I thought inquiring minds would want to know, I've decided to give up chocolate for Lent. Now, naysayers, might...say, "But Rachel, aren't you Jewish?" Of course, by naysayers, I mean my mom, and I really can't argue with that impeccable logic. However, at a time when our country is as diverse as ever, we must strive to understand each other's cultures and lives. But, we both know, that that is not at all why I have chosen to give up chocolate, or as they say in my native tongue, chocolate. The reasons are mainly, a) I refuse to be a slave to a culinary item (it all comes back to the man) and b) I have really thick thighs, and I feel a little Myrtle ala The Great Gatsby. Which I'm only two chapters into, so like, don't make any references to it around me, because I wont get it.

So, I have decided to let you, my loyal readers and peers (aka, the other writers of this blog, Tom the 36 year old computer nerd who compulsively clicks, "random blog," and Patrick Swayze.) In on this great and glorious adventure. That will probably only last about a week. I already ate chocolate pudding at lunch today, but come on, it was fat free, and my mom would totally yell at me if I don't eat it ("who else in this house is going to eat it? what a waste!"). Um, I also baked brownies tonight. But, I mean, come on, they're for shobbos dinner tomorrow night, and it's not like I had any. It was arguably the hardest thing I've ever done, next to inventing Rumania and taming a wild panda.

Just sayin' ya know, we all need to test our faith a little, like Jesus. Or, conversely, Kanye West.