The “Christmas” Holiday:

… some Explanations for a Secular Website,
and perhaps even a chance to help other men and enjoy it,

(c) 2014, Davd

As a serious Christian1, i look at “the Christmas season” somewhat wryly  and even sadly. There is so much going on that has “[bleep] all” to do with Jesus Christ, his teachings, even his birth. Much of it is a more-or-less pleasant diversion from the fact that the days are so short and the nights are so long (can you imagine how underwhelming all those lighted decorations would be in a Canadian late June with 16—24 hours of daylight?); or another occasion, not that different really from the Grey Cup or the first of July, to party and maybe get a little sloshed.

The lights and the partying could just as well be called Winter Solstice. Indeed, some Orthodox Christians spend “Advent”, the weeks leading up to Christmas, in austerity rather than revelry.

I’m not very surprised that there should be a shopping binge around the end of the autumn, in a recently wealthy country whose chief economic ideology is capitalist—but that has little to do with Jesus of Nazareth and more to do against him. Giving gifts to friends and kin is consistent with his teaching, but in my humble opinion anyway, the best Christmas gifts should be
——> made or grown rather than bought (I give oregano and other herbs from my gardens, for instance; and red-pine boughs for decoration, to friends and churches2)
——> given to Jesus—he’s the birthday boy, isn’t he?—rather than to people you want to impress. The poor, and children, are better to give to from a Christian perspective, than business connections, sales clients, or aged relatives from whom you’re angling for a big inheritance.

Here’s an interesting Christian Christmas gift idea, if you tolerate crowded shopping malls well or have a craft skill that makes things children like3. Find some children near you whose grandparents live far away, and arrange with the grandparents to buy or make gifts for those children in the grandparents’ name. Shipping “Christmas presents” can be mighty expensive if you don’t have a bulk rate with some courier service—so you’ll save the grandparents much more time and money than the effort will cost you. You give to the children and the grandparents, not your money, but your time and the benefits of your location.

Let’s develop that idea one step further: Do you know children near you whose fathers have been cast-off by their mothers? (It seldom seems to happen the other way ’round.) Preferably, you know each father also, or one of his best friends. Organize a party for those children, with two or more men as hosts (both for social efficiency and for mutual chaperonage.) Include Dad as part of the party (a phone chat if he lives a long way off), as well as fun and gifts, which means organizing for Dad to be available some of the time while it’s going on.

(If any mother whose ex is actually a decent man, refuses to let her children take part—shame her! Expose her [socially not anatomically] if you have ways to do so. Abusing fathers who are decent men, is evil, Jesus hated evil, and if this were a Christian website i could cite passages from Scripture to back that up. No matter how small his wallet, a decent, loving father is valuable to his children.)

So if you want to put up lights, have fun doing so; and if it’s not fun, don’t go doing it because of Christmas, ’cause it’s really about winter solstice and how long the nights are in Canada this time of year. If you want to party, have fun but avoid drunk driving and remember that STDs don’t take the winter off.

Bias what you eat toward fairly healthy fun food, like apple cider and good coffee, peanuts, popcorn and pretzels rather than highly processed fatty snacks, turkey and ham rather than sausages that contain much more fat than protein. (The ham fat, if it’s a regular ham with a layer of fat between the skin and the meat, can go to your dog—he should have some fun, too4.) If you’re eating alone or with just one or two pals [or children—i was once a single father] then roast beef and fresh home made bread can be a special and fairly healthy Christmas feast.

All Jesus himself had for his first Christmas dinner, was milk.
Some factual “btw”s:
Jesus probably was not born near the Winter Solstice. Luke’s Gospel tells that shepherds were out in the fields watching their flock at the time, and i have heard more than once, that even in that Mediterranean climate, sheep are not out grazing in late December. One of those who told me so said Jesus was probably born in the spring.

Luke’s Gospel also states that the reason Jesus was born in Bethlehem was—a Roman census which required everyone to go to his ancestral home town. Joseph and Mary, being of the lineage of the great King David, went to Bethlehem, David’s city, as the Roman Emperor had ordered. … and winter is no time for a sensible Emperor to order all his subjects to travel around.

So why not celebrate Christmas in the spring? One obvious reason is that Easter, the Feast of the Resurrection, is in the spring. Its place in the calendar is linked to Passover, the Jewish holy festival whose time has been in the spring since long before Jesus walked the earth.

Jesus’ Resurrection is more important than his birth: Everyone gets born; coming back from the dead is very rare. Birth is an ordinary natural event; resurrection is a miracle. Passover has always been celebrated in the spring, ergo: The spring celebration of Christianity is the Resurrection—so if Jesus’ birth is going to be celebrated, it needs another time of year… and late December, even in Mediterranean climates, is a quiet time for farmers… who made up much more of the population then, than now.

“Christ” is Latin for Messiah, and one simple way to translate that Hebrew word into English, is “saviour”. Christmas is the festival of the birth of the Saviour.

Why aren’t we feeling “saved”? Why doesn’t it seem like everything has been put right? One good reason could be that Jesus’ Teachings are not very well followed, and haven’t been. He taught humility; we see fuss and pride dominant in world affairs. He taught that the ways of the rich are contrary to the ways of His Kingdom; we see economic growth worshipped more than we see His Teachings worshipped, in modern politics.

He taught sexual restraint and marital fidelity; the trend during my lifetime has been rather the opposite. (Methinks a tough-minded Christian government would tax cosmetics and clothing designed to look “sexy”, at rates similar to those at which Canada taxes cigarettes and alcoholic drink—or maybe, at even higher rates.)

Christian Scripture does not approve, for instance, of easy divorce or active homosexuality. And however much fun some women and “gay men” may have had in recent decades—has either been good for public health? or the well being of children?

Mohandas “Mahatma” Gandhi has been cited as saying that Christianity is an excellent set of teachings, but impossible for human beings to keep. So far, while i have met a few men and women who do5 keep them quite well, that “impossible” seems true in the sense that the population as a whole isn’t keeping them and history doesn’t show large national populations doing so.

No great surprise, then, if the birth of Jesus is used as an excuse for putting up lights when the nights are long, commercial greed, and partying as if it were a sports championship. As a Christian writing for a secular website, i can regret the greed and encourage other men not to support it; i can bless the partying to the extent it is honest and relatively healthy, but not call it Christian; and agree that some of the lights are quite pleasant to look at without thinking they have much to do with Jesus Christ.

Me? born in a barn?
You are too kind .. my Master
was born in a barn.


1. I have been told that i’m a more serious Christian than most. I do recite two Christian prayers each morning before i get up: “The Apostles’ Creed” and “the Lord’s Prayer.” Neither is about begging or nagging for what i want that day; i go over them in turn, slowly, as a discipline and reminder to influence my choices and actions during the day. I pray for a day and a life in harmony with Christian teachings, not for amusements, “stuff”, nor wealth.

2. Red pine is fairly rare around here, and its dark, fairly long ‘needles’ make good decoration material; i have a windbreak of them, and December is a good time to prune off the lowest branches. (There are spruce and white-cedar in the windbreak as well, most of them smaller than the pines; so pruning the pines improves their future timber value without letting the wind get through.)

3. For instance, you might be handy with a lathe. Tops—those wooden toys that spin like an upside-down onion—are fairly easy to make, they last a long time, and several little children will probably get more fun out of one well made painted or varnished top, than two or more of the [dreck] that is sold in those crowded stores.

4. I usually cut the fat into chunks, give Fritz a handful, and save the rest in the freezer for later; i think a huge amount of fat at once isn’t that good. And i’v’e been known to use some ham and bacon fat to brown the onions i cook with beans.

5 … in some cases, did, until their natural deaths in old age.


