Feast: An Edible Roadtrip

Lindsay Anderson and Dana VanVeller are the co-creators of a recent and beautiful collection of insights, recipes and images, Feast: An Edible Roadtrip

I missed Mark’s birthday celebration last evening.  Happy birthday, Mark and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to share the brilliant conversations that are so typical of your backyard gatherings and the culinary treats that always seem to surface.

I registered some time ago for a session at the Alexander Calhoun branch of the Calgary Public Library, a book talk with Julie Van Rosendaal.  I was pretty pumped about the experience.  My friend, Pat, and I were very impressed with the beauty of the blooming Mayday Trees that edged the park-like grounds  of the Alexander Calhoun.  We were greeted at the door…a lovely touch.  Immediately, we were offered our choice of tea or coffee and a selection of cookies…one with its origins in Cape Breton and the other Grandma Woodall’s Oatmeal Marmalade Cookies.

I liked the idea that we were invited to share a memory of ‘Canadian’ food that we enjoyed from our childhood.  This brought to mind a dish prepared by my Great Grandmother (Mamie) in Summerside, PEI.  I decided that I would go on a search for that recipe so that I might prepare it.

Julie Van Rosendaal was not able to present…apologies were given…and very quickly, we were introduced to Julie’s replacement for the evening, Gwendolyn Richards, writer of Pucker: A Cookbook for Citrus Lovers.  She was fantastic…very much fun, spontaneous and capable.  A great presentation, interview and conversation ensued.  I am very excited, as a result, to have a whole list of new resources in my repertoire, as well as an interest in exploring recipes from across the country, beginning with a quest for a recipe for Acadian Rauper (my recollected title for the recipe based on family pronunciations), a comforting potato based treat that attendees, last evening, described as Rappie Pie.  (and based on the image on this particular link…it is obvious there are regional distinctions)  For my reader’s information, my Mamie’s recipe was spelled Rapture and pronounced raw-purr.

More on that later…

I enjoyed the fact that the session included places to purchase ingredients locally…ways to incorporate some of these ingredients…and a bit of the background on the FEAST source book.

Here are a few recommended titles and such…

Vegetarian Cooking for all by Deborah Madison

Spilling The Beans: Cooking And Baking With Beans Everyday by Julie Van Rosendaahl

THE FLAVOR BIBLE:
The Essential Guide to Culinary Creativity,
Based on the Wisdom of America’s Most Imaginative Chefs

by Karen Page and Andrew Dornenburg
Photography by Barry Salzman

Looneyspoons :Low-Fat Food Made Fun! & Crazy Plates By Janet & Greta Podleski

Whitewater Cooks

Patent and Pantry, a blog by Gwendolyn Richards

A wonderful evening and another successful program.

What foods and recipes connect you with family memories?

On my paternal side, my Gramma Moors always put a huge Blade Roast in the morning and it cooked on very low all day long.  For a treat at the kitchen table, it was a simple matter of dipping white bread into molasses or sprinkling white sugar onto a slice of buttered bread.

My mother, having come from the Arsenault/Gallant lineage, prepared beautiful boiled dinners…whether that was with fish, corned beef or pork hocks.  She also made the most amazing clam chowder.  My daughter, Cayley, just prepared her first pot of clam chowder the other day. ;0)

This morning, while drinking my morning coffee, I fired off an e mail to my Auntie who lives in Quebec.  She makes large batches of our family dish to this day and responded very quickly with the recipe.  I’m going to try it.  I think it’s an important practice to share our family recipes with our children.  I hope that my kids will make this one with me.

Hi, nice to hear from you… yes I make it on a fairly regular basis for Paul, your lady was somewhat right. Yes it is quite a job, but so worth it for us.  As for recipe, it is kind of this and that.  That saying I do have an official recipe from Canadian Living magazine.   It is not what mom did, at least exactly.   For us and for you it depends on how many people you are feeding.  I made a lot of extra so Paul can take it home, he really loves it.   If you want send me your address and I will copy the official one to you too.

So here it goes.  I peel 30 pounds of potatoes
                              I cook about 3-5 pounds , when cooked I mash them.
                              This  is the long part, grate with a machine the rest of the raw ones.
                              Once done, squeeze as much of the starch juice out with your hands as possible 
                              Put in a container that you can easily mix after. Fairly large
                              For the meat we always use pork, I cut a large roast uncooked into small pieces.
                              Understand that I use a roast pork loin, a large one, can’t tell you the weight
                              Also you must use at least 4 cups of onions chopped in small pieces,  I grind them in my
                              Chopper.
                              Once this is all done, mix all ingredients together,  this is when the special touch comes 
                              into play.  Mix and mix and mix again.  Everything must be mixed evenly. 
                              
