Thursday, April 01, 2010

The True Meaning of Breakfast.

Originally uploaded by Ms Kat.
Easter is coming up. In fact tomorrow is Good Friday, the day we commemorate the suffering of Jesus on the cross. And indeed, the whole holiday, from Friday through Tuesday is entirely for the purpose of thinking long and hard about the pain and agony our Saviour went through in His final moments. Entirely. Absolutely with no deviation from the story. We go to church, we think about God and the Pope says important stuff. That's what it is.

And we eat eggs. Well mostly chocolate manufactured to look like eggs but there's significance about eggs in there. Now.. some people *sniffs haughtily* think it's to do with some alleged "Pagan" origins of this exclusively from it's very beginning Christian holiday.. about spring and fertility and other obscene stuff like that, but you and I know it's utterly ridiculous and has no bearing on reality no we won't waste time on nonsense like that, *rolls eyes* but this brings up the question of where the egg custom comes from. It doesn't seem to make sense in the light of what we've decided we know.

Oh and that bit about how I used to believe in more complex histories of our current customs and didn't really believe in god and that everything that's written in the bible is exactly how it says it was and all that.. well I changed my mind.

Anyway, back to the main point. Eggs. What do they have to do with our Lord and Saviour dying for our souls in a particularly horrific manner? It's quite simple really.. for his last meal.. (this is a custom that goes way back to the Romans, did you know that?) which was breakfast, he ordered eggs. Fried eggs. No bacon, for obvious reasons and a few fried onions and mushrooms on the side. And that's it. Seems like a bit of a letdown after all that really.

Now the bunnies on the other hand, are a different story.


Ronald said...

What's this Jesus malarkey? I thought it was about eating obscene amounts of chocolate, vomiting, and sitting huddled indoors cursing the weather for not playing ball on this holiday weekend. Leastwise, that's how it is, or used to be, here in blighty.

Happy Easter!

Michelle said...

*sits gorging self on chocolate with messy face, suddenly notices eyes upon self*

um.. *wipes mouth*




Michelle said...

You know you might have a point..

*rethinks world view*

yeah I know you're supposed to wait until Sunday to dig into your choccies.. but.. fuck it.

Ronald said...

Blimey, it's been that long since I "took part" in this Springtime festival, I'd forgotten Sunday was "choccy day". I prefer my chocolate attached to biscuits - I'm an unashamed "dunker".