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Lazy Man’s Pickles: Easy, Tasty way to Diversify Your Snacking:
(c) 2014, Davd

During the “Holiday Season”, at parties and even early in the sequence of fancy dinners, you’ll probably see lots of pickles. Personally, I generally like dills best; but bread-and-butter pickles can also be mighty good, and the peppery pickled mixed vegetables as well. If you serve store-bought pickles—save the brine. If you go to a potluck, anywhere that pickles are served, and you can “scrounge” the brine—save it. The brine from a jar of store pickles will almost certainly make you a jar of “Lazy Man’s Pickles” for snacking in the New Year.

I learned this technique from John Romaniuk, a good old Ukrainian-Canadian welder whose shop was in Nanaimo and who lived near Nanoose, where i rented a cabin from him for about a year. Like most men who have their own business, he valued efficiency, and when it came to pickles, he showed me efficiency i’d never noticed—and when he’d shown me, i never forgot.

Once in a while he’d invite me to his house for a beer or two, or for coffee, and one day he served pickled eggs with the beer. Dill-pickled eggs, and really good with beer and pretzels.

I’d always liked pickled eggs, but i’d never thought i had the spare time to work my way slowly through some recipes and find a few i liked, then gradually adjust the recipes to my preferences. Pickling recipes tend to be rather complicated, at least the ones in the cookbooks i had were; and i’ve always found plenty of interesting work to do with my time. Even if you can do anything, there’s not time enough to do everything, and pickling was one of those “not time enough” things, for me.

John had found an easy way: When he ate the last of a jar of dill pickles, he put the brine back in the ‘fridge [in that same jar]; and before long, he’d boil up six or seven eggs. When the hard-boiled eggs had cooled, he simply peeled the shells off and put them in that jar of brine; and let them sit in the brine, in the ‘fridge, for at least two weeks.

I started imitating his technique, and it worked in my ‘fridge, too.

This, to me, is classic “guy cooking”: A good result from a simple effective technique, with an absolute minimum of fussing. I get two jars of pickles to eat, from buying one; and more variety in my diet from less work at the cookstove.

However, i noticed that i was buying more jars of cucumber pickles than i was making of pickled eggs. So, of course, i asked myself: What else would taste better, or as good but different, if i soaked it two weeks in pickling brine? Two answers came over the next few months: Carrots and turnips. Yellow turnips (rutabagas in French) came out better as pickles than white ones, and their flavour improved more than that of carrots, for being pickled.

I also tried pickling eggs, carrots, and turnips in the brine from bread-and-butter pickles, which is sweet. Dill pickle brine, i learned, works well with eggs, carrot strips, and turnips cut more or less like potatoes are cut for “French fries.” Bread-and-butter pickle brine works well with eggs and turnips, and it’s OK applied to carrots but in my ‘umble opinion, not as special. Carrots are already sweet, so there’s less of a contrast to give the soaked carrots that tang we associate with pickles.

To cut turnips for pickling, i slice them about half an inch thick, “parallel to the equator*”, peel the slices, and then cut the slices into half-inch strips. The texture seems to come out a little better that way, than if i slice them pole to pole. Carrots, i cut lengthwise. You can make the strips a little narrower than a half inch, but i wouldn’t go narrower than one centimetre [3/8 inch].  Both go into the brine uncooked.

I suggest you write the date you put the egg or vegetable into the brine, on the jar label. I use a felt-tip permanent marker to do the job; and when i’ve emptied the jar, i soak off the label. If you make pickles in a jar with the label already off, the marker will write on glass, and the writing can wash off in the dishpan but lasts well enough in the ‘fridge.

(Just in case you didn’t guess this already: The trick only works once. When you’ve made a batch of pickled eggs, carrots, or turnips—you’ve used up most of the available spice and vinegar in the brine that was left after the original cucumber pickles. There’s not enough vinegar nor enough spices left to make another round of pickles—there’s a wee bit left, but not enough to flavour or to protect a second “round”. Your first round of “Lazy Man’s Pickles” should keep in the fridge for a month, imaginably a few months. If you tried for a second round, it might start to decay within a  week or two.)

Carrots and turnips are fairly often available “on sale” for a dollar a kilo (45 cents per pound) or a little less, around here; and 50-cent-a-pound ($1.10 per kilo) prices come on quite often. I haven’t weighed the strips i use to fill a jar, yet—because once they go into the brine, it’s very messy to take them out again for weighing, and until the jar fills, i don’t know how much exactly will go in it.  I’d suppose that a one-litre pickle jar will hold about a pound of vegetable, but not much more, using the simple rule “put in enough so the brine comes about as high in the jar as it was the first time.” So your second jar of pickles will cost you 40 to 65 cents, compared to $2-$3 for the cucumber pickles you bought at the store.

Not bad, eh?

Benjamin Franklin, i believe it was, said that laziness, at least as much as necessity, fosters invention. John Romaniuk was an inventive, self-employed master welder who didn’t leave his disciplined laziness at the shop—and now, you too can benefit: Tasty variety in the winter vegetables, pickled eggs that take 10-20 minutes of work and two weeks of waiting, and the cost is about as low as you’ll find.


* Think of the root as the south pole and the top as the north pole. I find the sliced turnips are easier to peel than whole turnips—and i suggest you save the peels to make “vegetable stock.” Turnips give a good taste to winter soups and stews, even to some sauces; and for myself, i like the taste more than the texture of cooked turnips. By pickling the turnips and cooking the peelings into vegetable stock, i get both benefits.


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The Shameless Prudes:

… a wry but true name for a social action network
whose time is long overdue:

(c) 2014, Davd

When a teen-aged girl comes to church wearing a mini-skirt, and panty-hose of a colour i remember as approximately what highway workers wear to make themselves especially visible to drivers, I call that shameful. There are many things people can do that are more shameful, to be sure: Abortion of a healthy foetus with the potential to become a capable adult, for instance, bullying, financial deceit, excessive greed, murder—even the seldom mentioned sin of blasphemy. So having said that the girl in her Look! Loook!! tights (which in detailed fact probably were not pantyhose, but like many celibate old men, I don’t carefully record such details) walking forward to receive Eucharist, was mildly rather than extremely shameful in her dress conduct; and having got nods of sad agreement from two middle aged ushers; i wondered how i might write some gentle admonition to modesty…

… when Lo! and behear, on the CBC News the next morning plus one, came an item stating [i report approximately from memory] that some Fredericton schoolgirls had attacked their school’s dress code complaining that it contributed to a rape culture1. Did they seriously believe that displaying their sexuality where it ought not be active, is more modest? Or were they flaunting a privilege girls have [or are politickling to have], and boys have not; to be openly and overtly sexual wherever and whenever and however they please? Is it not obvious that modesty forestalls rather than contributes to, the probability of unwanted sexual attention? Do we see construction workers and boys lounging on street corners, whistling at nuns in traditional “habit” dress? at old-fashioned Muslim women in their equally shape-concealing garb? or at chiquitas in form-fitting tights and T-shirts?

It seems, as of December 1st, that the Fredericton schoolgirls are getting much more media sympathy, at least from some media, than their demands merit. They are not even politickling to loosen the standards for beach attire or dance hall attire (which loosening also can have significant social costs)—these audacious adolescents are claiming the privilege to disrupt the work of the schools (and the churches).

The connection between sexuality display in schools and the Look! Loook!! tights in church, is probably obvious to many readers. My purpose in church, is prayer, reflection, ritual, … which are often grouped together as worship. Men’s eyes (and women’s also) naturally look at some extremely bright colours—which is why highway workers wear them. A healthy pair of adolescent female human legs tends to hold most men’s attention, and even that of some women2, a bit longer. Both the bright colour and the tightly covered legs, detract and distract from the purposes for which we come to church.

In schools, the purpose would be called learning instead of worship, and the disciplines are somewhat different; but the effect of attention grabbing dress (and posture, manner of walking, etc.) is to distract that attention from learning—in school as in church, modesty supports the purposes of the institution and immodesty detracts from them. Immodest dress and conduct, i would make bold to contend, generally reduce the efficiency and sustainability of the society in which they are tolerated. Rather than remove the school dress code, let’s explicate one at least as modest, for churches (where a few decades ago, even teen-aged girls knew better.)

