Pimp My Pancake
Shrove Tuesday, Pancake Day. Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday. Singapore. Supper.
Wholegrain buttermilk flapjacks for that slightly nutty base flavour. Pimped out in various ways, including:
Fat Tuesday is meant to be the last fling before the beginning of the 40-day Lenten fast practised by Roman Catholics (and some Christians); the happy stag night before the ball-and-chain of marriage.
We were discussing the efficaciousness of the whole Lent event (rhymes!) over tea yesterday:
- there does not seem to be any evidence from the Bible that denying oneself food or drink or the pleasures of God’s good creation cleanses one’s soul or makes one any more right with God than the gluttony of one’s neighbour. In fact, it says that we are so sinful, we are unable to offer anything to God to save ourselves;
- God is not blackmailed – we cannot induce him to do anything by repetitive chants or by depriving ourselves of chocolate and iPhone games;
- there is some biblical foundation to the idea that fasting is linked to repentance. However, together with all the references to sackcloth and ashes, this horror at one’s own sin and deliberate turning away from it is merely something one does at any time (not just during the man-ordained Lenten period) and the fasting is possibly quite a natural consequence, just as someone who is distressed about something might lose his appetite;
- whether or not Jesus really died during a certain time in the Gregorian calendar, perhaps there is some usefulness in having a liturgical year so that churches/pastors are forced to cover the whole Bible (which is the way the most commonly used liturgies are drafted), rather than focusing only on the things that interest them, and the provision of a Lenten period is meant to remind us of God’s mercy in sending Jesus to die on the cross for our sins (but then, many faithful sermons do too);
- but the evilness of the human heart means that we will tend to grasp at rituals to make ourselves think we can somehow contribute to our salvation;
- (but hey, a good excuse to break out cider and have friends over for a stodgy old supper)