Thursday, 14 May 2020

Bergoglian "Fasting" dinner for Vox and Fox

To Jorge Bergoglio and the Committee on Human Fraternity, I remind you of this:
1. Let not your fasts be as with the hypocrites, for they fast on Mondays and Thursdays, but do your fast on Wednesdays and Fridays.
2. And do not pray as the hypocrites, but as the Lord commanded in his Gospel, pray thus: "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so also upon earth; give us today our daily bread, and forgive us our debt as we forgive our debtors, and lead us not into trial, but deliver us from the Evil One, for thine is the power and the glory for ever."
3. Pray thus three times a day.
The Didache. Ch. VIII

My wife and I very much enjoyed this all Ontario grown and raised dinner. Rib-eye bone-in steak on which I opened the wallet for organic, grass-fed and hand trimmed just to spite this "fast," fresh Ontario asparagus, potatoes, fiddleheads, Cremini mushrooms and a fine bottle from Pelee Island Winery from grapes grown on Lake Erie’s Pelee Island, the most southern locale in Canada.

Yesterday, we ate fish. Tomorrow, we will have mussels. That, is how it is done.


mazara said...

Stop, my mouth is watering.

Dan Simpson said...

I smoked Beef Short Ribs yesterday and braised them today.
Wine is chilling...

I wish we could get fiddleheads here in the US.

Anonymous said...

Oh yum mussels!
Thank you David for the quote from the Didache too.

Vox Cantoris said...

Dan, Where are you in the U.S. I should think they would be abundant in Maine as many of ours here come from New Brunswick. These are from Ontario. We get them for about three weeks and they are a little late, it has been a terribly cold spring here.

Anon. Yes, Mussels from Prince Edward Island and we will have them in a nice tomatoe and garlic broth with home-made ciabatta. I mean, it's Friday (as we do not fast with hypocrites) and it is Eastertide. But, I must tell you, Wednesday's baked haddock encrusted with spices was not terribly penitential.

BrotherBeowulf said...

Feast of San Isidro, the Husbandman

David, similar feast here last night in lower Hudson Valley. We won't pray to allah to end any pan-panic per Bergoglio's instruction.

So: Three course meal two bottles of wine! We began at 5 upon arrival of our honored guest Pallotini Fr. Marian.

First course al fresco
Italian Primi Piatti:

Littlenecks on the half-shell
Shrimp cocktail
Sausage, Formaggio & pepperoni
Vino Bianco, chilled Nostralino vino de Genoa.

Then I with the padre's good company grilled steaks and roasted scallions and peppers outside at sunset.

Retired to dining room. Popped a bottle of Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon.

Toasted the Pope. Benedict. Dined. Toasted Speedy Downfall of Bergoglio, Anti-pope.

Then tea, pecan tart, chocolates, and sweets. A couple of good cigars to ruminate on endtimes.

Viva il Papa! Viva Benedetto!

BrotherBeowulf said...

Our steak was short ribs too. Cut thin (Korean style), a great steak on the grill. Tender and of course beefy.

Vox Cantoris said...


Peter Lamb said...

Juslike! You guys make pap and wors sound Spartan. What's fiddleheads? But at the end of the day, lekker is lekker! :)

Vox Cantoris said...

Hello Peter,

It's a little like asparagus and a Canadian and northeastern American thing.

It's a fern as it breaks through the soil and before opening.

Peter Lamb said...

Thanks Vox. Most interesting. :)

Irenaeus said...

We had chicken breasts with a good deal of seasoning, some boiled potato, and Brussel sprouts. No wine, though. Delicious.

It doesn't hold a candle to your dinner or Brother Beowulf's, though.

Dan Simpson said...

I am in Arizona now not a good climate for fiddleheads.
I used to travel to Quebec City and Moncton, NB for business back in the 90's.
That is where I first discovered fiddleheads.

I hope to visit again after the corona insanity is over. My wife has never been there and I want to show her the sights. The Tidal Bore and Magnetic Hill should be on everyone's bucket list! :)

Vox Cantoris said...

Hey Dan,

No fiddleheads in Arizona, that's for sure! Magnetic Hill is a treat an and incredible optical illusion. I still remember coasting a bicycle up hill as a kid. My mother was from Fredericton so things like dulse and fiddleheads were a regular seasonal thing here in Toronto. Every time one of the Aunts came to visit from NB, they always opened the suitcase to reveal a supply of that salty treat. Even though she was the daughter of one of the earliest "Syrian" immigrants from Mount Lebanon to Canada in 1886, she never lost her Maritime heart, particularly the "in breathing," while talking. Gosh, my cousins still do it. The New Brunswick in breath is a hoot.