Seems to me it’s time for a lobby group called Shameless Prudes! Prudes {1} because relative to nonsense like “girls should be free to display their sexuality as, and as much as, they choose and boys must behave like eunuchs until specifically invited to respond”, healthy socially beneficial modesty can be called prudish; and {2}because modesty is prudent. Shameless because of the word’s more ordinary usage—that is, for wry surprise value—and because in truth there is no shame, rather much virtue, in modesty, and in school and church dress codes if modesty is not kept without them.

“Shameless” is ordinarily used as a condemning adjective, applied to something for which people ought to be ashamed. If applied to something for which people needn’t be ashamed, it is vacuous—or wry. “Shameless prude” is an absurd phrase if shameless is taken in the ordinary sense, exactly because it is boringly ordinary not to be ashamed of something that is not shameful. (Calling anyone a shameless bus driver, cook, gardener, janitor, etc., is likewise empty of meaning. Bus drivers, cooks, gardeners, janitors, etc., can indeed do shameful things—but their work is not shameful when done in an ordinarily competent way.) If by using the phrase “shameless prudes” wryly, we can get some well deserved attention for the practical value of modesty—let’s do.

Anyone who cares to offer a better name to use when the surprise value has been exploited, is welcome to; i begin with this phrase to frankly, get attention. Modesty and Christian sexual restraint have had far too little attention lately, and even less respect. Serious Muslims and, as best i can estimate, Buddhists and Jews, would agree that women3 should dress modestly in public; this is not a Christian-only concern. I would tentatively suggest that there be Buddhist, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, (probably Native-spiritual, Sikh, etc.) and secular subgroups within “we Shameless Prudes”, and that the overall group be interfaith and more. My main point is that modesty contributes to work and study efficiency (and thus to societal efficiency), to goodwill and harmony between the sexes, and to the wiser choice of mates, whether for marriage or not.

I would rather not see any woman’s display of her sexuality. I’m not looking to remarry, nor to “hook up”—nor to flirt, nor to get entangled in the likes of Genesis, ch. 39.4

I would rather be an old scold than an old fool or an old goat.



1. It should be noted for clarity,. that the phrase “rape culture” as used by such Feminists, is tendentious to the point of fraud. A rape culture approves of a violent crime whose name has been extended by Feminist interests, to many lesser offences and even to consensual sex between two intoxicated persons. “Catcalling”, for instance, is not rape and not close to it, and a culture that indulges in catcalling is not thereby a rape culture. Immodest dress invites catcalling.

2 … whether for Lesbian or comparison purposes, i don’t need to know—but if Lesbian, perhaps it should be confessed to the priest.

3 … and men, but most men are modest while a far larger fraction of women than of men, are not.

4. This chapter tells of the false accusation of Potiphar’s wife against Joesph, and his consequent imprisonment.


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Roast Beef and HomeMade Bread!

.A Hot Meal, a Warm Kitchen .. Harvest is Over and Winter is Near.
(c) 2014, Davd

Home-made bread, baked potatoes, and roast beef: That’s a fine dinner for when you have time to enjoy it at leisure; and to me enjoying it at leisure means at home—mine or a friend’s—not in a “restaurant” where “your table” isn’t your own and the management wants to keep it actively making income. Not in a restaurant from which you have to drive home—and the Law demands, drive home cold sober. Enjoying a good red wine with this fine meal, should not threaten you with a criminal record, nor tax you with a cab fare more costly than the meal.

(It’s a shame, really, that we rural men can’t just go home from a fine dinner with wine, in a horse drawn carriage [or even a mere wagon] and be able to tell any cop who stops us, “but the horse is sober, and the reins are tied around the railing. He’s driving, not me; he knows the way home ….”)

I began making bread at least 40 years ago. I think i’ve made all my own bread for two years or longer. (I’m not flat certain of that; i might have bought a loaf or two of rye bread in the past two years, and somebody did give me a bag of ciabatta buns last year—are those bread or not?—but for the most part, the overwhelmingly most part—the bread i eat is baked in my own kitchen. In the summer, i make “frybread”, usually the kind that is called flour tortillas or chapatis, because having the oven on at a fairly high heat for an hour or so, isn’t welcome when the house is already more than warm enough.)

September, sometimes October is when the baking resumes after the heat of summer: I bake long-rise bread in the shape most often called French or Italian. It has more flavour than most store bread—it’s really good with butter or good margarine, and nothing more. I often have it with garlic-margarine, which is easy to make at home. It can be made with white or whole-wheat flour; i suggest starting with unbleached “white” flour because it’s easier to learn with.

(Whole wheat produces a smaller, denser loaf that’s a little more nourishing and at least as tasty [to me, anyway], but the rises tend to take longer. There’s not as much “leeway”, to make the dough wait while you do something else. When you’ve made a dozen or so batches of white bread, i suggest you give whole wheat a try. It’s heartier, and for instance seems to me to make better ham sandwiches—even peanut butter and jam sandwiches—but i like white bread better with garlic butter. Rye bread?—rye dough is very sticky, and hard to work; so it’s something to tackle only when you have more experience and plenty of kitchen time for the dough.)

’round about the time that the Frost Warnings start to appear in the weather forecasts, is when the idea of a hot electric oven just before dinner time becomes pleasant again, and will stay pleasant until mid-late spring. It’s time to thaw a beef roast [in the fridge], or buy one if there’s a good price on offer. It’s time to get out the big Bread Bowl the next morning after breakfast, or that evening if i want dinner at mid-day, and do a little over half an hour’s work, spread over 10-20 hours time, to produce one of the best dinners a beef eating man can eat.

The timing is worth repetition: If you’re thawing a frozen roast—and frozen beef, protected from the air, can be excellent for roasting when thawed—put it to thaw the morning of the day before you plan to cook it. The bread dough, using my long-rising technique, should be started late in the evening of the day before it’s baked, or in the morning right after breakfast; so by the time you start the bread, the beef roast should be partly thawed but still not completely (unless, of course, it’s one you just recently bought.)

For this technique, the best roast thickness is a generous 3 inches [7-8 cm]. Stores in the Francophone villages near here often cut “roasts” as thin as 4 cm [barely 1½ inches] and any thickness less than 6 cm [a scant 2½ inches] is likely to come out “well done” all the way through. I prefer medium rare, and 3 inches or a little thicker, gives me a roast that is red inside but not bloody. My favourite cut is sirloin; round will roast well also; “strip loin” is tender but more expensive, it tends to have more fat “marbled” in the meat, and the few times i’ve tried it, it didn’t have as much flavour as sirloin. Chuck [sometimes called blade] should be cooked moist, and more slowly; it’s the natural pot roast.

With the beef part-way thawed, sitting in the ‘fridge which is the best place to thaw meat, and a big bowl on some work surface in the kitchen where you can push down hard [and i suggest, don’t use the freezer top because it will tend to be cold] warm up 1 litre [just over one US quart or just less than one UK quart] of water to about body temperature [38-39C, 98-100F]. It can be a little warmer, but if it’s a lot warmer it might kill the yeast. One litre of water will make two big loaves of bread, the shape of French and Italian loaves, that will fit on a single cookie sheet [mine are 40×27 cm in size or about 10½ by 16 inches]. In a compact oven such as i have right now, that cookie sheet leaves just room on the same shelf [wire rack], for a Pyrex glass baking pan that will hold the roast and a couple of potatoes. If you have a big oven, you can try doubling the recipe later; for the first couple of tries, i suggest keeping to two loaves and a roast.

I do mean “big bowl”: Mine is 16″ = 40 cm wide at the top, a little less than half that wide at the bottom, and 6″ = 15 cm high. The one you use should fit in the oven, because in most kitchens the oven will be the best place to put the dough while it’s rising. It should also have plenty of room for the dough to rise. Stainless steel is my favourite material for most kitchen gear, including mixing bowls and cooking pots, and that’s what my big bowl is made of; ceramic or heat-tolerant glass will also do.

