Happy Ash Wednesday, for those of us who do that.

This is my sorta first, as this is one of the things my very casually Catholic gal observes. I won't be going to church or getting ashes on my forehead, but I will be skipping the meat.

This morning

B: Can I pack you some pork for lunch?
Me: Baby, that's meat!
B: But I'm doing this, not you!
Me: Nah, I'm doing it too.
B: But...for you not to eat meat because I'm not eating meat is like having me not eat carbs because you're not eating carbs.
Me: No, that's not the same.
B: And why not?
Me: Because I choose not to do that as a lifestyle change, while you're doing this for reasons of faith.
B: Hmmm?
Me: So I've decided I'm going to do it, too.

Besides, since I'll be doing most of the cooking on Fridays, it's good practice.

Too bad the girl isn't very fond of seafood.
That rules out a truckload of options.

Lucky her, I'm awful damned good at pasta AND master of my own sauces. So let's see, how many weeks do I need to do this? I can do red sauce, alfredo, vodka, carbonara and a cacciatore reduction thus far. I may have to add a few more weapons to the arsenal...