Food and Fasting
T-5 and Counting
Only five days to Friday. I’m kidding, but I just delivered a major series of proposals, and that entailed working all weekend. So I’m dying to have a real weekend.
Yummy for My Tummy
My reward after major work triumphs: lunch at Mandina's, a much-adored seafood restaurant that just relocated here in Baton Rouge from New Orleans. You know, the thing you have to love about New Orleans is that some of the world’s most praised cuisine is housed in tiny shotgun houses with grates on the windows that the average suburbanite wouldn’t consider entering. Anyway, since Katrina, Mandina’s has moved into an upscale Baton Rouge area, but still maintains its distinct New Orleans feel.
Soup’s On
I had Trout Meuniere and Turtle Soup. Delicious, of course. This is starting to feel like a restaurant review. Let me stop and just ask the point of it all. Does anyone besides me find themselves splurging on food as a self-reward? I guess it’s not a big deal, but maybe there’s something to that gluttony thing. Ah well, if only I could put the reverse into play and punish myself with no food during failure moments.
Who’s Hungry?
That reminds me of fasting. Now that’s not how I meant that to sound. In fact, that’s my point. Have you ever noticed that without the right focus and motivation that fasting is just basically the act of going hungry? Saturday around 3 p.m. I realized I’d never gotten around to eating yet for the day and caught myself saying, “Hey in about two more hours, I can go ahead and write this one off as a fast.” I’m kidding, but it’s true we think that way sometimes, whether you’ll admit it or not.
My mission over the next two weeks: rediscover the meaning and power behind focused, anointing fasting.
Picture: Mandina's Restaurant in New Orleans before Hurricane Katrina, source: Mandinas.com
Only five days to Friday. I’m kidding, but I just delivered a major series of proposals, and that entailed working all weekend. So I’m dying to have a real weekend.
Yummy for My Tummy
My reward after major work triumphs: lunch at Mandina's, a much-adored seafood restaurant that just relocated here in Baton Rouge from New Orleans. You know, the thing you have to love about New Orleans is that some of the world’s most praised cuisine is housed in tiny shotgun houses with grates on the windows that the average suburbanite wouldn’t consider entering. Anyway, since Katrina, Mandina’s has moved into an upscale Baton Rouge area, but still maintains its distinct New Orleans feel.
Soup’s On
I had Trout Meuniere and Turtle Soup. Delicious, of course. This is starting to feel like a restaurant review. Let me stop and just ask the point of it all. Does anyone besides me find themselves splurging on food as a self-reward? I guess it’s not a big deal, but maybe there’s something to that gluttony thing. Ah well, if only I could put the reverse into play and punish myself with no food during failure moments.
Who’s Hungry?
That reminds me of fasting. Now that’s not how I meant that to sound. In fact, that’s my point. Have you ever noticed that without the right focus and motivation that fasting is just basically the act of going hungry? Saturday around 3 p.m. I realized I’d never gotten around to eating yet for the day and caught myself saying, “Hey in about two more hours, I can go ahead and write this one off as a fast.” I’m kidding, but it’s true we think that way sometimes, whether you’ll admit it or not.
My mission over the next two weeks: rediscover the meaning and power behind focused, anointing fasting.
Picture: Mandina's Restaurant in New Orleans before Hurricane Katrina, source: Mandinas.com
posted by Lee Ann @ 3:33 PM
1 Comments:
At 7:31 PM,
Mitchell said…
Ok, so I obviously have not forgotten to eat too many times in my life, but everytime it happens, I am always guilty of wondering in my mind if I could call it a fast and get by with that. I'll be the first to confess.
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