When the water is a little above body temperature, pour it in the big bowl. (Water that you saved from cooking pasta will help the dough start rising, by the way, because of the starch suspended in it; but don’t use pasta-cooking water that is turning sour or fermenting—at least, not until you’re ready to try sourdough, which can make delicious bread but can also be very sticky.) Add a generous pinch [half a teaspoon or so] of salt, a teaspoon or two of sugar and of cooking oil, and then mix them all into the water with a big spoon or, if you have one, a whisk. When the oil, salt, and sugar are mixed into the water, add a rounded teaspoon of baker’s yeast. (I buy my yeast in bulk and keep it in the ‘fridge, where it will keep for a year or longer because of the temperature. If you buy yours by the envelope, one envelope should do.) Sprinkle the yeast across the top of the water and let it “proof”, or take up the warm water and begin to come to life. It keeps in the ‘fridge so long, because at ‘fridge temperature, it’s “dormant.”**

The check-list is: Water, salt, sugar, oil, yeast, flour. You can add the salt, sugar, and oil in any order. You can add a wee bit of flour before the yeast, if your big bowl doesn’t have a residue of flour from the last batch of bread; but it probably isn’t necessary and if you used pasta-cooking water it’s definitely not needed. The yeast should go in second-last, the water first, and all but a wee bit of the flour, last… after the yeast has been sprinkled on top of the sugared salted oiled water, and given time to “wake up.”.

While the yeast is softening and waking up, oil your hands with cooking oil, or fat (I suggest not using bacon or ham fat because they have a smoky taste) rubbing it in as you do hand lotion. Cooking oils and fats make good hand lotion, by the way… and for my part, i don’t mind smelling a little like a kitchen. When the oil is rubbed into your skin—you did wash your hands before starting to make the dough, of course—then add a little flour to your hands, and take a measuring cup or a coffee/tea mug for adding flour to the bowl.

(I keep a mug, a narrow bottomed one that looked too easy to tip over if i put tea or coffee in it, in the flour sack; and also, 2-3 bay leaves. The bay leaves repel insects, so the flour won’t get infested; and the mug might as well sit in the flour sack as get washed and dried after each batch of bread, because it is always dry and never touches anything but flour [and maybe the odd bay leaf]. I put the bay leaves on a clean surface while making the dough, and then put them back in the flour bag with the mug when the bread starts to rise as loaves. I close the flour bag with spring clamps—whether they come from an office supply store or a hardware store doesn’t matter as long as they’re clean. Clothes pins aren’t strong enough to hold a 10-kg flour sack closed, though the good ones work OK for a 2 kg sugar bag.)

After 10-20 minutes, the yeast should have expanded from granules to a soft tan covering at the top of the water in the bowl. Now add the flour, a cup or so at a time. As one well known Canadian cookbook put it, you mix the flour and water into a batter [pancakes are fried from the batter consistency] and then by adding more flour, into a dough. A dough is more solid than fluid, but “pliable”: You can work it into a loaf shape, or a cylinder, or a rectangular solid, and it will hold that shape, more or less. If you’ve never made bread dough, it would be a good idea to help somebody who has, the first time you try it; or have somebody experienced come coach you for the dough-making stage.

As the flour-water-yeast-sugar-oil-salt mixture becomes a batter, you’ll notice that the whisk isn’t working as well as a spoon would. Tap the whisk sharply on the edge of the bowl a few times, to shake the batter that clings to it into the bowl; then put it in a can or jar of water to soak, and proceed to stir the batter with a big spoon. As the batter becomes a dough, you’ll notice that the spoon isn’t working as well as you could with your bare hands, so peel the dough off the spoon with those hands, put the spoon with the whisk to soak, and proceed to work the dough to a fairly firm consistency. If there’s a little flour clinging to the bowl, that’s OK; and don’t try to force so much flour into the dough that it starts being “crumbly”. (To repeat: It’s good to have somebody experienced come coach you for the dough-making stage, first time.)

When you’ve got a lump of dough, damp but firm enough to “shape”, in the bowl, shape it into a slightly mounded form, centred in the bottom of the bowl. Sprinkle a wee bit of dry flour on top—less rather than more. Cover it with a clean dry cloth, preferably linen rather than cotton. Put the bowl on top of a cookie sheet, and set them, covered with that cloth, in the oven. Turn the oven on to its lowest heat—less than 150F/60C,—when the light comes on indicating the oven has turned on, that’s enough … and put a tin can or small wide bottom steel bowl, at the bottom of the oven, with an inch or two of water in it so the air where the dough rises is slightly moist. (I prefer the 28-ounce/800ml cans in which i buy tomatoes after my own garden crop runs out.)

Making the dough, for me, is 10-15 minutes of work. Now the yeast goes to work for 3-5 hours, and can work for as long as 8-12, giving the dough its long, first rise. This long rise is part of what makes the bread taste special; and commercial bakeries almost never make long-rising bread because it ties up valuable space for too many hours (and because they don’t want to pay their workers to sit around and wait for a long rise… though maybe they can find the workers other things to do.)

If you started the dough in the evening, you’ll “work it” after the first rise, while making breakfast or right after you eat breakfast. If you started it rising after breakfast, you’ll work it some time after lunch, or perhaps while making lunch. The dough does not need to be worked a long time, in my experience; 5-10 minutes are often enough.

The pattern of “working the dough” is: Fold and press down. When you press down the folded dough, of course it becomes much wider than it is tall, and ready to fold again. Work more slowly rather than in a rush, so the dough can “get itself together” on each fold. You’ll find that while rising, the dough became damper in consistency than when it went into the warm oven; so you’ll add flour—and again, it would be a good idea to help somebody who has made bread for a while, the first time you handle dough; or have somebody experienced come coach you until your first batch of bread starts to bake.

The second rise should take 2-3 hours. When the dough has expanded to at least double its worked-down size, to where you could imagine it shaped into two good-sized loaves, then it’s time to make it into not those ready-to-bake loaves, but worked down into the shapes that will swell into loaves during the final rise.

At each “working”, the dough will take up some more flour. I’m not sure of the scientific reason for that; but i do know that when yeast “eats” sugar [and gradually, yeast converts starch in flour to sugar and “eats” that as well as the little bit of sugar you put in the initial mix], one of the reaction products is—water. Anyway, don’t be surprised when the dough, as you start to work it after the first and second rise, is wetter and stickier than it was when the rise began. Add flour until the consistency is good to work.

When you’ve worked it down at the end of the second rise, you shape it into two loaves [remember, this is based on 1 litre of water and the flour that much water needed, to make good dough]. The loaves should sit crosswise to the longer direction of the cookie sheet, with about twice as much space between them, as between each loaf and the end of the sheet.

Sprinkle a little flour on the cookie sheet before you put the dough-shape on it. Sprinkle a little more flour on top of each loaf. Put the linen cloth on top of the loaves, gently, folded so it covers them pretty well but does not run far beyond any side or end of the metal sheet. Then put the loaves back in the oven, still turned to about as low heat as will still heat at all, for the final rise.

(It is not very important to get the shapes of the loaves “just so.” Bread that tastes good and has its crunchy crust and soft interior, doesn’t really need to have any particular shape. In general, i enjoy loaves that are wider than they are high, biggest-around at the middle of their length, tapering very slightly toward each end until, for the last two inches [5 cm] or so, they form the graceful curved closure shape you know if you see much French and Italian bread.)

Meanwhile, if you don’t have potatoes waiting to be baked, get some from the sack or mound where you keep them for storage, and put them in a small bucket with enough water to cover. After half an hour or longer, the water will have loosened the very thin layer of dirt which it’s good to have on potatoes in storage, but not to eat. Then you can scrub them clean at—let me guess—a rate of two or three per minute… meaning there’s plenty of time to soak and wash potatoes while the loaves are rising, though you can just as well to it earlier. (If you bought potatoes from a store, you probably bought them already washed, and this part of the job will already be done.)

