Tagged: Lent

Earlier this week, I had one of those enviable New Orleans moments. There I was: standing in a farmers market, debating with a group of market-goers as to whether Lent’s Gumbo des Herbes does or does not contain meat.

Each Friday during Lent, churches around New Orleans are transformed into bustling community cafeterias, full of people, suffused with the aroma of frying fish and driven by the pulse of deep tradition.

It is only right that we embrace the ebb and flow of the seasons. So out with the king cakes and in with fish on Fridays. Out with spirits and in with beverages that cleanse the soul and the colon. Yes, I said colon. I too find it a bit awkward to utter on the radio. So, let me move on to the point.