ACK!

Today is the feast of St. Ambrose, and I have a French menu planned for tonight! Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

I know that Milan is practically France, or Germany or Switzerland, but it is still not quite any of those places.

So, the menu must change.

Here's the deal: we are going to our friends' house tonight, and cooking together, so when I make these sorts of unilateral changes, I have to get consensus.

Osso bucco and risotto alla milanese? Getting consensus for that is going to be hard. Right.

Anyway, to set the mood, we should listen to some Ambrosian chant. Unfortunately I don't have any.

It has been a long time since I have been to Milan. The last time, it was so foggy I thought the plane had mistakenly landed in Sacramento in the middle of winter. Except that the cathedral in Sacramento (which is beautiful) is not quite as cool as the cathedral in Milan. And when it comes to the opera house...forget it. And Sacramento does not have its own Rite.

Now, a traditionalist wag might say, "with the Novus Ordo, every parishioner has his own rite."

To which I would say, "if they veer off from the GIRM and the Missal, that is not a Rite but a Wrong."

Pa-dum pa-dum. I'll be here all week, folks! Try the osso bucco.