le repas du saucissier

C’est pas tout-le-temps mais des fois il m’arrive d’avoir un vrai repas du saucissier.  Au jourd’hui j’ai fait steamé 4 saucisses (fumées et avec l’ail) et une saucisse style campagne, sans boyau qui provient d’un compétiteur lointain, Winkler Meats, en Manitoba.

I thought that this competitor’s sausage, since they add preservative (sodium nitrate) and anti-oxidants (sodium erythorbate and ascorbic acid), would be sort of cured meat-like (hammy) and would go well with the sauerkraut and potatoes that I had available.  imageI cooked them all up in the same pan (see photo) and when the steaming had gone 5 or 8 minutes I laid the sauerkraut and already cooked potatoes on top to steam warm (et mijoter un peu avec les saucisses).

Whenever I cook up the sausage with sauerkraut and potatoes like this I feel very tête-carée Alemagnic.  It’s a meal my dad would enjoy, and well, I am my father’s son.

Je ne médisses pas mon compétiteur – I didn’t not like Winkler Meats sausage – mais je sais que ces petits défauts sont comptes à ces préservatifs – qui ajoute bien de couleur mais qui endurci la viande.  Je me demande si ils utilisent né que les épaules en formulant leurs saucisses, parce que l’endurcissement de la viande c’est remarquable mangé en comparison avec mes saucisses vierge (sans préservatifs).  It’s possible that the pork used in their formulation includes hocks and lesser cuts and also, Winkler is known as a source for older sow pork, which has more colour and is sought out by meat processors interested in having this colour enhance the look of their products.  The contrast in colour alone is quite great, as you can we’ll see by the image of my frying pan.

That’s about as far as I’ll go in today’s blog, as I really only wanted to share the joy of my lunch and to celebrate the mere fact that I enjoy a lunch like this.

Impulsive

ExhilerationTed

clocktower in Vieux Port de Montréal

There are many things that I do impulsively.  Go for a walk in my beautiful city….uh, … ok, I can’t think of enough to make a list of three, but today, I almost did something quite impulsive, and what was more astounding, I had the support of my wife!

I’ll get to the catalyst for this blog – tell you what I came about doing impulsively – but before that, let me tell you that the catalyst for these impulse moves, as I’m sitting at my desk (at home, as in home office) is often email.  I am party to 1,000 too many emailing lists and when the Hotwire email opened today featuring a Montreal downtown west 4.5 star hotel for a new low price, I thought impulsively “I’ve got to invite out-of-town friends to visit Montreal because there is so much happening right now – this coming weekend – with breathing space until X-mas”  While you are impulsively in-town this weekend I might suggest that you come to see and hear the two one-of-a-kind choirs perform at the type of church they used to build – with windows, vaulted ceilings, balconies, massive organ – I’m selling the One15 concert, of course – see montrealgospel for tickets.  So that is your tangible excuse to do something impulsive on a Wednesday evening – you’ve never seen Ted and Carol and their Jireh Gospel choir or Montreal Gospel choir perform & now because someone encouraged you to be impulsive you’re going to up and do a road trip and take it all in.  I’d tell you other reasons to come to Montreal – shopping before Christmas, restaurants – OK that’s plenty enough – oh and one of the hotels that has a deal this week is approved by 95% of the people who stayed there (an amazing rating) and is in Old Montreal.

Back to my impulsive move this morning.  I was going over my itinerary for my previously-planned Jamaica getaway before X-mas with Carol and she suggested that maybe we should stay longer and see family and friends that are there.  Riding from Negril to Mandeville, maybe driving on the wrong side of the road, shifting gears with the left hand – yeah, I was up for it – so this is what happened.  I went to one of my favourite travel-booking engines and entered a date – Christmas day – that was likely to yield the best possible low fare for a one way ticket from Kingston, JA to Toronto, ON.  Up popped Caribbean Airlines (who don’t charge for baggage, because that would be unfriendly) and a fare that was so low in American dollars and even very-very good in Canadian currency. A fare so low that if left my return ticket airline in a lurch on December 22 because I didn’t show up at MBJ to take my return flight to YULand well, they’d understand.  I was visiting KINfolk of Carol’s who I like just fine as well and driving the roads of Jamaica listening to the opinion radio (they do more than “talk” there) and remembering Mr. & Mrs. Bernard and life there that is gone, but memories that last.

