Fish and chips

A priest was on the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage. It was a stormy, wet Friday night. The priest had tried a shortcut, but had become lost, and found himself wandering through a stone-ridden pasture in the hills just off the main road.

The priest stumbled onto a small monastery, the lights glowing warmly through the sleeting rain.

He was welcomed in the best traditions of the Rule of Benedict, Chapter 53: "All guests who present themselves are to be welcomed as Christ, for he himself will say: I was a stranger and you welcomed me. And to all let due honor be shown, especially to the domestics of the faith and to pilgrims."

The priest was served a plain but delicious meal of fish and chips. In fact, these were the best fish and chips the priest had ever experienced. The batter on the fish was perfectly seasoned, and the fish was moistly juicy, tender, and flaking. The chips were also perfectly seasoned, with just that little bit of crunch on the edges. It was difficult for the priest to resist the sin of gluttony.

After dinner, the priest went into the kitchen to thank the chef. He was met by two brothers, who introduced themselves as Brother Michael and Brother Francis.

The priest said to the brothers, "I'm so pleased to meet you. I wanted to thank you for the delicious dinner; it was the best fish and chips I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. May I ask which of you cooked what?"

Brother Michael replied, in humble fashion, "Well ... I am the fish friar ... ".

And the priest turned to Brother Francis, and said, "Then you must be ...".

"Yes," responded Brother Francis, "I am the chip monk."