                              While you are doing this in the oven should be your pans with pork fat, to coat the pans
                              For the grease  like Pam.  I do this in the beginning of everything,  the oven is at 300° until I 
                              finish mixing. 
                              I put everything in the pans, and cook at 275 the first hour, then raise to 325 for at least 
                              another 2-3 hours.
                              Don’t  forget salt and pepper, more salt than pepper because the pepper taste is strong
                              for some reason
If you remember correctly,  this is a mushy kind of meal somewhat like a casserole.   As many say a little bland. Joan’s husband uses creamed corn, Ray uses ketchup,  but we Thompson eat it just as is.
This seems complicated,  but it just about feelings, I wish I could be there to show you, I love to carry this tradition for mom, 
Call me if you need more explanation…. I would be more than happy to help.
Should this be enough, let me know how it goes. By the way, I peel my potatoes the night before, put in cold water until the next day, also I cut my meat, put fat in one bowl,  and meat in another. This is the fat I use for my pans. I have a large black spotted spaghetti pot I use for my potatoes.  Something like what you would use for a corn roast.
Hope this is enough, thanks for wanting to carry on this tradition,  it’s  a good one.
Pat

Rumble House: September 23, 2015 Equinox

On the autumn equinox, we gathered at the Rumble House to celebrate our love of art, family and friends.  It’s as though a magnet drew us to the Rumble.  For one last time, we could paint with Enriquito, laugh and cry.  Life is marked by “Happy Birthdays” and tears.  Last night it was so…we offered up another good-bye.  Selfismo, we love you.

I was quite late AGAIN…but I got started on a very long panel and will finish it next week at the battle.  I enjoyed conversation and the support of my friend, Michael.  I tackled a subject that I’ve wanted to paint over the last few weeks, but instead focused, on completing Chief Poundmaker.  It was great to connect with Dylan last night.

Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015 Heron Art Grade 4 Poundmaker 077 Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015 Heron Art Grade 4 Poundmaker 079 Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 004

And…onto the next painting.

A few weeks ago I was following the story of a great blue whale that had become trapped in fishing line and was showing signs of distress.  A search began to assist the whale, but once the weather had changed for the worse, the search was called off and the news story disappeared.

It isn’t any sort of secret what would be the demise of the blue whale, if not helped…it would be an exhaustive death and a drowning.  A disappearance.  A good-bye.

Crews Try to Save Blue Whale Trapped in Netting

“Whale watchers first saw the leviathan — estimated to be about 75-feet long — about five miles south of Point Fermin Lighthouse in San Pedro. It was pulling about 300 feet of line attached to a buoy, Salas said.

“We’ve seen a lot of blue whales these past few months, and everything seemed ordinary at first, but then our captain noticed the whale was dragging a buoy,” said Salas, who has been in the whale-watching business since 1990. “We immediately notified the Coast Guard and NOAA, and our captain stayed with the whale.”

Salas said the whale has been swimming, diving for the krill it feeds on and breathing regularly.

Blue whales are the largest mammals on earth and are thought to be the largest mammals to have ever lived on the planet.”

Later…CBS Los Angeles wrote ‘The rescuers tied a second, larger buoy to the buoy line to more easily keep tabs on the whale.’

Blue Whale entangled
Fishing nets and gear are a huge challenge to cetaceans and again, because the story of the sea is not visible to us, citizens of the world forget or push the sad facts out of consciousness. What of our covenant with nature…what of our covenant with God?

The painting is in progress and will be completed next Rumble on September 30th. I want the piece to capture a dynamic between the pristine environment seen from the surface and the tension of the impact of our consumption and our disregard. Stay tuned.

Last night, I really spent time looking around the room at the faces of these people I love. I appreciate the thoughtful sharing of chicken enchiladas prepared by Christine…and chocolate cake provided by ‘the house’. Every week, we share and build a narrative and I am so grateful for being a wee piece of the family. Thank you, Rich and Jess.

Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 026Beautiful yellow lion.
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 006Surrounded by Enriquito.
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 013Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 017Morgan’s tribute piece.
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 028Father and son…
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 037The sheep…
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 041Amy…
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 043First time at the auction…Megan….and always artists and audience, stepping up to take on the mic at auction.
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Nick…and only one more week to see the show at Essentia!  Go!
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 055An animated conversation broke out…and often does…discussion about the Enriquito portraits series painted by An Dong.
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Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 067Loving words spoken at the microphone…look at those faces.
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 074Our missionary-artist…quotes beautiful scripture with us every time she attends.  She is embraced.  Ethiopia is her next stop.
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 075And then we broke out in singing Happy Birthday!  Tears started in many of us…I was thinking after singing, ‘how many of our group miss singing that song with their own family each year?’  It was very powerful!  Happy birthday, Cam…and thank you for all you contribute to this on-going vision.
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 077Internationally recognized artist, Francis Wiley, is a gift to us as well.  Follow his events and projects here in Calgary.  We are blessed to have him!
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 078Nick always explores literature with us…formerly, Lewis Carroll and last night, A Portrait of The Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce.
Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 082 Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 086 Kath's Canon, September 23, 2015, Enriquito Leaves, Rumble, Dyla 091Enriquito’s last painting at auction and appropriately, Eileen won.  The room went silent.

Grateful for Good Food

I just sliced some meatloaf and set it down on fresh grainy bread, slathered the bread lightly in butter and mustard and served it up with a dill pickle and a cold glass of milk.

Every day, I am grateful for the blessings of good food and water.  These are among our basic human needs, but certainly I know the difference between the abundance I enjoy and the discrepancy with what is available to most members of my global human community.

This past summer, I was blessed to have my father with me and together we enjoyed many culinary delights, both on the road and here at home.  Over the past five years, my father has become an amazing cook and he has many pointers and recipes to share.  It is a joy to sit down with good company and consume amazing food.  As we approach our family Thanksgiving feasts, let us remember to be grateful and, when possible, let us share of our abundance.

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Taking Life, Humanely OR “Should You Bonk ’em On the Head?”

I warned my readers that my posts would be somewhat disconnected, dependent on what comes to mind.  When a person travels OR enjoys a vacation where time is left for reflection, a lot of things can cross the mind.

I was interested in my brother’s response when I turned my head away while my beautiful 15 pound Chinook salmon received three firm and committed bonks on its head.  He asked, “Will you sit down at dinner and eat this fish?  If you will eat this fish, you should be prepared to take its life.”

Hmmmm…

I know my brothers…I know my father…and I knew my Grandfather John Moors before them; all of the men in my family have been fishermen.

Out by a pond on a summer’s day, many years ago, accompanying my Grandfather and my brother, John, I learned a lesson.  John had a grasshopper and was taking its legs off…curiosity? wonder? mystery?…something like that, anyway.  My Grandfather’s response was quick and abrupt and I’ll never forget it.  He taught both my brother and me, in that moment, that it does not matter how small an insect or life form, life is to be respected.  Suffering is to be avoided.  The life of that grasshopper was to be respected above everything in that moment.  At that very instant, my Grandfather took matters into his own hands and in front of us, ended the insect’s life.  And that was the end of the subject.  Nothing was ever said about it again.  But, as children, we were left with a forever-impression that we would never forget.

And this is how my father taught us to regard life also.  After my experience of going out to Kitty Coleman with my brother…and returning home to Calgary, I thought that I would research the matter of how to humanely treat and kill a catch.  It became obvious, based on my reading, that it is a very common practice for squeamish and inexperienced outdoors folk to leave their catch to suffocate in the ice cooler for sometimes as many as six hours and I’ve decided that, for me,  this is ridiculous and unacceptable. An article posted, in part, below, was written for the Spokesman Review April 24, 2013 and summarizes a number of methods;  I feel that my brother is correct in his method and in the manner that he accomplishes it.  I think that if we, as beneficiaries of the planet, have food to enjoy, we need to explore these practices and decide if we can accept them.

Clubbing FishI learned, while out on the water with my brother, that we need to be more conscious about the foods that we eat…how they are produced/processed and try to align our morals, values and sense of our planet before we consume them.  I need to be more aware of the practices and industries that end with my purchase of foods at the grocery store.  Like most contemporaries, I consume foods based on convenience and economics.  This is going to change.

Shout out to my brother of Cliff’s Chinook Charters in Comox, British Columbia…for this and many other lessons, I am grateful.  I bowed my head, in silence and in gratitude, for our catch that day and I pray for their continued bounty.  Beautiful fish of the sea!

15 lb Chinook Salmon...brought in by Kathleen Moors, with a short termed assist by Cliff Moors.  An awesome memory.

