First Friday in Lent!

And yes: You may have that second helping of alligator:

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Thank God for the Magisterium!

HT: Rod Dreher

  • Sherry Weddell

    Sure makes me feel better! Nawlins, here I come!

  • http://Www.SaintLouisAcupuncture.com Dr. Eric

    I believe that gator is one of the few things “they” say “tastes like chicken” and it actually does. It’s tougher but still like white meat chicken.

  • http://Www.SaintLouisAcupuncture.com Dr. Eric

    Gator is in, but what about snake?

  • http://www.jonathanfsullivan.com Jonathan F. Sullivan

    Aligator’s nothin’; in Detroit it’s not Lent without a muskrat dinner: http://www.catholic.org/national/national_story.php?id=23328

  • Deacon Nathan Allen

    I’ll just toss some in the croc pot, then.

    • http://www.theleenmachine.blogspot.com KML

      grooooooooooooan…..

  • Michael

    Ducks spend as much time in the water as a gator? They are just making this stuff as they go, jeez :)

    • DTMcCameron

      A duck is clearly a bird.

      Not that it’s especially important to worry about, but where would dinosaurs fit in that math? I hear they’re, erm, *were* some weird in-between of birds and reptiles.

  • Mercury

    Eh — only tourists eat alligator. Give me a shrimp po-boy.

  • Bill

    Gator doesn’t quite taste like chicken. Frogs’ legs taste like chicken but more refreshing, like you can taste the earthiness. Shango here in Buffalo makes a great “chicken wing” out of frogs’ legs.

    Gator tastes like chicken crossed with pork crossed with a meaty tasting fish like grouper. It has a really outstanding flavor

  • Bill

    I think snake is fine as it’s a cold blooded animal.

    Warm blooded animals, outside of the capybara in Argentina, are verboten

  • http://www.leepenn.org Lee Penn

    This thread brought to mind a line from the Catholic sci-fi novel, “A Canticle for Leibowitz.”

    The scene is 600 years into the future, after the Flame Deluge has destroyed civilization. The Church survived, and monasticism is the last refuge of learning. A novice, Francis, is going through a 40-day strict Lenten fast in the desert to discern his vocation.

    A moment of weakness on Palm Sunday leads to “the most succinct confession that Francis ever made, or Cheroki ever heard: ‘Bless me Father; I ate a lizard.’ Prior Cheroki, having for many years been confessor to fasting penitents, found that custom had, with him, as with a fabled gravedigger, given it all a ‘property of easiness,’ so that he replied with perfect equanimity and without a blink, ‘Was it an abstinence day, and was it artificially prepared’.”

    At least we will not have to confess, “Bless me Father, I ate an alligator.”

    Lee

  • Dan Berger

    It’s not whether it’s warm- or cold-blooded; it’s whether it lives on land. The medieval precedent was that anything that spends a majority of its time mostly or completely submerged qualifies as “fish:” beavers, whales… and now ‘gators.
    The precedent also allows nearly-full-term rabbit fetuses, which are considered to be not-meat in the same way that eggs are. According to my sources (Tanahill’s Food in History) not-quite-born-yet rabbits were a delicacy in pagan Rome, and survived as such after Rome fell. I’ve seen speculation that it’s because the unborn bunnies “swam” in amniotic fluid, but that doesn’t agree with my source.