A good baking potato—for these baking conditions—will be up to two inches [5 cm] thick, wider than those two inches, and longer than it is wide. I typically put one such potato at each end of my Pyrex pan, and the beef roast between them, fat side up. If the potatoes push against the beef roast and cause it to stand a little taller in the pan, all the better … unless you have a thicker roast than i usually find in the stores. Pierce the top of each potato at least three times with a fork, four or five won’t hurt. (I find salad forks pierce potatoes more cleanly than many regular forks.)

The loaves are ready to bake when they’ve expanded almost to the size you want them to be when done. (They will expand just a little as they bake.) As with handling the dough, it would be a good idea to have somebody who has made bread several times, help you assess when the loaves are ready to bake, the first time or two.

The old cookbook i started from when i began making my own bread, decades ago, said to bake 50 minutes at 400 F[ahrenheit]. (My oven control is labelled in Fahrenheit, so that’s fine with me.) That temperature and time, i soon learned, cooks a three inch thick roast to a medium rare which i prefer anyway. I usually turn off the oven after about 45 minutes, if the light indicating heating, is off; and if the bread and roast are in the oven a minute or two longer than 50, that should be fine.

When you take the bread out of the oven, put it [still on the cookie sheet] on the stove-top elements, or something that can take heat well above boiling point, and cover the loaves with the same linen cloth. Put the meat and potatoes on a similarly heat-tolerant surface—but in this case, use a wooden board⁂, not metal, because the next and last stage of the cooking process is called “repose”. Cover the meat and potatoes with an upside down baking pan or mixing bowl—whatever’s the right size, clean, and made of thin metal. Glass might crack, a cloth would soak up juice from the meat, and plastic might melt. If the roast is on the thick side or you prefer medium to medium rare, take the bread out first; if you prefer rare or it’s less than three inches thick, take the meat out first.

Let the bread, meat, and potatoes “repose” for about 20 minutes. With the meat pan resting on wood, which doesn’t carry away heat as fast as metal does, as long as half an hour shouldn’t hurt. While the hot food is reposing, have your salad or soup course… or cook the vegetable[s]. Steamed broccoli, Brussels sprouts, carrots, cauliflower; frozen spinach heated just to boiling, or maybe boiled beets or peas, are what i’d choose… but sometimes, if i have lettuce and some tomatoes, i’d make a lettuce and tomato salad. Even carrot-raisin salad goes well with this meal, but i prefer broccoli, spinach, or lettuce-and-tomato salad. (Green beans are good too, steamed with mushrooms; but they’re not likely to be available fresh from the garden when the weather is cold enough for baking bread in the kitchen.)

This meal is worthy of a good red table wine—i prefer Merlot and Pinot Noir, which i make from kits, aged a year or longer. Rather than drink the whole bottle, if you’re eating alone, i recommend you save at least half for when you are enjoying the leftover roast beef.

That’s a good point on which to wind up one of the longest food blogs i’ll write: Like many techniques of cooking i write about, this one produces food enough to serve yourself plus some guests—or to enjoy some mighty fine leftovers. On the day i completed this in first draft, for instance, lunch was leftover baked potatoes with cheese and a little chive… warmed slightly in a frying pan, on low heat, until the cheese on top of them started to melt. Another meal was sliced roast beef and bread that had soaked up the drippings in the glass roasting pan. I don’t remember what the vegetables were, but i did have a deep red home grown apple.

The skills involved in this technique are not difficult to master. It is easier to learn them with an experienced bread maker for your coach, the first time or two; but that’s because they involve subjective observations rather than the kind that can be expressed in numbers: The moistness and texture of dough, the size of loaves when they’re ready to bake—these are things i can’t quantify, and you can’t measure with ordinary kitchen equipment—but you can learn them and it’s not so very difficult. Chili is a little easier to explain in writing, but it too has its “experiential” aspects.

This won’t be my last “Bachelor cooking” blog, but it may be a milestone of sorts: When you can present your guests with roast beef, baked potatoes, and fresh bread for dinner, indeed when you can sit down at your own table and enjoy them alone—and have mastered fish poached in homemade salsa, chicken cacciatore, spiced apple porridge, well-fried meat to go with that porridge, pea soup, homemade pasta sauce, black beans with bay leaf and onion, and the vegetable handling techniques i’ve posted—you’ve achieved a level of cooking such as my father and grandmother, both of them better cooks than my mother, taught me. You’ve probably gained the kitchen confidence any man smart enough to get a trade license, ought to have—and from what i hear this past few years, you’ve become a better cook than most women under 50.

If i think about that a minute, it occurs to me that there’s a conflict between the “job” that Governments have come to brag about “creating”, and good cooking. The hours that i let the yeast work while i do something else, and the minutes i spend working the dough, are available to a [wo]man who works at home, but not to a typical “wage slave” whose employer is miles from his kitchen. I became a regular bread maker while “self employed.” Egad! Perhaps the reason i grew up hearing that women cooked and men didn’t (though in my family, the best cooks were of both sexes) was an artifact of “the heyday of the job”… and if it’s not that simple overall, it is true that a man who goes his own way, alone or with some buddies, can eat well from the work of his own hands.

I mean to continue posting, from time to time, techniques of good cooking with a men’s perspective. There’s one i have almost ready, that’s as easy as this one is complex… so if you’re a pickle eater, and have fridge space, save the brine.



The bottom crust can get thick and rather hard. Doubling the cookie sheet is a trick you can try; but so far, i don’t think it adds as much as it subtracts; and the crust doesn’t get scorched, so much as thick and crunchy. Rarely, if a bit of crust is especially hard, i might give it to my wolfmutt Fritz. He has an impressive, powerful set of teeth.


* I don’t heat the house until the temperature in the main room gets down to 16 or so.

** I know that some yeast is labelled as “instant.” Since that word “instant” doesn’t make biological sense to me, i let the yeast have 10-20 minutes on top of the warm water, to wake up and change form from little granules to a tan soft covering over the water. Then i add the flour.

Don’t set a baking hot pan on a plastic cutting board, or a plastic table or counter top. It might even stink enough, melting, to spoil the taste of the food. A cutting board, or a scrap of plywood or board from the workshop, ought to work safely, and leave the roast and potatoes at eating temperature rather than too cold, after 20-30 minutes. (This is one reason i use a Pyrex glass baking pan for the roast and potatoes. Another is that it doesn’t scorch their bottoms while baking as metal might do.)

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Easy Garlic Butter:

..or Margarine:
(draft) 2014, Davd

Soon i will post a technique for baking bread, potatoes, and a beef roast together, which has made me many a fine meal (worthy of a good red wine.) The bread it makes goes very well with garlic butter, and so, i thought, i should first tell readers who don’t know, how to make garlic butter.

It’s quite easy: You’ll need a cutting board (oak is best, cedar is good), a sharp knife (if you have a “vegetable knife”, that’s probably best), a frying pan (or a ceramic mug and a woodstove, which is what i use), some butter or quality margarine, and a “clove” of garlic. Cut off the root-end of the garlic and chop it fine. Put the chopped garlic in the pan or mug, add the butter or margarine (try a half cup, or “eyeball it”)* and heat gently on the stove. If the stove is electric, you should use a frying pan, and stainless steel is as good as cast iron for this job: Turn the heat on quite low. If you have a woodstove, stand the mug or frying pan on a spot where the heat is relatively mild. The butter or margarine should melt, but not boil. (There is water in butter and especially in margarine.)

Once it melts, the fat-water mixture will probably separate; but still, somehow, the flavour of the garlic will gradually work its way into them both. (Stir it back together a few times with a fork, to make sure the fat gets its garlic.) Give it at least 15 minutes melted but not boiling, and if you have a place where you can leave it longer, an hour is better. Then you can let it cool; the fat will solidify on top of the water.

If you have fresh or frozen chives handy, adding some, cut about a half centimetre [less than ¼”; and the right length to cut chives for freezing] long, seems to me to make it even better.

