For me, Lent is a time for fish and chips, the same way Thanksgiving is a time for turkey and stuffing, and the Fourth of July is a time for hot dogs and beer. You can never eat enough fish, although most of the fish I’ve been eating is deep-fried, which tends to clog your arteries, clog your pores and make you wish you’d gone for the beer and hot dogs.
Nevertheless, fish on Friday is a Lenten ritual, so we go to Big Y for the fish fry, which consists of deep-fried halibut, deep-fried clams and French fries. That’s a lot of fried food. Pretty soon, the food police will be showing up with a court order for my arrest so they can lock me up for my own safety.
Fish and chips are so popular this time of year that the line is out the door. As a result, our family has developed a carefully coordinated routine. I call my wife when I get off the train, and she puts in the order. Then, she bullies her way to the front of the line, grabs the goods and races home. You have to act fast; no one wants to eat fish and chips that have been sitting around because they get soggy.