Zel-kun’s Words

Tomorrow begins the Christian practice of Lent. It is a period where one gives up something for a period of forty days and forty nights. It is preluded with ‘Fat Tuesday’ which was celebrated at work by a nice big box of doughnuts for our team. I like Fat Tuesday.

Now, while I am not a Christian, nor am I especially religious, I do believe in strengthening one’s own self. And one way to do that is to deny yourself something you tend to indulge in. To know what it is to live without can make you appreciate what you have. And I think we all could do with appreciating what we have a little more.

In lieu of that, I have decided to give up something I indulge in quite frequently. My vice, if you will. Something so wonderful and perfect that its allure can not be denied. Even now, I feel its call and I must resist.

Chili.

Damn I love chili. I love all types of chili. Meat chili, meatless chili, veggie chili, hearty chili, soupy chili, spicy chili, sweet chili.

In all its forms its delicious. And I eat it at least once a week from one place or another. When I go someplace new, my first question is, “Do you have chili?”

If the answer is no, I tend to black out and wake up in an alley later covered in what I can only assume is tomato sauce.

I’d hate to give it up and see it go away.  I may go horribly insane, but I think that’s the whole point.  Perhaps when I’m eating the most delicious bowl of chili I’ve ever had at the end of this whole ordeal, I’ll appreciate it.

And while we’re on the subject:

Wendy’s Chili.  Ninety-nine cents and the best fast food ever.  McDonald’s and Burger King’s CEO’s cry themselves to sleep every night because they know that they can never serve Wendy’s chili.

Well, still enough time to get in one more bowl of chili before Lent.

Zel-kun out.