Today’s outfit. There was a day I would have died rather than wear slacks to church, but I’m over that now. Besides, I love the scarf. And the whole successful professional woman image it projects.
Today is Sunday, so we’re going to church. Not just any church, though—the National Cathedral. I must confess, I LOVE cathedrals. Before moving to McKinney I attended church in a cathedral and I always loved the feeling of walking in that tall stone building. It made God seem so big and me so small—just as it should be. I want to worship a God who’s infinitely bigger than me, otherwise what’s the point? Cathedrals strike me as more reverent than modern multi-purpose buildings, however practical they may be. Don’t get me wrong, we can (and should) worship God in any setting. But my soul gives a deep sigh of contentment when I enter carved wooden doors and walk through a narthex into a spacious stone-walled sanctuary with stained glass and arched ceilings high, high overhead.
But we’ll get to that later. First, Jill and I are going to something called “The Sunday Forum” to hear NPR religion correspondent Barbara Bradley Hagerty and the Very Reverend Samuel T. Lloyd III discuss “What Can Science Tell Us About God?” (I guess that’s the National Cathedral’s version of Sunday School?) It’s . . . interesting. And should provide us with conversational fodder for days to come. On a side note, what makes one “very” reverend, I wonder?
Next it’s on to Holy Eucharist, aka the Sunday morning service. Neither of us is Episcopal, but the Very Rev., who is preaching today at this service, won’t hold that against us. It’s a formal but lovely service, and the music…music just feels different in a space like that. The organist says the reverb can last up to 9 seconds. One Mississippi, two Mississippi. . . mercy, by the time you get to nine you’ve had time to sing harmony with yourself!
After church, a nice lady working in the Herb Cottage gift shop (more about that later) recommends a place called 2 Amys for lunch. It’s not far, so we walk over and it’s immediately obvious that she’s guided us well…there’s a line to get in! Still, it’s worth the wait for what the Washington Post called “some of the best pizza in the country.” It’s baked in a wood-burning oven (oh bliss) and is pizza perfection.
I order the Abruzzese, which is topped with polpettine, garlic, parsley, and pecorino. Yes, I see that hand, thank you for asking. “Polpettine” are tiny Italian meatballs; pecorino is a hard, salty Italian cheese. Jill decides on one of the stuffed pizzas with extra ricotta, grana, salami, prosciutto, pancetta, and tomato. You look confused. Oh, grana? It’s an Italian cheese. With a glass of red wine, it’s the perfect meal to linger over as we discuss what we heard this morning and plot our afternoon.
And just when we thought it couldn’t get any better, along comes the waiter to tell us that on weekends, Two Amys offers fresh, handmade doughnuts. Hello. Sunday . . . doughnuts . . . it’s a match made in heaven. We have more to see and do. But for now, all I have to say is, “Mmmmmmmmm.”