I don’t normally observe the annual Shrove/pancake/ fat Tuesday routine. To me, it’s always been, as Curiosity Killed The Cat would say, just another ordinary day. Nor have I ever thought about giving anything up for Lent – not for any anti-religious purpose, just because I couldn’t be bothered thinking about sacrifices. Well, that’s about to change. This year, I’m going all ‘austerity’ and embracing hunger.
I don’t mean that to sound flippant, pious or patronising; there is neither a political nor a charitable motivation, it’s not about solidarity or empathy. It’s not about trying to make anyone feel guilty either. It is, perhaps, my acceptance that gluttony is too easy for those of us fortunate enough to be able to buy food. Even that sounds vaguely Bono-like. All I mean is that I’d like to take ownership of my own hunger and actually enjoy it as a controllable urge. Continue reading