Morty loved Mardi Gras.
A recent convert to Catholicism, he had embraced his new faith wholeheartedly, if not wholestomachedly. Try as he might, he could not give up the culinary traditions with which he had grown up. No Easter ham for him: his table was reserved for braised brisket and chopped liver.
Lent was difficult because he truly regarded it as a penitential period. From Ash Wednesday until Easter, Morty would practice strict self-denial, completely avoiding something he loved.
As he did every year, he would give up schmaltz and gribenes.
But that was tomorrow. Today was... Chicken Fat Tuesday!
A recent convert to Catholicism, he had embraced his new faith wholeheartedly, if not wholestomachedly. Try as he might, he could not give up the culinary traditions with which he had grown up. No Easter ham for him: his table was reserved for braised brisket and chopped liver.
Lent was difficult because he truly regarded it as a penitential period. From Ash Wednesday until Easter, Morty would practice strict self-denial, completely avoiding something he loved.
As he did every year, he would give up schmaltz and gribenes.
But that was tomorrow. Today was... Chicken Fat Tuesday!
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