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Even Protestant elders customarily served fish on the last working day of the week and on Christmas Eve. Merchant give-away calendars of the Fifties used to print mackerel on Fridays and other fast days. (Those letterpress calendars also had the phases of the moon printed on each day and little pockets for charge slips.)
A lifetime of lurching and stumbling through the demands of domestic life has taught me that custom is efficient: it displaces unnecessary decisions and eases the burden on the supply chain. A little bit of good, fresh fish at the end of the week marks the transition to Saturday, supports maritime skills, and ensures that when I want to make gumbo, I won’t have to go out and catch the shrimp myself.
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