The Cathedral is the only church I encountered that was doing a Fat Tuesday pancake dinner, so that's where I was tonight. They burned last year's palms (yes, I hummed "Sunday's Palms are Wednesday's Ashes"), inviting people to put palms into the fire symbolizing things they wanted to get rid of this Lent.
People were nice, though I didn't get to have as long conversations with anyone as I might have liked.
The pancakes were actually really good. (I grew up on my mom's sourdough pancakes, so I rarely like other people's pancakes, including restaurant pancakes.) I did not have any of the pork sausage or turkey bacon.
