Friday night, on the way home from work, I stopped by Amy’s Donuts and picked up a half dozen. They sell a lot of weird and overstated donuts like the Snickers Donut or the Almond Joy or the Elvis (peanut butter, banana, bacon) donut, but I prefer their simple and elegant “glazed old-fashioned dipped in chocolate frosting” donut.

The secret to their wonderful donuts? They fry them in Snow Cap lard! Mmmmmmm.
So I bought those and they sat on the stove, waiting. (My gosh, I had two of my three this morning and THEY WERE DELICIOUS.)

We’re now fixing to go out to the Hotel Eleganté Conference & Event Center to enjoy the Easter Buffet (they have, like, 50 kinds of breakfast potatoes).

And then we’re going to my sister’s for Easter family gathering and, on the way, we’re going to stop by Cold Stone to pick up some ice cream. (I tend to get two kinds. Strawberry base with 5 kinds of berries, Vanilla base with twix, snickers, kit-kat, heath bars, and graham crackers.)

And then, tonight: I’m going to order a pizza from my favorite pizza place (the college one that specializes in making pizza for college students).

And then, tomorrow, to get back on the horse somewhat. Somewhat.

So… how are you breaking your fast?

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  1. I didn’t do one. I find the whole concept of fasting to be useless both physically and spiritually/morally. What’s the point of a fast or abstain if you are just going to go whole hog when the period is done and over indulge the minute after this is done.

    There also seems to be a new trend towards dry months or quarters when someone has drunk to excess previously. The period ends and the excess drinking and hangovers resume. No lesson is learned.

    Just be moderate and even paced.


    • “What’s the point of a fast or abstain if you are just going to go whole hog when the period is done and over indulge the minute after this is done.”

      Not everyone breaks fasts that way.


        • Speaking only for my own situations and from my own (almost definitely faulty) memories, here’s my recollection of the “overindulgence” on Easter during my family.

          We had a lot of candy given to us. Our parents didn’t want us to eat too much, but we were allowed to have a healthy helping. We had a special breakfast of some egg + sausage + crumpled bread + chiles casserole that I found pretty disgusting. Later on, we had an early dinner, with ham and a few other things. We probably had some special desserts, like cake or ice cream, that would wouldn’t otherwise have.

          It was nice, but except for the candy, it wasn’t much of an overindulgence. And I’m talking about the Catholic side of my upbringing. When I dabbled in evangelicalism, it was perhaps slightly more austere, but not really.

          I’ve been to post-fast celebrations of another religion, too. And with due regard for the smallness of my sample size, those were comparable to my Easter celebrations

          Is Jaybird’s celebration beyond the pale? It is different from my experience. But I’m not inclined to pass judgment.


    • The point of a fast is to demonstrate to yourself that you’re more than just your appetites, that it’s possible to do without the things you sometimes feel like you can’t possibly live without. Even if it turns out that you’re just stretching a rubber band and it snaps back as soon as you let go, you’ve at least had the experience of letting your desire go unsatisfied and (probably) realizing that the desire does in fact go away for a while when you can say no, rather than just building up until you burst.


  2. I baked a cake.

    For me, it was to try to return to eating dessert in a more moderate way – to show myself, “You can do without this for an extended period of time, so when you start eating it again, you don’t need it *every day*”

    I will probably be freezing most of the cake, in single-sized portions, seeing as I live alone and have no one else here to eat it.

    Part of it is that this past year (starting January 2016 and extending through till, well, now) has seriously sucked both locally and globally for me, and I’ve been eating my feelings more than I should.


      • Eh, I have a colleague who is a newly-diagnosed Type II diabetic who has made it their goal in life to let us all know how miserable it is they can no longer eat carbohydrates, and that we should not eat them either, lest we suffer the same fate.

        Easier for me to just freeze chunks of it and slowly eat it up myself over the next couple months.


        • So the logic is “you should never eat cake or else you’ll be unable to eat cake”? Well that sounds like a thoroughly unpleasant person to deal with. I’ve had colleagues with Type 1 Diabetes, gluten and dairy intolerance and a couple who ate Paleo for one reason, but none of them felt it necessary to make life miserable for others.


          • Eh, I remember feeling sad for a long time when I first had to cut way back on salt. I tried not to harass other people about it, though.

            I figure this colleague will eventually settle down as they get used to the dietary changes, but I figure it’s just easier to keep temptation out of their way/avoid their commentary by freezing the rest of the cake. Bonus: I have cake when I want it in the coming months.


  3. I think the wife is roasting a chicken? Dunno…

    However, I fried my hash browns in bacon grease this morn, as is correct.

    The wife has had a very rough couple of years, with the result that food is becoming more important to her. Mostly due to the important part it played in her parents lives and the lives the three had together. So, no fasting.


  4. I didn’t fast this Lent (except on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday). I did give up meat for Holy Week, and that cheeseburger I had on Sunday was really good.

    I’ve never understood eating for celebration. I really don’t get celebrating by eating until you don’t feel well.


  5. Further fast-breaking achievements:

    Birthday dinner at The Cliff House.

    They brought out bread (that’s where they get ya!) with a peach chutney butter and we ordered the Beef Carpaccio as an appetizer. Maribou got the Grilled Wapiti Elk Chop and I got the Duck Duet. I made the mistake of ordering a Zinfandel with dinner and it didn’t pair with the duck perfectly, but that’s me all over (it would have paired perfectly with the elk). I should have ordered a blush wine but you can’t live in the past.

    For dessert, Maribou ordered the chocolate mousse and the chef wrote “happy birthday” in chocolate in perfect cursive on top of the plate. I got the Crème Brulee.

    Ambrosia. Pure ambrosia.


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