15 lb Chinook Salmon…brought in by Kathleen Moors, with a short termed assist by Cliff Moors. An awesome memory.

 

May 8, 2014

I’ve looked forward to every birthday…feeling so blessed for every year, even when those years weren’t so easy.  I am just so filled with gratitude for the mix of experiences.  God has woven his heart in and out of mine and I have never felt alone.  Yesterday was a beautiful day.  The sunshine was lighting up a brilliant blue sky.  I got up early to a birthday phone call from my friend Bob on the west coast and then many messages of love throughout the day.  Happy birthday…sung with my Dad on morning Skype…and later, Bonne Fete sung by my Fiset family in Ottawa over the phone.

Breakfast was shared with Kate at Cora’s…always eggs benedict, coffee and great conversation.

P1160470 P1160472My first crocus of spring on the ridge above the city…exercise, deep breath, time with my pooch.

P1160474 P1160477 P1160478 P1160485New old E.O Brody Co. Cleveland OH short vase for $2.00 at the Women in Need shop.  I didn’t have this one.

BrodyConversation with a neighbour-friend about shrubs that grow well on the north side of houses.  A wander around a green house, after a long bitterly cold winter…enjoying the smells and sights of so much green!

Dragon Pearl dinner with my children and so grateful that everyone could make it.

Dragon PearlFloral arrangement brought over to my home by another neighbour…gift from Dad for my special day.  Conversation about flowers and flower beds as we stood out in the warm evening air.

P1160486Happy birthday cupcake delivered by my daughter as I read over Facebook birthday messages…again, we sang Happy Birthday!  May 8, 2014 was quite a day!

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Hear’s My Soul in the Orange Lofts

After such a ‘magical’ afternoon, painting…it was over to Nina Saini’s Hear’s My Soul Cafe for wine and celebration.  A gathering space in the Orange Lofts, this little cafe must be enjoyed by all!  This is a spirit-filled and ‘happening’ place.  Problems get resolved at Hear’s My Soul.  Inspiration happens at Hear’s My Soul!  Much connecting happens as a person looks out onto one of the coolest intersections of the city…people are warm and funny.  The wine is good.  The food is exquisite.  I settled in and relaxed with Wendy Lees, grateful for the friendship and conversation.

From the menu, I selected, Smoked meat, garlic aoili, grilled zucchini and red peppers, red onion, arugula and aged white cheddar PANINI!  Yummers…and Woodbridge Cabernet-Sauvignon 2012 as an accompaniment.  Fantastic!

P1150386There are powerful stories written on the walls…visual narratives that sing of heart, spirit, life, children, pain, mothers, resilience…this is such a beautiful space!  GO!

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I really enjoy attending THE FIRSTS of things going on in our city, and just happened to hit this event last evening.  Recently I attended the first of the full moon walks accompanied by cellist, Morag Northey, down in Fish Creek Park.  This particular intimate gathering of folk meant bringing out the paint, pencils and markers!  I recognized Sarah-Joy from Nikki Reimer’s Calgary reading from sic ages ago, so a lovely thing to reconnect.  On Hear’s My Soul Facebook page, the gathering is advertised this way.  Something else for creatives in Calgary to keep in mind.

“Hi all! First time drink and draw session will begin tomorrow, Friday 21st starting at 7pm! Once a month a group of artist…any type are invited to join other creators to do what you do best…kinda like a sketch session but it doesn’t matter what medium of art you practice. You can even just come by….chill with others…have drink of any sort ( as always I recommend booze) network or practice your art. Everyone is welcome. So come down and join!”

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Cross-town Correspondence

Wendy and I are writing back and forth to one another by electronic mail this morning.  I’m sitting on pillows, recovering from my fall, my left arm leaning into yet another pillow as I type at the keyboard.  Wendy is recovering from serious medical interventions as of late and making me feel, as she writes about her experience with tremendous humour, that I really have nothing to complain about.  Her ‘stay’ at the hospital elicits several rants in tandem…all very poignant, if you’ve spent any time at all in hospital…but at the base of it, a consistent underlying zest for life and for observation.  Wendy can make me laugh out loud at pretty much any of life’s ‘poopy’ experiences.

From Wendy, without permission, this…and you’ll see what I mean….Food dreams ARE torturous! Counting the days until away from the hospital and really BAD food.  My awesome friends visited and brought me tea! Lifesavers!  As good as a purple blanket.  Real tea, not Red Rose in hot coffee water!

