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Marc’s Jamie’s Food Revolution Food Revolution, Recipes 2, 3 & 4

I’m a couple of days behind on my Jamie’s Food Revolution Food Revolution. You’ll note I’ve changed the count to recipes rather than days, since I won’t be cooking every day of the month. There won’t be 30 of these, at least not in May alone. And some days I will cook something not in his cookbook.

1. On Monday night I cooked Jamie’s Pot-Roast Meatloaf. It went well: mixed up the beef with onions, cracker powder, olive oil and a number of other spices. The meat loaf was delicious–a success!

There is a sauce that goes with the meatloaf, made with onions, garbanzo beans (chick peas), and diced tomatoes, among other things. It was also delicious, except for one hiccup: the chili. The recipe called for 1/2-1 fresh chili pepper, according to taste. I was not able to acquire a chili pepper, so I went with what I’ve been told is the next best thing: chili in a tube (essentially chili paste). The tube contains the equivalent of five chilis, but it’s hard to measure 1/5-1/10 a chili’s worth of paste when it’s in a squeeze tube. I thought I did well, but I overshot (or I don’t know the power of a chili).

The kids made a lot of faces, complained, plugged their noses as they ate. Dixie thought it was too spicy as well. I thought it was quite good–no hotter than, say, Pace medium salsa. Our guest (Rick) also enjoyed it.

The sauce is prepared while the roast beef cooks in the oven. When the roast beef is done, you pour all the juices from it over a small bowl of fresh rosemary leaves and mix well.  The sauce is spooned around the roast beef. Then 12 (!) strips of bacon are laid over the roast beef and sauce and the rosemary is sprinkled over the bacon. A delicious combination! This is then put back in the oven for 15 minutes.

Problem: I had put the roast beef in too small a dish. I didn’t think to transfer it to something larger until after I started spooning in the sauce, so I didn’t (I don’t know why–I could have transferred it without much trouble). This meant I could not spoon in all the sauce, but that wasn’t such a big deal. The bigger deal: I could only put on 4 or 5 strips of bacon. But it tasted great nevertheless. 12 strips of bacon may have been too much (not possible!) and overpowered the roast beef.

Delicious, in spite of some of the “mistakes.” I’ll cook this one again.

2. For lunch on Tuesday I made the “evolution cucumber salad”. Cucumbers, fresh cilantro (replacement for the fresh mint the recipe called for), olive oil (Jamie loves his olive oil!), yoghurt, salt, pepper, chili, etc. The “evolved” version of the salad called for black olives, but I did not have any. The salad was good, but I thought it needed something extra. I suspect the black olives would have done the trick.

Next time I would have the black olives and I would reduce the olive oil significantly (simply because there was too much waste).

3. Yesterday I planned to make the sweet and sour pork stir fry, but I discovered too late that the basmati rice that goes with the recipe needs to be soaked in water for 30 minutes prior to cooking (according to the package instructions), so I decided to make his “cracking good burger” instead.

It was a delicious burger, but I fear the British–or at least Jamie Oliver–do not know what a burger is (with all due respect to Toni and the British!). I mean, the basic ingredients were there and they tasted good. What was missing was size. The recipe said it would serve six. Six kids, maybe, but certainly not six Canadian adults. The patties were tiny. I would certainly make these burgers again, but maybe add somewhere between 50% and 100% more beef to each patty.

4. Tonight I make the sweet and sour pork.

The Eagle & Child Presents: Marc’s Jamie’s Food Revolution Food Revolution Month, Day 1

Dixie is taking a course or two this month. I told her that I would start cooking in May and to that end, I acquired a copy of Jamie Oliver’s Jamie’s Food Revolution, which Joel tells me was actually revolutionary for his cooking. So May is Marc’s Jamie’s Food Revolution Food Revolution Month.

I’m not sure if I’m cooking supper every night, but today–May 1–was the first day. It was kind of a last minute decision as I hadn’t given it much thought beforehand. In fact, I had given it none. So I decided to make the Classic Tomato Spaghetti. Easy peasy.

First lesson learned: plan the thing beforehand. Usually when I cook, I don’t use a recipe. I did read the recipe and instructions through for this one, but promptly forgot (or ignored) them.

First problems: ingredients. The recipe calls for 2 cloves of garlic, 1 fresh red chili, a small bunch of fresh basil, sea salt, freshly ground pepper, spaghetti, olive oil, diced tomatoes, Parmesan cheese. Unfortunately, I did not have any of the fresh options. Instead, I had to go with freeze-dried garlic, chili powder, basil-in-a-tube (which was actually dill, so I went with dried basil), and kosher salt.

