Lamb Doesn’t Always Make the Grade
Today being Easter Sunday, I can’t resist taking a trip down Memory Lane over lamb, that traditional spring holiday dish.
I love lamb now, but that wasn’t always the case. My first encounter with lamb on the dinner table (as opposed to in a petting zoo as a kid) was at St. John’s Seminary in the 1980s. (Yes, it may come as a shock to many, but I once studied for the priesthood.)
Back then the seminary was still somewhat regimented, and students and faculty were expected to take meals together in a large refectory. (Picture the dining scenes from Harry Potter, only without all the magic…) To escape this communal dining experience, a seminarian had to first gain permission from the Dean of Students and then “sign out” with the kitchen so they would have an exact count for dinner. If you forgot to do so, you were required to attend meals even if you ate nothing. Sneaking out was difficult; the Dean kept a careful eye on attendance. Read more
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