I was talking to a fellow member of my cohort who was raised Catholic in a kind of small-towny environment. The priest was apparently something of a character—he had all sorts of weird affectations in his speech and insisted on making his own communion wafers (presumably this goes against some sort of rule), varying the recipe and procedure according to the process of the liturgical calendar. Occasionally he would let favored parishioners assist him in that last effort, though he was, as you might expect, a bit arbitrary as a taskmaster. He claimed to be able to detect in the finished product even the slightest deviation from the rules he had set down for the making and baking of the wafers. In one case, this student recalled, towards the end of Holy Week he had remonstrated with one of his assistants because he thought he had been blending the flour-water mixture which was to form the substrate for the wafer too rapidly, even though it was the correct speed (this assistant had helped out before) for the indifferent days of the calendar. "You don't understand", the priest had insisted, "for Festival Lenty, you must make paste slowly."