Sitting here listening to really old people snore! Thinking of a semi-private room just to get near the washroom! The Foothills is in short supply of washrooms!  All the 70/80 yr olds figure they have dibs! Younger bladders/bowels just gotta wait!!

Perhaps we can go for Ramen when I get out. There are a couple of great places in Kensington, both moderately priced and quite yummy! It would be a good lunch. Checked your food truck app lately? There are lots of other cool/inexpensive places we can meet.

Yesterday, Darren snuck me in a smoked meat sandwich at lunch and I’m afraid the results can only be described as ” food porn”. Sooooooo gooooood! He tells me he won’t post the vaguely embarrassing photos! Too intimate!

Over the holiday, Wendy’s family hosted yet another amazing feast.  Her husband, Darren, and daughter, Rebecca, never cease to amaze our ya ya group with their gourmet delights.  My photographs do not do this prime rib delight any justice at all.  Missing, is the sense of relaxation that comes with an expertly served dinner, served in courses, while good conversation is shared.  Also, there is something to be said for the proximity of the dining table to the kitchen, where the preparation happens seamlessly, sending out wafts of aroma throughout the experience.

I treasure Wendy.  I treasure her family.  I treasure this circle of friends who share the road…the sorrows and the joys, the drinks, humour, talents and feasting.  It is a wonderful thing!

All courses are aesthetically bang on!  Beautiful food.  Beautiful people.

First Course…cheese platter.

P1140344Second Course…fresh, light salad.

P1140345Rebecca provided us with warm bread.

P1140346Yes!  IT WAS THAT GOOD!

Where the magic happens…

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P1140348Tea is Served.

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Bounty

You may be glad to know that I have sought out support for my grieving and the big losses of this past year.  Thing is…in short, I’ve been given permission to write it out, paint it out, cry it out, sand it out…do it out…whatever it takes.  I guess it’s not for others to judge the form that grief takes in others, so don’t worry on the mornings when you see twenty blog entries…it’s my manic grief finding expression…and if I can find a way to breath, then my readers can as well.  I guess I’m asking you not to suggest when to empty my closets. Thing is, you folk need to know that I’m not sharing my dark nights with you here…in fact, the only clue you really should have that something is going on, is the extent of my writing.  I’m keeping a private journal for the dark moments. I’m painting a mandala for my mother in the deadly quiet moments.  I’m painting again. (Thanks, Mom.)

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”

T.S. Eliot

Action is key in my life…taking action of any sort that is not harmful to others is typically alright with me.  I’m not one to have in my language, words like boredom, fear or helplessness.  I’m all about ‘doing something’ about everything.  It will be helpful though, if I have the support of my family and friends as you observe this very phenomena…it is likely not that unfamiliar to you, in regards to ‘moi’…please don’t judge me because if I feel I need to do something differently ‘for your comfort’, then I will struggle needlessly.  I’m tending, lately, to be alone…at home, but also in crowds.

I am the one who is NOT contributing to a conversation, and when I am, I am not doing it very well.

I am the one who is arguing with confrontational atheists, likely because they are rattling the cage of the very thing that is getting me through this, my faith.

I am the one who is booking into countless programs in the city…more so than ever before, if that is possible, as a way of not staying home where I hear every now and then, “Oh, it’s time to skype with Mom.”

I am the one who is blogging about ridiculous things and taking photographs of step-by-step recipes.

I am the one who is enforcing by-laws about back yard fire pits and front yard cats.

I am the one who becomes confused over more than two instructions/directions and I am the one who will stare blankly at you, rather than ask for clarity.

I am the one who loses track of the number of cups of coffee I have sipped while watching birds at my bird feeder, wrapped in Mom’s flannel nightie…and in her flannel house coat…ten sizes too large, but, as close as I can physically get to her.

I am the one who could not host a Thanksgiving feast at my feast table this year because Elma would not be there…for the first time in a zillion years…because this year, as my own mother was battling pneumonia, dearest Elma was quietly slipping into the arms of heaven also.

The news of the world continues to roll…a giant super storm on the other side of the world, gives me pause and I bow my head for strength for India.  So many mothers.  So much loss.  But still…in all of this…there is BOUNTY.  Here, I am warm…I am sheltered…I am well-fed…I am blessed with my three beautiful children.  There is bounty everywhere I look.  This year in Alberta, a bumper crop for the farmers.  The fields look glorious this harvest.  The trees are golden and the sky, blue.  I am safe and blessed.

