After weeks of temperatures in the 80s, we're getting a drizzly, cold Easter weekend. Puts the kibosh on what I'd planned to wear tomorrow.
It also put the kibosh on our ward's Easter Picnic this evening. Instead of picnicking on blankets in the park adjacent to the church and hiding eggs outside, we retreated to the slightly warmer cultural hall for Easter festivities.
There were the requisite pastel sprinkled and bunny-adorned cupcakes, lemonade and watermelon slices but the main dish was something unexpected: Frito Pie. Cuz nothin' says Easter like chili on Fritos!
I'm sure someone could torture this dish into a spiritual object lesson: the Fritos lose their hardness when doused in chili--like hearts being softened through repentance. (Like how I put that in passive voice?)
Or Frito Pie is like our ward family: the Fritos and chili and sour cream and shredded cheese can each stand alone, but we're much stronger--and much more delicious--when we're together in the same bowl!
Considering the weather, chili was a good call regardless of whether any deeper meaning can be derived from Frito Pie.
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Frito pie, eh? I can't say I'm familiar with it, but given the list of ingredients you listed, it sounds like something one should not indulge in regularly. :-)
The 'cultural hall' as a name for a gym-like room never fails to make me giggle.
I would like to add that I believe hearts (and arteries) would actually be hardened through Frito pie, so the potential object lesson thusly moves further from my sphere of understanding...
Was does the description of Frito Pie turn my stomach and harden my arteries? I hadn't realized it, but I think that's the other thing I don't miss about church--ward parties and bad casseroles. Although, I love, love, love my mother's chicken casserole recipe. Go figure.
If the weather was too cold in Texas for a picnic outside, you should have been here. It snowed yesterday. In April. Again, go figure.
If Jesus had been resurrected this weekend, he would have opened the tomb, looked outside, shivered, and gone right back inside. I think Garrison Keillor actually said that....
P.S. Happy Easter!
hey Di, do you remember that once we did have something akin to Frito Pie after church once at a meet-n-greet in the c. hall in Manhattan? They passed out snack size packages of fritos, then spooned some sort of chili onto it to eat. I have a definite memory of eating out of my little bag with a spoon having a conversation with you and Henry Hamilton. I'm sure it was you....
Hey Hevans - I do remember that particular Frito incident, now that you mention it! Was it some sort of break-the-fast thing? It was spearheaded by some lovely single woman from Texas, if I recall correctly. It was a snack that seemingly had zero relationship to NYC, and it was kind of fun for that reason. A Texas snack it now seems - if ME's ward is any indication. :-) Of course I remember you, but I don't recall who Henry Hamilton is, unfortunately. (I'm sure I knew then, but I have a bad memory...)
I don't remember Henry Hamilton either, but I do remember the Frito-pie-in-the-bag break the fast.
Speaking of which, it looks like the singles ward in our building (whose desire to not always be in the 3-6 slot bumped my ward into that slot this year) is STILL going to have their break the fast (for the fifth month running) when their church ends at 4 and ours still has two hours to go. I've complained and I know that lots of folks in my ward are also bugged. Wonder if I should start a petition? In my view, eating in the building on fast Sunday is a privilege that goes along with being the last ward in the building, and if you give up the time slot, you give up the attendant privilege. Am I completely off base here? What, are they planning to keep having it as they move back through the schedule, so eventually they're eating dinner in the building at noon? (Of course, the safe bet is that they will opt out of the rotation when the start time gets earlier than they'd like. Grrrrr. I was one of those who thought that if they really wanted to be in the rotation, start them in the 9 am slot.)
JA, when our singles ward started meeting at 9:00 am, we scheduled our break the fast dinners after the last ward was finished with meetings.
But if we left anything in the fridge during their afternoon meetings, we could count on their deacons breaking into the kitchen and eating our food.
Ah, Frito chili pie. An excellent spiritual metaphor. If you're ever heading up I-35 through Waco, you can get the apotheosis of the dish at Vitek's, a barbecue joint (open only on weekdays during lunch hours) just east of 35 and south of the Baylor campus. It's called the "Gut Pack"--a medium bag of Frito's (not the snack sized one) topped with half a pound of chopped brisket, half a pound of sliced sausage, barbecue sauce, pinto beans, cheddar cheese, onions, and jalapenos.
Scott
Wow. Don't know if I'll ever be swinging through Waco at lunchtime, but if I ever do, it's on the lsit of places to try!
How do you find all these places, Scott?!
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