Further Problems: The garlic, which was to be browned, I promptly burned because I realized I didn’t have the tubed basil and I still needed to open the can of diced tomatoes. That garlic browns quickly! (I was told afterwards that freeze-dried garlic does not need to be browned.)

(I must have been frazzled by this. I just told Olivia  to get her soccer things on, but when I turned to look at her, I discovered I was addressing a pillow.)

Then I threw in random amounts of chili powder and basil and dumped in the diced tomatoes. Also, I cooked a random amount of spaghetti, which turned into an unfortunately high spaghetti-to-sauce ratio.

I guess it tasted okay, but probably more burnt, artificial, and weakly flavoured than Jamie would have it. I’d call it a failure, but everyone ate it without complaining.

The next meal will be planned in advance.

The Myth of Individualism

I came across this in the introduction to William Willimon’s Pastoral Theology. It’s written in the context of church life, but it has universal application:

We work within a culture of rugged individualists and fragmented communities. We are officially schooled in the notion that we are most fully ourselves when we are liberated, autonomous, on our own. We live under the modern myth that it is possible, even desirable, to live our lives without external, social determination. Ironically, that we think it desirable to live our lives without external, social determination is proof that our lives have been externally, socially determined by the culture of capitalist consumption. I did not on my own come up with the notion that I am a sovereign individual who has no greater purpose in life than to live exclusively for myself. Rather, this culture has formed me to believe that I have no other purpose in life other than the purpose I myself have chosen. The irony is that I did not choose the story that I have no purpose in life other than that which I have  chosen.

The issue is not, Shall I be externally determined by some community of interpretation or authorization? This issue is, Which community will have its way with my life?

It’s a bit wordy, but nevertheless well said.

Islam and Current Events

Today was the first day of a week-long class called “Islam and Current Events” (interesting timing with the death of Osama bin Laden). It was very stimulating. The professor (Dr. Nabeel Jabbour–from off-campus) noted that there are two sides of the coin in terms of what is presented regarding Islam and the Middle East. Muslims get one side; the West gets another. One of the aims of the course is for us to get the side we don’t normally hear.

Joel noted accurately that pretty much everything he said today is new material. It was all very interesting, but what was of particular interest to me was trying to understand Islam from a Muslim point-of-view.

Christians normally approach the topic with what they assume is a direct-correspondence approach: compare our guy and their guy, our scriptures and their scriptures. They have Muhammad, we have Jesus; they have the Qur’an, we have the Bible. We make the connections, assuming their figure and scripture are analogous to ours, and think we understand Islam.

Dr. Jabbour argued that this kind of comparison does not, in fact, work to understand Islam. Christians won’t understand Islam if they assume the same thing about Muhammad and the Qur’an as Christians do about Jesus and the Bible. It’s not simply a matter of saying, the Qur’an is their authoritative book, just like the Bible is our authoritative book.

In fact, the comparisons that work–that is, the views that we could say are analogous between the two religions–are quite unexpected. Here are the main ones we discussed:

1. We  cannot directly compare Jesus and Muhammad. Christians believe that Jesus Christ is the eternal, uncreated word of God. Muslims believe nothing of the sort about Muhammad. In Islam, the closest analogy to Jesus is actually the Qur’an, which they believe is the eternal, uncreated word of God.

2. The closest analogy for Muslim belief about Muhammad is Mary, the mother of Jesus. Both Mary and Muhammad are believed to be passive receivers of the eternal, uncreated word of God–Jesus Christ and the Qur’an, respectively. Mary was a virgin, meaning that Jesus wasn’t simply the result of normal reproductive means. Similarly, Muhammad was illiterate, meaning that he did not just record the words of the Qur’an on his own. Mary was miraculously pregnant; Muhammad received the word of God by dictation, which his photographic memory retained rather like a tape recorder. Both have historically been venerated.

(I’m not interested in discussing critiques of the virgin birth or the dictation theory of the Qur’an. I’m simply highlighting the proper belief-comparison as discussed in class.)

3. The Bible and the Qur’an are not directly comparable either. The 10 Commandments would perhaps be comparable, because they are believed to have been dictated (actually inscribed) by God. Historically, however, Christians have not officially believed in a dictation theory of the Bible (divine inspiration and dictation are not the same thing). The Qur’an, by contrast, is believed by Muslims to have been dictated by God (through the angel Gabriel), so that it is the direct word of God.

