Welcome back to another Family Friday. It has been a week of Daddy not being at work, for the most part, although he still has to go to the jail. The patients there are kind of a captive audience, so someone has to provide them with healthcare.
Since he has had nothing to do but lounge around like a lazy bum, Daddy was planning on writing a blog all about our Easter Friday (a.k.a. Friday of the Octave of Easter, a.k.a. Bacon Friday) breakfast. We see how well that panned out. Too much lounging around, I guess.
So here’s the cliff notes version. Most Fridays of the year Catholics are obligated (or in the U.S. “encouraged”) to abstain from meat as an act of sacrifice, in commemoration of the day that Our Lord offered up His sacred Flesh on the cross. However, since the solemnity of Easter extends across 8 days, from Easter Sunday to Divine Mercy Sunday, every day within that octave is a solemnity, and Catholics are obligated to feast, fest or otherwise rejoice on solemnities (In the Church calendar, when a solemnity and a fast coincide on the same day, the solemnity always trumps the fast).
So, this is the one Friday of the year we are allowed, nay, even encouraged, even obligated, to celebrate rather than fast. This one Friday of all Fridays of the year looks forward to the resurrection, when God will wipe every tear from the eye, and fill every longing of every heart. To symbolize this, we do our best to fulfill our longings for bacon. To that end, I give you…
St. Peter’s Latkas!
You will need:
3-4 slices of bacon, diced.
one half medium onion, minced.
1 cup leftover mashed potatoes.
A bag of shredded cheese.
A can of bacon grease,
And a WELL seasoned cast-iron griddle.
Heat a cast iron skillet and melt a generous lump of bacon grease. Fry bacon, potatoes and onions together with the eggs, until the whole thing has a sticky, dough consistency.
Season the cast-iron griddle for at least six months with a variety of oils, primarily butter and bacon grease. Then heat to medium high and drop 2 – 3 pairs of golf ball sized piles of shredded cheese onto the griddle. Fry until they melt into gooey flat puddles, and start to brown on the bottom. Take some of the fried potato and squish that into a patty about the size of the puddle of fried cheese. Drop this patty on one of the cheese puddles as soon the puddle has started to brown on the bottom, flip a second cheese puddle on top of the potato patty, and then flip the whole thing a couple more times until the cheese has melted into the potato.
I call them St. Peter’s Latkas in reference to the latkes eaten by many Ashkenazi Jews (not too dissimilar from potato pancakes of many different kinds the world over) and the dream of Peter recorded in Acts 10:9-16.
Just as this is a completely non-Kosher dish, (dairy and meat mixed, not to mention the bacon) and therefore “breaks” the Jewish dietary laws, it also contains meat which we eat on a Friday, “breaking” the obligation to abstain from meat on Fridays.
Of course it does not really break any laws. It reminds us that just as the Jewish dietary laws have been fulfilled in the New Covenant and so are no longer binding, someday our fasts and abstinence will be fulfilled in the wedding feast of the Lamb, and so will know longer be binding on us. It will then be our duty and our joy to feast on the goodness of the Lord, and St. Peter’s Latkas are a little reminder of that in the here and now.
But now, enough about that. Let’s get to the real “meat” of the blog.
Last Friday we spent most of the day in the garden, trying to get it to grow some darn veggies. The soil was so impoverished that I ended up making the decision to break the bank. The compost bank, that is.
Of course I had help.
Two wheelbarrows of black gold later, and the garden soil is not quite so dry and dusty.
Everyone was too dirty to come inside for lunch, but Mommy provided us a delicious picnic lunch outside on the picnic table.
Oh yeah, that’s right. Friday was the day we got the pool down and filled it up. Ellie has been waiting for this for ever!
So much so that she couldn’t even wait to put her suit on when the pool was full.
And now it’s 9:00, and we are about to turn into parental pumpkins, so time for the short and sweet version…
And I am literally nodding off as I type this, so good night, sleep tight, and preemptively bite the bed bugs back.