I am posting a Monday instead of Sunday Supper offering.
We are having a meeting of our literary group, and I am cooking.
We are reading G. M. Hopkins, in a certain phase. We are having “spaghetti al seminario” and a wine tasting as well.
I am posting a Monday instead of Sunday Supper offering.
We are having a meeting of our literary group, and I am cooking.
We are reading G. M. Hopkins, in a certain phase. We are having “spaghetti al seminario” and a wine tasting as well.
“This blog is rather like a fusion of the Baroque ‘salon’ with its well-tuned harpsichord around which polite society gathered for entertainment and edification and, on the other hand, a Wild West “saloon” with its out-of-tune piano and swinging doors, where everyone has a gun and something to say. Nevertheless, we try to point our discussions back to what it is to be Catholic in this increasingly difficult age, to love God, and how to get to heaven.” - Fr. Z

Please accept my thanks for suggesting carrots as a sweetener in tomato and other acid soups and sauces. Most weeks I’ll cook 5# carrots in a pressure cooker in two sessions. One use is to eat immediately and the other is to add to other dishes.
Salutationes omnibus.
Hopkins. Yes, there’s a rich fare for the linguistic palate, at once lush, chaste, soaring, and humble…gee, wonder what form of the Mass he celebrated? :)
What poems by Hopkins? Surely “The Windhover”. What else? My favorites: “The Wreck of the Deutschland” — good for this season of Lent — and “The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo”. And see his sermon on the Sacred Heart.
Be right over!
Actually my 17 y/o son and I have been discussing Francis Thompson of late and The Hound of Heaven. We will be having Stroganoff for dinner; I will enjoy some Gnarly Head old vine Zin. Bought it because the name was funny- find it rather deliciously plummy.
some day a primer on what pasta goes with which sort of sauce would help!
For my money, the best Hopkins poem for Lent (or pre-Lent) is “The Habit of Perfection” (1866) — a lovely lyric about fasting and self-denial.
I just ate lasagna.
At least Strozzapreti (“priest choker” in Italian) Spaghetti isn’t on the menu.
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I’m attempting your Rainbow trout and fennel recipe, and I stress the attempting part seeing how despite going to two grocery stores I could only get three of the ingredients: olive oil, an onion, and a lemon. It’s not even rainbow trout; it’s fillets of some random fish I’ve never heard of. I fear what the results will be. I’ve never had to make so many substitutions before.
APX: never fear! It’ll be great!
Fr Z: Anything is great when you’ve been living off spaghettini with ground beef and mushroom soup sauce. (FYI: Mushroom soup is the answer to all life’s cooking disasters.)
Actually, it didn’t taste half bad. The sauce just seemed a little too runny and I had nothing to thicken it with. It looked good, so my roommates are all impressed by my adept cooking skills.
Hopkins is wonderful … though not easy. He is one of those poets who is completely one-of-a-kind. (My favorites are ‘In the Valley of the Elwy’, ‘Spring and Fall’, and the “As kingfishers catch fire” sonnet … right now anyway. In a different mood I’d probably pick different ones — and anyone who can produce a title like “That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection” certainly has something going for them!)
I’ll probably have pasta with frozen veggies [broccoli] tomorrow night for dinner.
Wish I could get some friends to come to my house to discuss good books-not many around here who would understand them, however!
The “Divine Office” as used in England and Australia has three of G.M. Hopkins poems in.
“That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire….”, “Pied Beauty” and “God’s Grandeur”.
He certainly is one-of-a-kind. I studied him at College and wrote a thesis on him. I love his work.
Must have been a wonderful evening, dinner and Hopkins. My favorite line, from Though Are Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend:
birds build—but not I build; no, but strain,
Time’s eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.
Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Wish I could be there! In absentia, here is “Pied Beauty” (to think this Priest didn’t publish until after death!) :
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
Also, if you haven’t read “Exiles” by Catholic author Ron Hanson (http://www.amazon.com/Exiles-Novel-Ron-Hansen/dp/0374150974), also about Hopkins, it’s drop-out brilliant!”
Finally, if I were attending I would come armed with an old port off winebid; my wife and I have had mixed results with their regular wines, but every old port we’ve acquired has been wonderful!
E.g.: http://www.winebid.com/Item/3476376 Trust me, I’ve never paid this for a Port, but 20 people pitching in $20 a piece would be in for a tasting of a lifetime! I have paid $35 for a port from the 70′s, though, that was fantastic.