YES, sure I would be a little late for Christmas in Canada, but that’s why they make boxing day a holiday as well here – more time to see everyone – and after boxing day it is Sunday, too.

Ted & Carol with banana tree
June 1996 in front of banana tree at the Wint Rd Bernard estate.

WE SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT THOSE TICKETS! But we didn’t, what Carol started by saying “we should stay longer and visit family in Manchester parish” she effectively finished with love, this way: “We can book tickets in the summer (I’m thinking June (too soon for hurricane)) when they will be cheap again – we’ll plan it out and do it right”

I love this girl. Let that and our plans for Jamaica for a week in June 2016 now be officially known.  The first time I saw Jamaica, it was June and I loved the heat and especially the humidity then.

Let me know of your impulsive plans for Montreal, the 12 & 13 of December, 2015.  I have a lonely blank beside my name on the guest list and I would be happy to accomodate your name, friend, with one complimentary ticket.

 

Bright view

 A bright view to light the cold, rainy days to come…

…for where there is light, beauty will rise from the earth. Spring-hope, summer-fruition, will come again.

I have seen this light, tasted the fruit, thus I believe. Blessed are those who have this bright view faith in midst of dark days.

Rien ne pourra plus jamais m’arrêter

Saturday night, Montreal Gospel Choir was on the way home from participating in the Leukemia and Lymphoma fundraiser / memorial called “Illumine la nuit” (Light the Night) and since we were on Île Notre Dame, most of us ended up on the Montreal-bound platform of Metro Jean Drapeau while 7 or 8 of our most enthusiastic choir members were headed to the South Shore on the platform opposite us.

I knew that something was going to happen (because it just does with this group) so I started up my iPhone camera and roamed the platform just as the choir spontaneously ignited into the brilliant French adaptation of Mary Mary’s “Shackles” that we know as “Rien Ne Pourra Plus Jamais M’Arrêter”. Jean Daniel Painson had already staked out a prime spot with his camera next to where Junior, Saryka, Perrine & Nancia (who sing the verses) were.

If this video goes viral, it would be a great thing just because it happened so spontaneously (no one did any planning to prepare this).  What must be said is that Jean Daniel does work like this with his camera all-the-time.  At Montreal Gospel Choir rehearsals, if it breathes, it’s captured by Jean Daniel.  He’s a guy who just consistently works his art.  Montreal Gospel Choir might be described as Jean Daniel’s muse as SO many artistic, beautiful things happen in this community called together with raison d’être “choir”. So Jean Daniel just keeps the camera rolling – le voila, a video posted on Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/montrealgospel

I’d really like to thank as well, Janick Labet and the group Real Touch who were the ones that did the French adaptation of Shackles and recorded it in a Paris metro station. Montreal Gospel Choir scours the world looking for new material – “on est branché partout”. Give us a rhythmic song like this and “how can we keep from singin'”!!  What a beautiful thing from a beautiful choir.

Creator in Cana



Above is a screen shot of just one (of four) scripture readings for me on October 7, 2015.  Sometimes I can get in the habit of treating the Bible as a book that preachers use to make their point. This reading snaps me out of that sort of unfortunate thinking.

A sceptic might say that the early church got together and insured their institution’s future by writing these gospels – accounts of Jesus’ life. But this doesn’t read like something approved by a committee.  The simpler, non-conspiracy theory explanation for these accounts of Jesus is that individuals who had been with Jesus wrote down what happened. That’s how I’m reading this.

Jesus’ mother obviously knew that she had much more than an exceptional child.  He’s now a man and she is more than proud, she’s experienced God’s favour to have a mother-son relationship with the creator of the universe.

Jesus, his mom and some of the disciples are at a wedding, kind of like I’m going to a wedding out of town this weekend. There will be real things, maybe something I could blog about, that will happen while I’m at Gabrielle and Christian’s wedding in Sherbrooke, just like there was eating and drinking and maybe some dancing at this wedding in Cana.

