One of my name saints had a feast today. Andrew gets overlooked sometimes. Fourteen percent of the time the First Sunday of Advent takes precedence.
I chose Andrew as my confirmation saint in 1972. He was the patron of my parish. My sponsor shared that name. I liked that he was the first apostle in the timeline of the Gospels.
My wife reminded me of the day, and that in our family even confirmation saints are a cause for festivity. No argument from me. So it was takeout from a Mediterranean restaurant in our new neighborhood. I got to sample some of the young miss’s tabouleh. I finished my wife’s gyro sandwich and had some falafel of my own.
If I wanted to be authentic, I suppose some Scottish sausage and ale would have aligned more fittingly. Anybody else in the reading audience remember or celebrate their name saints?