Just as the fat is solidifying, if you want, you can mix it and the water back together with a fork. (A spoon doesn’t work nearly as well—just as a spoon doesn’t work as well for stirring spaghetti while it boils.) I usually leave them separate, spread the fat on bread, and add the fluid to something like pasta sauce or beef soup, or a marinade, whose flavour it will improve .

On the West Coast, cracked (Dungeness or Pacific) crab and garlic bread are considered a gourmet meal. Here on the East Coast, lobster is [imho] at least as good dipped in warm garlic butter as with mayonnaise; and snow crab also goes well with garlic bread and dipped in garlic butter. Fried or grilled chicken filet [“white” meat] is also good dipped in garlic butter. You can even have pasta, hot, dressed just with garlic butter… and i’ll be surprised if you don’t think of more and more uses.

I’ve made myself a note to grow more garlic in next summer’s garden.


* How much garlic to how much margarine or butter, is a matter of taste; if the result you get seems too strong for your liking, you can warm it up again and add more margarine or butter.


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No Fair Approving Violence Against Me

… by omission:
(c) 2014, Davd

Is there any good reason, dammit, why i am a more legitimate target for violence, than a woman of my age, size, or strength?

Michael Enright, in his opinion statement1 which began the CBC “Sunday Edition” for November 2nd, made what has become a conventional demand to “stop/end violence against women.” I thought of writing him and recommend “Angry Harry”s blog and more generally, the Voice for Men site.

But Michael Enright’s radio editorial is a very recent, relatively visible example among thousands that have condemned violence against women and by omission, implied that violence against men, including me—and himself, by the way—isn’t so bad. I should not pick on him. Advocates of nonviolence should not pick on either of us.

I’m more likely, personally, to be a victim than a perpetrator of violence. When i was in my thirties, that was hard for many people to believe2. Now that i am in my seventies, it ought to be easy, because old men are not so strong, not so fast, not so well coordinated as young. There are millions of women who could ‘beat me up’, now that i’m old.

(I intend to follow up this short blog, with a longer one about specifics, but I want to keep this one short and to the point that opposing violence against only one sex, implicitly tolerates, or even approves, violence against the other—against my sex. I do oppose violence against anyone—and then, like most people, i make exceptions, of which the most common, for me and i believe for most people, is self-defence.)

Why is violence against a middle-aged or younger woman, worse than violence against me? Why is violence against any woman, worse than violence against me?

Why is bullying a teen-aged girl, worse than bullying a teen-aged boy?

If the answer truly is “It’s not worse; male humans have as much right to freedom from attack as female humans”—then we should say so.

We should not encourage violence against women—nor against men, nor boys, nor girls. We should not, especially not, tolerate nor approve violence against me and my sex, by omission.


1. The “Sunday Edition” normally begins with such an opinion statement.

2. When i was in my thirties, the reason i was more likely was my reluctance to do violence to others; now that i am in my seventies, the more obvious reason is my age (the reluctance still holds.)


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Movember Masturbation Message:

..Not Only Won’t It Make You Go Blind—It Might Lower Your Risk Of Cancer:
(c) 2014, Davd

This is not a joke; it is serious medical advice which i and at least one friend, have received from physicians: If you do not regularly have sexual intercourse to ejaculation, masturbation can give your prostate valuable exercise and lower your risk of prostate cancer.

The older you are, the more likely masturbation will help you—not because younger men have less need of prostate exercise, but because younger men are more likely to get that exercise via intercourse. If you are young and not “sexually active”, then masturbation might be especially valuable to you; because when men get prostate cancer in old age, it usually develops slowly enough that something else kills them before prostate cancer.* Men who get prostate cancer in youth or middle age are more likely to die from it.

During the past several years, i’ve read at least twice, statements that breastfeeding infants lowers a woman’s risk of breast cancer. Mammary tissues function to make milk, and giving them the exercise of making milk which is then sucked out by infants, reduces the risk that they will “go cancerous.”

Breast cancer isn’t our worry; prostate cancer, is. Prostate tissues function to make semen, the fluid that supports and transports sperm. If making and delivering milk protects breast tissues from cancer [not absolutely but significantly] there’s a fairly strong analogy to imply that getting your prostate to make and deliver semen, will protect it from cancer [not absolutely but significantly]. If you are married or cohabiting, there’s a good chance that you will have intercourse at least once or twice per week, until about retirement age. If you are not, two well respected physicians have said to two different men, it’s valid health promotion to masturbate enough to produce 1-2 ejaculations per week.

“Movember” stands for growing moustaches to raise prostate cancer awareness. I have a moustache—and full beard—all year ’round. I encourage men who read this and don’t usually have a moustache, to grow one; and i encourage those of you who do not already ejaculate at least once a week, also to talk with your G.P.** about prostate activity. My guess is that most who ask, will be told that one or two ejaculations per week, are better for prostate health than none.

What this blog won’t include is how-to. I’m convinced that when i write about how to cook salsa picante and chicken cacciatore, or cut up a cabbage to serve as three good winter vegetables, each technique will “do a good job”. Some readers might want to use less oregano or chili powder than i do, some other readers might want to use more; but the techniques produce good results. With masturbation, a technique that works for Alan might not work for Bill, one that works for Alan and Bill might not work for Charlie and Doug, etc. My technique for making salsa picante will work for anyone who can perform it. So while i’d encourage other men who are more expert about masturbation than i am, to hold Movember masturbation workshops, and might show up in solidarity if there’s one locally, i will not teach the subject. (You could say that, though in the interests of prostate health, i am a masturbator, i am not a master masturbator. In the cases of cooking and gardening, i might accept that kind of compliment …)

Usually i tend to agree with that American maxim, anything worth doing is worth doing well. When i cook, i want to cook well; when i garden, i want to garden well; when i write, i want to write well. I’m not very skilled at car mechanics, so i pay someone else who is. But face it, guys—paying someone else to masturbate for you, isn’t an option. What i need, according to those physicians, is one or two ejaculations per week. For a combination of “religious reasons” and most women my age being less than eye-stopping attractive, i don’t expect to replace masturbation with intercourse any time soon—probably not at all. So, mediocre masturbation is worth while for health reasons, and becoming a master masturbator doesn’t seem worth the effort if once or twice a week is often enough. (Cooking once or twice a week, where i live, would mean not eating nearly often enough.)

We men can be glad of two things at least: Masturbation doesn’t lead to overpopulation, nor to an 18-25 year responsibility for what starts out as a baby. To exercise her mammary functions, a woman has to give birth; and having borne and breastfed a baby, she has become responsible for a child. Children, in my opinion, are charming, lovable, and well worth having and rearing; but the human population of the Earth is already too large, and motherhood is too much for some women. Rare is the man for whom masturbation is “too much.” Indeed, masturbation might be the prudent, wise alternative for men who consider the risks of misandric divorce laws, and of STDs, perhaps even of false accusations.

If you haven’t been giving your prostate enough exercise lately, Movember means more than just not shaving your upper lip.


* So i heard from a physician (which i am not). I don’t know how valuable prostate exercise is for adolescent boys; but scbool health and Phys Ed teachers ought to. If they don’t know now, they should find out: Prostate health is important and as of what we know this year, masturbation is the main thing for sexually inactive grown-men to do about it.

Looks like boys should not be ashamed of masturbating!

** General Practitioner, often called “family doctor.” There are millions of ‘doctors’ who are not medical practitioners, among whom Albert Einstein, Billy Graham, and David Suzuki are famous examples, and i am a not-so-famous example: Our doctorates (and those of most professors and researchers) are not in the field of medicine.

If you don’t have a physician you go to regularly, contact your local Men’s Centre, Men’s Rights group, etc.

