I’ve told you this before – being raised Catholic meant that Lent consisted of strict dietary conditions during that period, as dictated by my mother. It was her personal food and drink deprivations that determined what was consumed, when and how.
Good Friday was especially trying because we fasted all day; the meal in the evening was either vegetarian or fish. When I moved to Barbados, I resisted the Good Friday fasting and eating of only vegetarian or fish on that day. I felt free. I can remember clearly the chicken curry I cooked on my first Good Friday away from my family, away from Guyana. And it was good.