Don't forget to take her to Hartland to see the longest covered bridge in the world. My grandfather worked on it for a while in 1901 as a labourer
He used that money to by a horse and cart and became a peddler in Fredericton and eventually made enough for a general store. When he died in 1936 even the Mayor turned out for this Lebanese Catholic's funeral - he was that well regarded.

And don't forget the friendliest place in Canada - Newfoundland!

Peter Lamb said...

Hey Vox, I have just finished a clasical bibliography and biography of George McCall Theal, South Africa's first and greatest Historian. Colonial Historiographer of the Cape Colony! A great man:
Thealls migrated from the Palatine area of Germany to Holland and England in the days of yore. The name is spelled Thiel, or Tiel in Holland and Teal in England. The city of Tiel in Holland, at one time had the largest glass furnace in the world. Teals settled in the Hudson valley in the New World under the Dutch West India Company, in 1621. In 1664, the territory was taken over by England.1
George McCall’s ancestors migrated to the town of Rye, in Sussex. A scion moved on to the New England Colonies and was among the earliest white settlers there. Mrs. Nicholas Theall was delivered of a healthy baby boy named Joseph, in Stamford, Connecticut, in 1640. Joseph thrived and became successful. He served as “chosen representative” for Stamford from 1671, to 1677. A few years later, he moved to Bedford, New York, where he was appointed “Chief Military Officer for the Train Band”. Captain Theall purchased a large tract of land from the Iroquois Indians and there established the little settlement he named Rye. He resided there in 1690 and became the Justice of the Peace and Supervisor of Rye.2 Joseph Theale begat Ebenezer who was born in Stamford, Fairfield, Connecticut, in 1678 and died in Rye, Westchester, New York, in 1747. Ebenezer begat Charles, who was born in Stamford in 1704 and died in Rye in 1778. Charles begat Ebenezer, who was born in about 1740, in Rye and died in King’s County, Canada, in 1787. Ebenezer begat Samuel, who was born in Rye in 1764 and died in Grantham Township,Ontario, Canada, in 1837. Brock University now stands on the lands of Samuel’s farm. Samuel begat William Young Theal who begat George McCall Theal in 1837.3

Peter Lamb said...

Like many other families, the Thealls divided on the question of Independence. At least eight adult male members of the family cast their lots with the harassed Loyalists and leaving kith and kin behind in their established homes, they sailed from New York in 1783. Samuel, was eighteen years old at the time. Samuel’s future wife, Maria Young, was being born in New York while her Loyalist parents from Philadelphia, Captain and Mrs. William Young, were awaiting the sailing of the transports to Nova Scotia. In later year, Captain Young perished with all his crew when a great storm cast his ship on Partridge Island, off the entrance of the St. John river in the Bay of Fundy. His body was never found. Mrs. Young survived him by 60 years.
The greater part of the site of the present city of St. John was covered with primeval forest when, on 18 May, 1873, a fleet of twenty ships cast anchor before it and three thousand men, women and children – United Empire Loyalists – were landed on the soil of their new home. During the summer of that year, another two thousand arrived and subsequently many little parties joined them. In the States feeling was bitter against the adherents to the British cause. The new governments confiscated all their property, real and personal. The main settlement was named Parrtown after the governor of Nova Scotia, but in 1784 New Brunswick was constituted a separate province and soon afterwards Parrtown became St. John. In spite of the terrible poverty of the loyalist refugees and the bitter hardships endured by them, their settlement slowly grew.6 ....
And so we go on and on. His descriptions of Cocagne, Moncton, Fredericksberg, Mount Royal etc are wonderful. He left Canada aged 17 years and came to SA. He was school teacher, diamond digger, hero of (th Frontier War, saved hundreds of lives, missionary, colonial historiographer. How I wish I could see the places in Canada. Sorry, completely OT, but I couldn't help it when I read your reminiscences. :)

Vox Cantoris said...

When you come, Frankie and I will grill you some boerewors!

James Joseph said...

Vox, thanks for reminding where that came from; The Didache. I remember the Jews on
the Los Angeles city council pushed for hamburger Fridays and vegan Mondays a few years back.

BrotherBeowulf said...


Sounds like you may need to throw a party! Perhaps Lady Day Assumption Aug 15! We'll bring the ale!

And thereafter, your guests will be welladvised to drive a couple of hours up the coast from Old Town Quèbec (after first stopping at St Anne de Beaupré) to Tadoussac--first settlement in Canada--where the cool clear waters of the Saguenay flow into the St Laurence, bringing krill and thus the whales, herds of belugas, minke/rorquals frolicking in the harbor, and a few hours out, the mighty Blue!

We leave at sunup from across NYC and arrive at St Anne by 3 pm.

We just need to arrange a chant Old Latin Mass.