Lucien Pissarro (1863 – 1944)
wood engraving in black on Japan paper, 16.3 cm x 23.8 cm
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation)
Since once again St Patrick’s Day falls on a Friday in Lent….the Cardinal has said it’s alright for Bostonians to eat Corned Beef and green veg/beer of their choice. I will NOT be having Mac and Cheese….read more:
Macaroni is not the least bit Irish. Calling it Mac only makes it sound like it is.
But if you are Irish and Catholic, St. Patrick’s Day comes smack dab in the middle of Lent and if it’s on a Friday night , no less, even if you are in the Archdioceses of Boston and even if St Patrick is the Patron saint of the Archdiocese and even if there is dispensation for corned beef and cabbage……you might very well be having macaroni and cheese for supper.
I don’t remember the details. We had plenty of St Patrick’s Days with Corned Beef and Cabbage but this one was most notably not one of those. Was my Irish father working late? He loved his corned beef and cabbage, especially if corned beef would lead to corned beef hash….
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Van Gogh, Still Life with a Plate of Onions, January 1889. Oil on canvas, 50 x 64 cm. Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo.
This might very well be the Introduction, or perhaps the Preface to “Do You REALLY Live Here? My Life as a Pilgrim”.
I’ve been studying Thanksgiving professionally since 1980.
Semi-professionally since the Kennedy administration. My first area of expertise was the relish tray, specifically black olives,
the canned pitted ones that fit over your fingertips so you can wiggle them at your brothers.
My brothers were never the least bit squeamish, but they’ve always kept a respectable distance from black olives.
That first year of professional study was a fluke – a 10 week position as a Pilgrim at Plimoth Plantation.
I wasn’t going to make a CAREER out of it, and end up in Food Network Magazine’s Odd Job or anything…
How about a throwback to Thanksgiving? I hereby that Throwback Thurdays will be Thanksgiving themed here at Foodways Pilgrim
Here I am on How2heroes about…
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When I started this blog – three years ago today – I hadn’t even registered that it was the day after the Winter Solstice – the day the light GROWS
Each day will be longer, each night shorter – more light, less darkness.
here comes the sun
Rare Iron Pie Crimper/jag with Whale-Tail Handle and 1794 Large Cent Wheel, American, first half 19th century, with notched border and distinctive semi-circular tail reminiscent of a whale’s tail, the wheel composed of an altered American 1794 large cent with depiction of Lady Liberty. Typical wear. L 5 1/2″.
Sometimes I choose what to write. Sometimes it chooses me.I’ve had lots of pie events lately, so pie has been on my brain. Pie, pie accessories, pie recipes….I was going to write about pie jags….or cookies….or some combination thereof….
pie jags lead to just plain jag….
A dish of rice and beans.
I didn’t know about jag until I moved to Plymouth, where it is so common to be customary on any sort of potluck table. Sometimes with beans, sometimes with pease, sometimes with linguica or other tube meat – always hits the spot.
Paula Peters wrote about it years ago in the Cape Cod Times Finding the Recipe for jag and more recently Paula Marcoux wrote about Jagacida for edible South Shore and South Coast Magazine. And here’s a wordpress blogger who writes of three generations of jag
I have rice, and an onion, and beans instead of pease…..and a pot to cook it in and some smoked paprika. Time to put on the rice and beans.
A Thanksgiving to God, for his HouseLord, Thou hast given me a cellWherein to dwell,A little house, whose humble roofIs weather-proof:Under the spars of which I lieBoth soft, and dry;Where Thou my chamber for to wardHast set a guardOf harmless thoughts, to watch and keepMe, while I sleep.Low is my porch, as is my fate,Both void of state;And yet the threshold of my doorIs worn by th’ poor,Who thither come and freely getGood words, or meat.Like as my parlour, so my hallAnd kitchen’s small;A little buttery, and thereinA little bin,Which keeps my little loaf of breadUnchipp’d, unflead;Some brittle sticks of thorn or briarMake me a fire,Close by whose living coal I sit,And glow like it.Lord, I confess too, when I dine,The pulse is Thine,And all those other bits, that beThere plac’d by Thee;The worts, the purslain, and the messOf water-cress,Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent;And my contentMakes those, and my beloved beet,To be more sweet.‘Tis Thou that crown’st my glittering hearthWith guiltless mirth;And giv’st me wassail-bowls to drink,Spic’d to the brink.Lord, ’tis Thy plenty-dropping handThat soils my land;And giv’st me, for my bushel sown,Twice ten for one;Thou mak’st my teeming hen to layHer egg each day;Besides my healthful ewes to bearMe twins each year;The while the conduits of my kineRun cream, for wine.All these, and better, Thou dost sendMe, to this end,That I should render, for my part,A thankful heart,Which, fir’d with incense, I resign,As wholly Thine;But the acceptance, that must be,My Christ, by Thee.
More on the Pie of Hawley!
The Hawley Gentlemen’s Pie and Tart Extravaganza took place on a rainy day—but the dampness didn’t seem to affect anyone’s fun.
The pies arrived on time.
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