Seems to me that one of the worst things we inherited from our former colonial overlords was this hatred for all things French. They've given us innumerable contributions to art and literature, cuisine and wine, amongst other things too delicate and beautiful to mention. The language of diplomacy. And yet we look up to baked beans on toast, soggy tweed, and cockney accents.Skip wrote:...excepting, possibly, the French.A_Morley wrote:This is why Midwestern cradle catholics are God's cruelest mistake.Del wrote:My friend in high school had the job of sacristan (setting up the chapel for Mass). This meant that he had access to the unconsecrated altar wine.John-Boy wrote:coco wrote:Communion wafers can hardly be considered food, much less a nourishing dietary staple that a man might consider to be vital for life. They are saltless, tasteless, plastic-bagged, preservative-laden, shameful chips of chemically hardened foam, the product of the dystopian end of the Industrial Revolution by a society enamored with mass-produced, cheap goods rather than the beauty and holiness of the sacrament.Joshoowah wrote: I don't even like the wafers...
And when he got the munchies, he would sometimes snack on the unconsecrated hosts... which were devastatingly bland, of course. However, they weren't bad if you held the host in the charcoal tongs (for the incense burner) and toasted them with an altar candle.
He named this treat Host Toasties.
Ask yourself by comparison, are cheese, bratwurst, and the Packers a trade for this? Especially if we must also include Del?
I say we take the French and reject Wisconsin.