The best analogy for the Bible in Islam, then, is their books on the life and teaching of Muhammad. Muhammad made a distinction between the dictated revelations he received and his own teachings, much like Catholics make a distinction between the pope’s ex cathedra statements and his other teachings. The professor didn’t say whether Muslims consider Muhammad’s non-dictated teachings authoritative, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they do.

So, an interesting lesson. It won’t do to simply compare Jesus and Muhammad or the Bible and the Qur’an. The proper analogies are, in fact,

  • The Qur’an and Jesus
  • Muhammad and Mary
  • The Bible and books about Muhammad’s life and teachings

Fascinating stuff.

Notes from the Mobile Home 2: Olympics

I miss the Olympics already.  It was fun to have an “event” that warranted having the TV on during supper.  Not that it’s something to be desired, to have the TV on during supper, but it’s the kind of thing that children remember.  ”When the Olympics were on we would watch them during supper.”  Plus, it was nice to have 2-weeks of explicit and unquestioned solidarity with the rest of the nation.

It was strange to not have the TV on today, but probably for the best.  I wouldn’t have completed any work if it had been on.

My assessment of the Olympics:

» The opening ceremonies started with a whimper.  In fact, I was quite afraid that it was going to turn into an embarrassment.  All I remember about the beginning was a video opening of someone heli-snowboarding and then a transition to the stadium where this snowboarder jumped through the Olympic rings as some snow poofed out of them.  I think that was the low point.  Forget the mechanical failure on the indoor “cauldron” (as it happened, that serendipitously turned into a great self-deprecating moment in the closing ceremonies)–the low point was the half-assed poof of snow as the snow-boarder jumped through the rings.  But things picked up from there and it turned into quite an impressive show, full of heart-warming Canadiana. (It reminded me that I must read Who Has Seen the Wind? again soon.)

» Gold medal for Most Awkward Moment of the Entire Olympics games goes to Wayne Gretzky’s bizzare 10 minute ride in the back of a pickup truck, all the while holding the Olympic torch aloft, to get to the Olympic cauldron in order to light it.  An utterly bizarre and poorly planned/executed moment.  At the very least they could have made sure that fans were lining the streets, but they were nearly empty, as I recall.

» Thrilled and frustrated throughout the Olympics with the performance of and results for Canada’s.  Many a tear came to my eye at the medal ceremonies. The men’s hockey team in particular nearly gave me a heart attack with an ulcer attached, wrapped in a bladder infection.  In fact, they nearly shut down my entire body.  But it was all worth it in the end.  I had hoped that Crosby would get the winning goal and he did.  I know next to nothing about him, not having followed hockey closely for some years, but somehow it seemed fitting.  And the assist to Iginla.  Perfect.

» Jay Onrait, incidentally, was a joy to watch and listen to.  I’ve always enjoyed his anchoring work.  Apparently he’s a “d-bag”. That may well be, but I’ll reserve judgment.  If he is, he’s a terribly funny “d-bag”.

» Closing ceremonies were a mixed bag–dull speeches about the triumph of the human spirit spoken in a French which even a newborn could tell was butchered and then a series of humourous, self-deprecating moments (I’m curious to know how non-Canadians interpreted all the voyageurs, inflated beavers, moose and mounties), including fun appearances by William Shatner, Catherine O’Hara and Michael J. Fox.

And then a totally fitting rendition of “Long May You Run” by Neil Young.  In my opinion, “Long May You Run” should have ended the show, but the show went on.

Now, I have nothing personal (other than my tastes) against all the other artists who performed, but what was intended to be a display of Canadian talent ended up mostly being a display of “People Who Were Born in Canada”, the initial message seemingly “Canada: where everyone in search of fame and fortune moves away” or “Canada: We repel our talent”.

The arc of the closing ceremonies went something like this: from world famous people who no longer live in Canada (and some not for decades) to artists who actually live and work in Canada but who are unknown even to Canadians.  Somehow the organizers missed the middle way.

I think for a rock concert in the context of the Olympics, they should have had artists who we might consider our Best Kept Secrets.  In my books that would include the likes of Blue Rodeo, The Tragically Hip, Bruce Cockburn, Brent Butt, Red Green, etc.  (I don’t expect you, dear reader, to agree with my choices.)

At one point I suggested that a performance by The Arcade Fire would redeem the whole thing.  Of course, that means I wish for the very thing I’ve been criticizing.  Or do they still live in Montreal?  Let’s say they do.  At any rate, they did not perform.