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Some Confusing Worldly Nonsense:

… and Some Friendly Words for Muslims (and Jews):
(c) 2014, Davd

I have no sympathy for the vicious violence of the “Islamic State”* toward non-Muslims and sometimes toward non-Sunni Muslims. I hoped for a while that the worldwide leadership of Islam could discipline them as i heard they once disciplined the “Nation of Islam” in the United States. I was not present when it happened, obviously; the story that came to me was that when “Elijah Muhammad” and his “Nation of Islam” were condemning “White” America, the imams of world Islam somehow got together, “called them on the prayer carpet”, as it were, and said:
-1- Islam welcomes all races and treats all races as equal.
-2- You are welcome to call yourselves Bilali in honour of the first Black Muslim—to honour your own race—but not to hate other races.

From what i heard, the negotiations succeeded. Mind you, the Bilalis did not have one tenth the military hardware that “the Islamic State” has captured from less passionate armies in Syria and Iraq, nor had they done one tenth of the violence the “Islamic State” has done this year. But the older story is worth remembering, to remind us that the traditional Muslim greeting, Salaam, translates peace—indeed, it and the Hebrew Shalom are basically the same word pronounced a little differently.

My friends over the decades have included a few dozen Jews and at least a dozen Muslims. None of them seemed the sort who would kill anyone for following another faith or no faith at all. They might feel superior, in a way, because they regarded their faith as the best; but they were willing to let me regard mine as the best, also.

Let me picture for you, a few hours in the life of a Muslim family that does not hate.

I cooked two slices of bacon for breakfast one day last winter; and on the package was a brand name, Western, and a simplified picture of a bovine head—more likely a steer than a cow, i suppose, but that doesn’t matter much. Cattle ranching is a Western rather than an Eastern activity in North America; the head with its bovine outline and horns is thus a symbol of the brand name—to Canadians and Americans who grew up here. It might be confusing to people who can’t read the words, though.

Here was a package of smoked pork with a cattle symbol on it. Imagine some new Muslim or Jewish immigrant shopping for food, who looks at the package, doesn’t read the label because is his first language is Arabic, his second is Spanish, and he’s only learned a few hundred words of English so far. Bacon isn’t one of those words. He can see that the package contains meat, rather fatty but it looks to be smoked, so the fat can be used for cooking. The price, which he can read, is less than three dollars for a half kilo. And the picture is of a bovine—a clean animal, one that Islam and Judaism bless for food.

Oops! Imagine poor Yusuf, bringing home the bacon to his sister and brother-in-law, who do know English pretty well. This is pig meat, and Islam [and Judaism] do not bless pigs for food. First they are shocked that he could do such a thing… but they are not stupid, they know that Yusuf is only six weeks in Canada and does not read English—and they see the picture on the package. They start to laugh. Fatima hugs her brother and Abdul pats him on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Yusuf,” Fatima says through tears of laughter. “We can take this to the atheists in the next apartment, and exchange it for two kilos of sugar; the money is not even wasted. And the picture on the package, yes, in a way it is a lie—but the purpose was not to deceive anyone.

“Omar, come here and practice your Arabic, explaining to Uncle Yusuf why they would put the picture of a cow on a package of pig meat. And then Uncle Yusuf can help you with your differential calculus homework.”

– – – – –

* The CBC seems to insist on referring to them as “ISIS”, which is needlessly offensive. Isis was a goddess of Ptolemaic Egypt, based on Hathor, the cow-moon goddess, mixed with some Greek and perhaps Persian goddesses through a process scholars call theocrasia. [H. G. Wells, The Outline of History, v I, 1949, p. 385] To be named after a “pagan goddess” is needlessly offensive to any Muslim sect.


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Privilege Freely Given:

..The Only Legitimate Kind?
(c) 2014, Davd

There is an ugly—not very ugly, but unwelcome—pair of tire tracks through the edge of my prayer garden, past the \_ shaped herb bed to the front of the porch where it meets the deck. They display as two grooves in the grass-and-clover lawn, not as bare dirt nor gravel; but i’d much rather the lawn’s surface were something between elegant very gradual curvatures, and the slight roughness which the winter freezes and spring thaws seem to impose on the local ground surface.

Those tracks betray the passage of machinery where i would much prefer that only feet pass; bare in the warmest days of summer, and shod at other times. I would rather the prayer garden be walked, and only walked …
… but i wouldn’t rather exclude crippled men who do the best they can despite their handicaps, and want to pray and reflect here. The tracks don’t go all over the garden, they come through from the edge toward Claude’s home to the nearest doorway.

Claude loves machinery more than i do; and he gets around using an ATV that i’ve called “his wheelchair” for two years or so. I prefer skis, a bicycle, and walking boots; but they wouldn’t serve him as well as they have served me.

If Claude had to walk here from his house—a little more than 400 metres away—he would come far less often and arrive in far more pain. His knees are severely arthritic; he wears a back brace which he needs because of a work injury; i cannot remember seeing “a spring in his step.” Sure, it would do him good to lose weight (and it would do me good to lose about half as much weight; i’m on the stout side myself), but would i serve him or the cause of brotherhood by nagging and scolding, better than by occasional gentle wry references to our mutual overweight? I don’t think so.

I do think letting him have the privilege of defacing the prayer garden lawn for 10-20 metres of that 400+, so he can come to talk and pray, “is the lesser of two evils”; or more precisely, is an unwelcome bother for me, that frees Claude from an evil consequence of his work injury and his arthritis. I grant him a privilege i would not grant to an able bodied man, from compassion for his weaknesses and respect for his diligence and good work.

Claude has been Grand Knight of the local Knights of Columbus, and he’s one of the men with whom their priest confers about local concerns. He fixes equipment for his brothers and some other folks along the road, much as my grandfather did for his neighbours sixty and seventy years ago. Often when he goes somewhere to run errands, he asks me if i’d like to ride along. Considering his handicaps, he’s quite a contributor.

If by some marvel of modern medicine, Claude were to gain freedom from his back injuries and his arthritis, so that he could walk with a spring in his step, i might start telling him, “so leave the ATV outside the prayer garden and it’ll look that much better.” I might also walk him ‘way back into the forest to look at some reforestation problems and techniques. But i don’t have the power to heal by command, that the Scriptures report Jesus and some of his Apostles had; and it looks like modern medicine can’t heal him either. I have to deal with him crippled, the way he is now, and respect how much he does in spite of his handicaps.

Respect for what he contributes and compassion for his handicaps, are the basis for his privilege. One or the other, alone, might not persuade me to privilege “the next man”*. It was a personal decision to welcome him on his 4-wheel-drive wheelchair, rather than insist he walk; and not one i would trust to a bureaucracy.

I can sympathize with those who hope and who argue for a world without privilege. I expect to write “against” privileges that i regard as undeserved, in the coming months. Before condemning some privileges, i thought it might be good context to write about a privilege i myself, freely grant to a hard working, good hearted, crippled old man—and to emphasize, “freely grant”.

If enforced rather than freely granted, privileges become something different. Perhaps, much as taxes one must pay differ from voluntary donations to charity.

There is more than one basis for privilege; and so there is more than one kind of privilege. A privilege enforced by law, by threat of punishment and often of violence, a privilege imposed rather than freely granted, puts the privilege holder “above”, and denigrates, those who lack that privilege. A privilege granted in respect and compassion for the recipient, denigrates no one, and indeed raises both granter and recipient, one for showing generosity and one for evoking it.

I suggest as a principle, that imposed privileges are illegitimate.


* For reasons based in Orthodox Christian doctrine, i am sexually abstinent and avoid the unchaperoned company of women; so while a women might be welcomed here chaperoned, a more general welcome applies to other Christian men.

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Harvest Tomato Sauce for Pasta:

..So your tomato plants gave you a good crop and you hate to waste any?
… and what’s worse, the frost is about to kill your basil?

(c) 2014, Davd

Winter’s coming, soon (unless you’re reading this from the tropics, or the Southern Hemisphere.) The maple leaves have turned a range of reds and oranges and over half the birch leaves are yellow. Even one of the bur-oaks on the downhill side of the orchard has mostly yellow leaves on it. The cucumber and bean plants died mid September in a hard frost—a frost 3-4 degrees warmer than the average January daily-high temperature around here. I protected two short rows of tomatoes and picked the rest the day before that killing frost. Those last two rows came in at the end of September, with -4C predicted and the tomato leaves yellowing.

