My prayer partner noted that writing is nourishing for me. Plus it doesn’t have calories. She knows how I struggle with my sweet tooth rather than appreciate that part of my body as I should. After all, it has been so deliciously good to me over the years. So, what would you do with a hand-crafted ice cream cake, personally delivered on Ash Wednesday? Oh, I know. The scheme of Sunday feast days during Lent springs to service. Poof! Temptation practically evaporates.