In spite of all this, I give the closing ceremonies a (tentative) thumbs up and the Olympics as a whole an enthusiastic thumbs up.

More blustering

Dixie taped me walking home from the library this afternoon.  By that time the snow had stopped blowing around, but the wind was still high.  This video gives you an idea of the drifts that have grown on the road in front of our trailer.  The drift I pat near the end is sitting on the part of the road that had been cleared with a snowblower this morning.  I hope the snowblower comes through again tomorrow morning or Luke won’t be going to preschool.

I was born in the Netherlands and lived there for the first 7 years of my life. The weather there is mild and snow, as I recall, was an occasional treat. But my first winter in Caronport, a small town on the plains of southern Saskatchewan, had me acclimatized to inland Canadian winters. In fact, it was in drifts much like those outside our trailer (possibly bigger) in which my mother worried she’d find me when I disappeared during that first prairie storm we experienced in 1985.

A day like we had today would have shut down towns on Canadian coasts, but we land-locked prairie folk are a hearty people, so those of us who live on campus or in Otterburne across the river bundled up and went to the library to study or to offices to work. The school was effectively closed (all classes cancelled) because travel was simply not safe for commuters coming from Winnipeg, Steinbach, Niverville and other villages in the surrounding areas. With the blowing snow, visibility was extremely low and snow drifts on the highways can be treacherous.

But here’s the thing about Canadian prairie people: I’m fairly certain that many of the staff and students were a little ashamed and frustrated that they let a winter storm keep them housebound. As much as we often pine for our brief summers, we take pride in our harsh, cold winters and our willingness to put on toque, parka and leather mittens and face the blowing snow and wind-chills. These days will some day be recounted with pride and mutual understanding, like soldiers exchanging stories from the battlefield.

You are accepted.

The word of the day is “Hunkered”, as I have been hunkered down in a private study room in the library for most of the day.  I’m working on a paper for Christian Ethics. Actually, it’s a letter written to my church tradition (which happens to be a a mutt) as Dietrich Bonhoeffer, drawing exclusively from his Ethics. Ethics is a rather deep book–you might say it’s meaty, like a thick steak.  It’s loaded with promise, but I’ve felt like I’ve just been on the borders of understanding it for most of the semester.  My task is difficult not only because the format for this paper is unusual, but also because of the nature of this particular book and this particular theologian.

But: the coffee I made before 10a.m. this morning is still hot in the Thermos, I’ve got some soft classical music playing on BBC Radio 3, and I’m making some headway.  I think. At least, I’m beginning to fill the allotted space, which at this point in the semester, quite frankly, is all that I ask for.

And so I offer you this tasty morsel from Bohoeffer’s magnum opus:

In the [physical] body of Jesus Christ, God is united with humankind, all humanity is accepted by God, and the world is reconciled to God. In the body of Jesus Christ, God took on the sin of the world and bore it. There is no part of the world, no matter how lost, no matter how godless, hat has not been accepted by God in Jesus Christ and reconciled to God. Whoever perceives the body of Jesus Christ in faith can no longer speak of the world as if it were lost, as if it were separated from God; they can no longer separate themselves in clerical pride from the world. The world belongs to Christ.

…in the body of Christ [i.e. the church] all humanity is accepted, included, and borne, and that the church-community of believers is to make known to the world by word and life. This means not being separated from the world, but cfalling the world into the community of the body of Christ to which the world in truth already belongs…. The church-community is separated from the world only by this: it believes in the reality of being accepted by God–a reality that belongs to the whole world–and in affirming this as valid for itself it witnesses that it is valid for the entire world. (Ethics, p. 66-68)

You–whoever you are–are accepted by God.

Spend Like Santa, Save Like Scrooge

I noticed today that next semester’s textbooks are starting to arrive at the college bookstore on campus.  I had considered buying them from Amazon–mostly because I wasn’t sure if the texts would be available before Christmas, but also because I could, in some cases, save up to 50% of the cover price by purchasing through Amazon.

