a lamenting sinner, then count me in. 🙂
In Sweden we have a kind of mardi gras treat called “semla” which is a wheat bun scented with cardamom and filled with almond paste and whipped cream. I suppose white flour, spice, almonds and cream once were a luxury so it was something special. I still like them, but only on fat tuesday. 🙂
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Love the menu, but it’s not really ‘humble’ is it?
PS love the snoozing cat shot, We had noticed less cats in Venice this time.
You noticed the lack of humility too. Indeed. And it’s years now since cats have declined drastically. Everybody wants dogs now.
If Spaghetti Vongole is supposed to be food for a lamenting sinner, then count me in. 🙂
In Sweden we have a kind of mardi gras treat called “semla” which is a wheat bun scented with cardamom and filled with almond paste and whipped cream. I suppose white flour, spice, almonds and cream once were a luxury so it was something special. I still like them, but only on fat tuesday. 🙂