I received a phone call from Bobby…spoke with Bee…messaged Adrienne…left a voice mail for Mary-Lou…spoke to Yvonne on telephone…made a cell phone call to daughter, Cayley, on the coast…chatted with Glo and Bill Webb…skyped with Dad and Val, JP and Eliane and Louis…texted Margy.  Wendy asked, “How was today?” and…invited me to Beanos.  The circle of friendship continues to close around me. It seems that a feast table is a metaphor for something much larger.

With gratitude, I went to my daughter and son-in-law’s for dinner…we prepared a whole wad of recipes we have never enjoyed as a tradition at the feast table.  I have collected some images here.  It was a wonder-time with Erin, Doug and thankfully, James.  I feel blessed.

Rolled Cranberry Turkey Breast with Creamy Gravy Recipe: Canadian Living

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P1130408 Kale and Pancetta With Crispy Shallots: Canadian Living Recipe

P1130359P1130404P1130361Roasted Chili Lemongrass Squash: Canadian Living…

Highly recommend this one!

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P1130357P1130416Roasted Root Vegetable Salad with Horseradish Vinaigrette

For me, too sweet…less honey than called for!

P1130405Chopping water chestnuts for pre-function spinach dip.

P1130349 P1130364Smashed Potatoes with Rosemary

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Meeting J. Bernard Bearshirt: An Exchange of Goodness

This meeting was inspiring and was so chucked full of wisdom and goodness, that I’m going to let the two photos I post speak for themselves.  I passed Bernard his son’s drawing in the Denny’s parking lot.  He passed me this beautiful feather.  I wept.  He kept saying, “Jordan did that.”  We shared a prayer, a meal and shared a world of ideas.  I am blessed.  This was proof again that a person’s life goes on.  Watch what the Creator God has for you today.  Try to notice instead of rushing past the lesson He has for you.

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The Pleasures of Beautiful Food: Thank You, Morley and Barb

I didn’t just skulk around in cemeteries this past summer, researching family history.  I didn’t just explore old buildings and try to unlock the stories they revealed.  My father and I enjoyed some wonderful foods!  There is nothing like produce purchased at the markets of the Quinte region…things coming into season and sold at a fantastic price.  You have to love summer!  My father prepared all of my dinners for me, usually accompanied by his house red, and he is a marvelous chef!  It was a joy to share meal times with my Dad.

One evening, though, Morley and Barb had us over for a lamb barbecue.  Not only were our hosts very gracious, but they served up for me, one of the most aesthetically beautiful meals of the summer.  Dad and I were having a tough time with our grief and once Morley’s home made white came out and dinner was served, we were feeling the pleasures of support and friendship.  Isn’t it true?  Friendship makes all food taste better!

P1110547 P1110548 P1110549 P1110550I know…it’s the strangest thing that people these days are so preoccupied with taking photographs of their food.  When my Mom prepared so many beautiful feasts, we didn’t collect photographs of her culinary delights.  Not many photographs of meals have survived from the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s or 90s.  I know that once cookbooks began to include glossy photographs, people went nuts over cooking.  There is no record of what our mother’s/grandmother’s good food looked like as it was served.  Does anyone have a photo of a meal from previous decades that they would like to share? I wonder what future generations will think of our vast portfolio of dinner plates.  This meal simply cried out to be archived.

Dad sent me this recipe via electronic mail if my readers wish to try the lamb.

(This is what I got from Barb.  She does quantities like you lol)

slit cloves of garlic
rosemary          
Thyme            
pickled garlic – use lots
Lime juice

(Barb rubbed everything on the lamb and then put it, along with the lime juice in a bag and marinaded the whole thing for a few hours or over night in fridge.)

Then Dad got this recipe off the internet.
1/4 cup olive oil                     1 tablespoon fresh thyme chopped
1 tbs fresh basil chopped    2 tsp. fresh rosemary
2 cloves of garlic minced (not nearly enough)
zest of 1 lemon
1 stp. salt            1/4 TSP BLACK PEPPER ( NOT ENOUGH FOR DAD)

Notice the ingredients are nearly the same
PS: this is from the recipe

Combine oil,thyme,basil,rosemary and garlic,lemon zest-salt & pepper in a bowl.Dip the lamb chops into mixture and coat evenly (I know Barb rubs it in the meat) cover the chops and refrigerate for at a minimum 30 minutes preheat the grill (oven). Grill about 5 minutes per side.Chops should be browned on both sides.

There now maybe I can finish making my cauliflower soup YUMMY