I stuck my nose in a conversation after class yesterday. Two students were discussing the campus bookstore and various other campus business matters.  Business issues generally do not interest me in the slightest, but in the course of this conversation it occurred to me that fundamentally there is no difference between the independent bookstore and the big-box bookstores like Chapters/Indigo (or Borders or Barnes & Noble) or online retailers like Amazon. There is fundamentally no difference between them insofar as they are all businesses seeking a profit.  They are businesses and they want your money.*

And yet we tend to feel guilty about buying our books from Amazon or Chapters.  They are the big, bad retailers who buy at special bulk rates, which allows them to undercut their competition.  (“Competition” is an odd term for an independent bookstore relative to the big boxers, isn’t it?)  This kind of cut-throat competition gives me, as a Christian, pause: how do the commands play out in the business world? What does it mean to love your neighbour at a corporate level?  I don’t know the answer to that, although I’m tempted to think that it means absolutely nothing at the corporate level.  This is the capitalist, market economy, folks; that’s simply the way it goes. It’s the Darwinism of Wall Street: survival of the biggest and cheapest. It’s just business.

Our incredulity (even if it’s only in theory) is bit disingenuous, though. After all, if the independent local bookstore somehow managed to undercut the big-box retailers, no one would think worse of them.

But beyond that, I wonder if perhaps our finger-pointing at the big-box stores is too…finger…pointing…y.  The big-box stores may be offering lower prices than the independent store can afford, but the big-box store is simply offering what we desire (and what the independent store would presumably like to be able to do). We are obsessed with saving money on our purchases, but ultimately saving money is done by many of us simply to acquire more.

Many years ago, Canadian Tire ran an annual yuletide ad campaign with the mantra, “Spend Like Santa, Save Like Scrooge.”  The message was that you could get more stuff for less at Canadian Tire.  The irony that is often lost on us, however, is that our response is generally not to buy what we need and pocket the savings, but to simply buy more stuff and technically not save anything.  Christians tend to be consumerist creatures just as much as anyone.  Saving is good because it allows us to buy more.  We buy because we have the disposable income, not because we need something.  We buy because it’s on sale, not because we need it.

I often say something that drives Dixie nuts.  She’ll justify a purchase by saying, “It was 40% off!  I saved $30!”  And then I’ll respond with, “Yes, but if you hadn’t bought that item, you would have saved 100%”.

I don’t want to suggest that I always take the anti-consumerist high road.  I am as consumerist as your next person.  But that isn’t good and it is bothering me more and more these days.

My point in all this is that perhaps questioning what we purchase and from where can be a transformative experience, rather than an accusatory one.  Perhaps it would be more beneficial to me to not buy from a big-box store not because of their questionable business ethics, but because of my own questionable consumerist mindset.  Savings aren’t everything.  ”A penny saved is a penny earned,” as the saying goes. The question is, earned for what?

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*There is therefore little reason, if any, for a Christian to purchase from a retailer who happens to be Christian rather than one who happens to not be.

**I do think there are legitimate reasons to purchase from online retailers, but I’m beginning to realize that there are fewer reasons than I might think.  Instant access, for one, is generally not a good reason. Patience is a virtue nearly lost in the western world.

Social commentary

I received in the mail today a book entitled The Culture of Fear.  Its subtitle is, “Why Americans are Afraid of the Wrong Things,” and its sub-subtitle (following the colon after the subtitle), “Crime, Drugs, Minorities, Teen Moms, Killer Kids, Mutant Microbes, Plan Crashes, Road Rage, & So Much More”.  A veritable mouthful.

The book has been on my wishlist for some time now, but with all the craziness and confusion surrounding H1N1.*  I thought it would be a good time to read the book (over Christmas hopefully).

This book belongs in the category of sociology, which is becoming a bit of a hobby interest of mine, in terms of reading.  ”Social commentary” might be a better term; it sounds less clinical and academic. Or maybe “Cultural Studies”. But I digress.

I’ve read a  couple of interesting books in this category: Bill McKibben’s The Age of Missing Information; Eric Schlosser’s Fast Food Nation; and Ferenc Mate’s Reasonable LifeTo an extent the books of Bill Bryson fit into this category, as do the films The Corporation and Supersize Me.

Other books of this nature I’ve picked up over the years (but have not yet read):

Some of these books may be a getting a bit too close to the genre of conspiracy theory (I’m thinking in particular ofTrust Us, We’re Experts), but sociology/social commentary is a broad genre, I think, and includes the likes of both Michael Moore (on the left–also, arguably, a conspiracy theorist) and people not so on the left (I had an example earlier in the day, but it escapes me now).

The Culture of Fear should be an interesting read.  I’ll let you know.**
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*including, apparently, the suggestion that I’m being selfish if I don’t get vaccinated: so now it’s not just the fear of the flu, but also the fear of how people perceive me!
**Of course, it’s the middle of November, so by the time Christmas rolls around I may have different reading plans–such as reading next semester’s books in advance!