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Our Lady of Perpetual Waffles

WafelsBakken

Today is the Feast of the Annunciation, which in earlier times was better known as Lady Day, and for many, the day still is known as Lady Day. I rather like calling it that, for it calls to mind the wonderful Billie Holiday (whose birthday happens to be coming up: April 7, 1915), but that’s another story. Lady Day marks the day that the angel Gabriel came to Mary to deliver the news that she was to bear a child, a son, and that that child would be the light of the world, the son of God.

The Christmas season is so special, so important in the round of the year, that references to it pop up throughout the year. Here, today, we have our first nod to it: with the Annunciation we are nine months from the Nativity. Its typical date is the 25th of March, but on those years when Lady Day falls during Holy Week, which it did this year (it was Good Friday), the feast is moved to the Monday following the Second Sunday of Easter, which is where we are at today. Tradition would have us eat waffles for our supper tonight. This, as far as most can tell, is a tradition based purely in linguistics. The tradition comes to us from Sweden, where Lady Day is known as Vårfrudagen. This translates to “Our Lady Day.” But Vårfrudagen, in some Swedish dialects, is awfully close in both spelling and pronunciation to Våffeldagen, which translates to “Waffle Day.” Swedes, as a result of this misunderstanding, have for centuries been eating waffles on Lady Day. If you need an excuse to serve waffles for supper tonight, there you go. You’re welcome. In Sweden, waffles are eaten at any time of day on Vårfrudagen: breakfast, lunch, or dinner. They are typically served with whipped cream and lingonberries or cloudberries.

Aside from the waffles and aside from the Christian celebration of the Annunciation, the traditional March 25 date of this holiday has long held significance in the calendar. March 25 was, for many, in the Old Style Julian Calendar, New Year’s Day. The 25th came on the heels of the Vernal Equinox: a time of new beginnings. The equinox still today brings the traditional Persian new year, Nowruz, a celebration that has only ended but a few days ago. But the 25th of March has long been considered a mystical day in Judeo Christian tradition. It was considered by many through history as the first day of creation, the day of the expulsion from Eden, the day the Israelites passed through the Red Sea, the day of the beheading of John the Baptist, and the day of Christ’s crucifixion.

We may be nine months to the Nativity but we are nine months, as well, to the Winter Solstice. In the cyclical year, this is the season of opening and rebirth. The open earth receives the seeds that burst forth into new growth. Mary conceives her child at this season magically, having “known not a man,” just as the earth goddess of the old ways did at this same time of year. And so the Vernal Equinox brings both rebirth (the Green Man, leafing out in plants across the landscape) and conception (the Sun Child, who will be born at the Winter Solstice). The connections between Pagan and Christian roots are deep indeed.

Most importantly, though: W A F F L E S !

 

Image: “Wafels Bakken” (Waffle Baking) by Basile de Loose. Oil on canvas, 1853 [Public domain] via Wikimedia Commons.

 

Your April Book of Days

Rain

They say April showers bring May flowers, and so this month’s Convivio Book of Days calendar features rain as its cover star. This would seem to dictate what the May Book of Days calendar will bring, but we shall see what we shall see. Procrastinator that I am, I rarely create the next month’s calendar until the last day I can.

We come to some interesting days in April. All Fools Day came and went, of course, but next up is Lady Day––the Feast of the Annunciation––and that’s all well and good, but here’s the odd (and perhaps wonderful) thing about Lady Day: In Sweden, where the day is called Vårfrudagen, it is a day to eat waffles. And so tomorrow, the Fourth of April, this year at least, is an excellent day to have waffles for dinner (should you be looking for an excuse for a waffle dinner). We also have St. Mark’s Eve, with its bizarre divinations in the romance department, and Walpurgisnacht or May Eve: the traditional segue to summer. I’ll be in touch as these days approach (including the reasoning behind tomorrow’s waffle suppers). And we’ll see what May brings when it gets here.

 

Fool for a Day

Eggplant

It is the First of April, and it is a very difficult day for people like me, who tend to believe what others say. I’m not very good at lying, and so I rarely bother doing it, and I just assume everyone else is the same way. For those who prey upon the weak, I am quickly labeled: Gullible.

And so it happened that as Seth and I drove once through Baltimore on our way from Florida to Maine, we passed by mountains of white sand that rose in the distance in sight of the highway. But I grew up in Florida. Mountains of any sort are rare here and just not natural. These Baltimore sights were obviously not natural, either, so I asked Seth, “What are those huge piles?” “Why, that’s sugar,” he answered, without blinking an eye. “Ha, you don’t say,” I replied. “Sugar.”

We were probably halfway through New Jersey by the time I had my first doubts about this. What if it rains? What’s to prevent ants from carrying all that sugar away, grain by grain? But of course it wasn’t sugar, it was sand, in preparation for winter’s icy roads. Again, not something we’re accustomed to in Florida. Seth definitely had the upper hand in this game. He still does. To this day, I rarely have the sense to realize I’ve been had. And then today we have a day where this sort of thing is encouraged and even expected, with tricks and practical jokes until noon. So goes the tradition, and yet the entire day is enough to make any naturally unsuspecting person jittery. I, for one, will be wary all day. Perhaps you’d be wise to be wary, as well.

 

Back in April of 2005, we published a Convivio Book of Days Calendar that was not quite on the line. It featured the photograph above, which we labeled “Easter Eggplant as it is grown in Lake Worth.” “By feeding regular eggplant varieties only colored water,” says the caption, “and by carefully protecting the fruit of the plant from direct sunlight, gardeners are able to grow multi-colored ‘eggs,’ ready for harvest just in time for the height of the Easter season. We grew this blue and pink fruit in our garden this spring.” The calendar goes on to describe days like St. Biscotti’s Day on April 8, Turnip Tuesday on the 12th, and on the 27th, at sunset, Dalmatia, a festival of Ancient Rome. Tradition would have us dress in black-spotted white garments and howl at the moon. Even I don’t believe half of this myself.