So I might use my talents and make a blog posting based on my experience this Saturday. John was at a wedding in Cana with the Creator and his mother. Definitely worth writing about. I once missed a funeral, because I was in Ottawa and the action was in Montreal, where the pall-bearers included a former American president and a Cuban dictator.  That happened. This wedding in Cana had much more, the Creator and his mother. That happened as well. They just don’t make this stuff up.

What does John write of what happened between the Creator, his mom and the various wedding people?  [Take time to read my screen shot above]

If I was looking for a creative twist for how to teach this story to my grade 2/3 Sunday school class (back in the day) I might decide that we were going to make wine.  I do have wine-making equipment stored in a closet somewhere and if I got some grape juice and a fermenting agent, well, we could pretend. My kids would not be wine connaisseurs, not like the master of the banquet and while I really think that Jesus might just show up (in spirit) in my Sunday School class it would be more to laugh in the background at my creative effort than to rock our worlds by transforming grape juice (me, of little faith) into wine in a half-an-hour’s time.  Most of the time God allows faith to grow normally through Sunday School teachers and other people who are simply good examples – he is the ultimate delegator that way.

But for Biblical occasions, the Creator gets “hands-on”.  Well, he doesn’t actually DO anything, he is just present and he gives orders.  “Fill the jars with water” and “draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet”. Everybody did as Jesus requested. Jesus humours his mother. Everyone’s blessed by the Creator.

The Creator is not limited by time and space anymore.  Greater things than these…to those who believe.

Lives enabled pure

It is a Saturday morning and I am so well situated on a wooden lounger next to a most elegant lake and it is quiet except for the hum of traffic on Rue de la Parc Lafontaine and the footsteps of the occasional jogger.

CarreSaintLouisVectorTomorrow at this time I’ll be singing “I am souled out”, for that is the song that Jireh uses as Julien balances the individual mike levels and then the section levels. Tomorrow is work, at the “Lanaudière” festival, and the pleasure of performing, but today, in a swap for Sunday, is reflection and satisfaction in God’s blessings.

I read scripture daily and this morning, instead of the usual breakfast table or living room setting, I took the Bible down Prince Arthur to Carré Saint-Louis, that most Français of Montreal parks and sat next to the two-tiered fountain and opened the Psalms. I have a fountain psalm – one of my very favourites, Psalm 87, but this morning I stuck with where I am in the structure of my read-in-a-year program: Psalm 140; and then Solomon dedicating the temple (and preaching a really good sermon) in 2 Chronicles 6 and 7; and Jesus teaching a lawyer the meaning of the word “neighbour” in Luke 10; and Paul, about controlling my body in 1 Thessalonians 4:7-8 (NIV). “For God did not call us to be impure, but to live a holy life. Therefore, he who rejects this instruction does not reject man but God, who gives you his Holy Spirit.” All of that – all 4 readings and the Psalm that sprang to my heart in view of the fountain that says “we belong” – spoke to me this morning. God gives us his Holy Spirit. Being holy is my calling, and it looks entirely like Jesus. “Pure” is my word of reflection for this year et, le voilà, there it is, just like that, God’s Holy Spirit, teaching me what pure looks like in all 4 readings. His Holy Spirit, convicting me and showing me the better way.

And there’s even more in store – God speaks through nature and I have Annie Dillard along as an interpreter of that. I have 3 fruits, bought on the way, with me. A fig from the near East, framboises provenant du St-Joseph-du-Lac, and half of a dragon fruit from the Far East. May God’s fruit which comes from lives-enabled-pure be in evidence here in Québec and throughout the whole earth. Selah.

Gallery

Week of Canoe and Garden

My week's pleasure...was canoe...

My week’s pleasure…was canoe…

...and garden
…and garden
At 7:30 or 8 am, I headed out into the windy Bassin Chambly
At 7:30 or 8 am, I headed out into the windy Bassin Chambly

 

Finished my out and back expedition around 2:30 pm. Very Happy!
Finished my out and back expedition around 2:30 pm. Very Happy!
Next day I'm on a mission to transplant...
Next day I’m on a mission to transplant…
fragrant eucalyptus plant acquired near Chambly to full sun plot
fragrant eucalyptus plant acquired near Chambly to full sun plot

 

MTLBreakfastRestStop_panorama
…informed by Annie Dillard’s view of the world…and this breakfast rest stop in Parc Mont Royal.