There’s a time lag, of course, between the growing and the eating. With leaf lettuce, sweet corn, and cucumbers, it should be kept to as few minutes as practical; while with apples it can stretch to several months and the fruit will still taste fresh. (Cabbage can be stored very similarly to apples, and last winter, i wrote about how to use one stored cabbage as 2-3 different winter vegetables. Fairly similar storage techniques work with beets, carrots, and potatoes—of which only carrots are eaten raw.) The time lag allows us to eat tomatoes and cucumbers in late September and early October—but not in June, unless we have a
greenhouse, though June is warmer. So September cooking and salad making uses summer vegetables from the garden, and winter comes to the kitchens of Canada in October and November.

Once carried indoors, tomatoes should be used sooner rather than later; and at this time of year good gardeners are likely to have more than they want to eat fresh. They can be frozen in their skins, but that merely postpones the work of cooking them1. It’s more compact to cook those tomatoes into pasta sauce or salsa-picante, and either “can”2 them in jars or freeze them in margarine tubs or some such plastic containers—and if you do it now, you’re more likely to be able to include basil.

I’ve already written about making salsa-picante and chili from canned tomatoes. Use fresh tomatoes and they’ll be as good, or better. (In making chili, a blender does a better job than a “food processor” [motorized chopper], of cutting fresh or frozen tomatoes into a semi-smooth state. For making salsa picante, the motorized chopper is better if you have one, but a blender can be made to work. For making pasta sauce, the blender does the better job—you want it more smooth than chunky—but the chopper can reduce the chunks small enough to work fine. It’s the flavour that matters most.

For Italian tomato dishes, three seasonings are standard: Oregano, onion, and basil. This being Canada rather than Italy, basil can be scarce and expensive; but at this time of year, i usually have a decent supply of “spice basil”—a hardier, less succulent, somewhat stronger-flavoured close relative of the Sweet Basil that is what you usually see in markets and gardening stores. I grow them both: Spice basil outdoors as a companion for tomatoes, and sweet basil in pots on the deck or porch. Spice basil can survive down to freezing [0 Celsius, 32 Fahrenheit] while sweet basil starts to die at +4C [about 39F] and needs to be taken into the porch when spice basil is safe outside. I use the sweet basil leaves in tomato sandwiches and maybe salads, and the spice basil in cooking, for the most part; but sweet basil certainly will serve well for cooking also.

Basil, then, is optional in this sauce—use it if you have it. To give the sauce plenty of flavour with or without basil, i add liveche (Levisticum officinale, a celery-like herb with a richer flavour—so if you don’t have it, substitute celery leaves [fresh or dried], cut-up coarser celery stems, or add “celery seed” which keeps like dry herbs generally) and hot paprika.; and if there’s no basil, i’m almost certain to add garlic. I might use garlic and basil in the same sauce.

The job starts with the tomatoes: Cut them in quarters or eighths and “blend” until it’s not quite as smooth in consistency as you want the final sauce to be. I have my blender jar marked just above the ¾ litre mark, at the level for the volume of a 28-ounce [.796 litre] can—the size can of tomatoes i buy. That way, i can use the seasoning quantities that work with one can of crushed or diced tomatoes. If i have a big harvest to cook up, i can make double, triple, even quadruple batches.

You can put fresh basil (leaves and flower stalks, not stems) into the blender with the tomatoes, and it will chop up the basil fairly well. Unless you live in India, the US Gulf Coast, Northern Australia etc.—somewhere that is sub-tropical or tropical, and wet rather than desert or Mediterranean—basil will be hard work to grow and you’ll be thinking “how much do I need?” rather than “how much can I put in without wasting it?”

Chive, oregano and liveche are hardy enough that most Canadians can use “plenty” and feel comfortable about it. In Climate Zone 4 and warmer zones, all three will winter over with a little mulch for protection. Chive has been known to winter over where the lowest temperatures go below -50C [-55F]. Greek Oregano—a pungent flavourful variety as well as hardy—and liveche [Levisticum officinale] probably aren’t hardy in Zone 3, but in Zone 4 i’ve wintered them both, several years now. Both dry well for winter use. (I hang mine in bunches in the woodshed, which is dry and shaded. If they don’t dry crisp enough for hand crumbling, they might be too damp for jar storage, so i “finish dry” them for a few hours in a sunny porch window.)

I recommend scissoring all three into the cooking pot, rather than try to chop them in a blender3. Chives must be fresh or frozen, not dried. Liveche and oregano can be added dried and crumbled, at the rate of one high-rounded soup spoon per .8 litres of tomatoes. (After you have tried the amounts i suggest here, use your own likings to decide whether to increase them, decrease them, or stay with the suggestions. I haven’t yet cooked a tomato sauce with so much chives that i said to myself “Less chives next time”—but that’s me. You might have different tastes.)

I add one low-rounded teaspoon of hot paprika, and half a teaspoon of salt. I then bring the mixture to a gentle boil, and simmer it for about ten minutes—longer won’t likely hurt, but i enjoy a fresh tomato taste when cooking from my garden.

My late September test batch—to verify the technique for this blog—was made with Scotia tomatoes, fresh chive and spice basil, mostly dried liveche and oregano, and [of course] dried hot paprika. Though the sauce looked to be a relatively small amount for the pasta, the flavour was rich and tangy, fit to serve to a guest and to enjoy several times a week—even without mushrooms.

This sauce is also very good with white rice4—I tried the combination for the sake of this “post”, and was actually surprised how well they go together. Since pasta presently costs a bit less “on sale” than rice, and has a higher protein content; and since rice with salsa picante is also very good, and a good deal better than pasta with salsa picante; i don’t expect to use this sauce with rice in most situations… but if you’ve rice handy, and not pasta, it can substitute well.

For a second “trial”, i added a few sautéed Suillus mushrooms to the sauce (with spaghetti) and wished i’d added even more. Several kinds of edible wild mushrooms are good with pasta and tomato sauce, as are “grocery store mushrooms”… and if the grocery store mushrooms are very expensive, the sauce is good with pasta only.

If you read back over the text, you’ll see several ways you can vary the seasonings in this technique; and the final “arbiter” should be your likings and those of the folks who share your meals. I’ve developed my version to be tangy and savory, with a fresher taste when the sauce is done, than canned tomatoes can produce. Having made chicken cacciatore with both fresh and canned tomatoes, i expect the seasonings and amounts given here, will work with canned crushed or diced tomatoes when i’ve eaten up the home-grown, some time toward the end of the year…

… but the harvest version, i also expect, will be the best. If you like this sauce as much as i do, when you try it; then i suggest you make plenty while the herbs and tomatoes are fresh, and freeze or ‘can’ a few pints for the coming winter.


1. Nobody i know eats a frozen and thawed tomato, “raw”: The texture is not appealing.

2. In the Atlantic provinces, people refer to “bottling” food in sealed jars. To me, a bottle is a container from which the contents must be poured because the neck is too small to accept a spoon; and any glass container from which things can be spooned is a jar—in function, a re-usable can made out of glass. When i refer to bottling, the substance going into the bottles pretty well must be a liquid, such as beer, wine, cider, and the mehu concentrate produced by steam juice extraction, and the bottle is closed by a cork or cap rather than a lid.

3. Blenders will chop chives, basil, fresh oregano, and liveche when making mayonnaise; the oil makes the mixture thick enough that the blender knives can cut through the soft plant material. When making this pasta sauce, only the basil cut really well.

4. Brown rice is more nutritious than white, but it is also about twice as expensive around here—and it will keep only a few months, while white rice will keep a few years—so i usually cook white rice. Ideally, if i had an abundance of free time, i’d get a “pasta machine” and make whole wheat pasta.


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