NOTE; Sorry some of the photos are sideways. My technical adviser is looking into why this keeps happening when I file posts from my phone.
Lent began yesterday. For the faithful, it’s 40 days of sacrifice and denial leading to the renewal of Easter.
As a kid, it meant a half-hearted and little-enforced effort to give up some little pleasure — a favorite candy maybe. It also meant fish on Friday, which everyone hated. In the Midwest, the fish was rarely fresh, and then there was my sister’s terror of death by undiscovered fish bone. (It remains with me even today; thanks sis.)
But the Lord provided. In 1965, McDonald’s went national with its first non-hamburger sandwich: the deep-fried Fillet-o-Fish.
Now there was religion I could get behind. As my husband says, “I’d eat a sweat sock if you deep fried it.”
Not being religious these days, I typically realize it’s Lent when the fish sandwich promotional billboards go up at fast food menu counters. That’s what happened Thursday at Wendy’s.
And right away, I could feel my tastebuds hankering for this:
Wendy’s fish sandwich
But something intervened and I ordered this:
Wendy’s Apple Pecan Chicken Salad
God or willpower? You decide.