I have selected precisely which one I would eat, if it weren't Lent. But I have not eaten it. It looks lonely. It's been sitting there all morning. I'm clearly the only one who wants it, but even I have left it there to languish all alone.
Instead, I walked down the stairs, bought a grilled chicken sandwich with lots of veggies and spicy mustard on it, walked back up the stairs, and ate it. And got a nice big cup of water to drink with it.