Hey, no judgment. Maybe you’re just in it for the fish fry. Or maybe a neighbor invited you over, and you didn’t want to be rude. That’s cool! Good Friday fish has a way of pulling everyone in.
My atheist friend Mark goes to the fish fry every year. When I asked why, he said, “The hush puppies are fire, and I like listening to old ladies gossip about who forgot to give up chocolate.”
So even if you’re not buying the whole resurrection story, you can buy the coleslaw. That’s a win.
The Cooking Chaos
Let’s be real: cooking fish at home on Good Friday is a disaster waiting to happen. You’ve got pan-fried cod splattering oil on your shirt, while you frantically Google “how to tell if salmon is done.”
Meanwhile, your kids are asking for chicken nuggets. You tell them, “We’re being holy today.” They don’t care. They just want a dinosaur-shaped breaded thing.
So you cave and make fish sticks from a box. And guess what? That’s fine. The spirit of the day isn’t about Michelin-star cooking. It’s about saying, “I tried, and my oven is not my friend.”
Catholic Fish Friday - astonishingceiyrs
