Not Since Moses 2022

In which I outrun the tides. Well, some would call it running.

Aah, the ‘participation’ medal. What do you mean it’s not chocolate??

Look Mom, I got the medal. Yes, yes, so did everyone else who ran the Not Since Moses 5 and 10 Km races at Five Islands this past weekend. This was my fourth time running it and yes, it was still fun though not as much fun as the early years when the course ran along a shore with spectacular geological formations and when there was also a “write it en route” poetry contest (which I won).

The race takes place during the lowest tide of the summer when the ocean floor is laid bare all the way out to the aforementioned five islands. The tide dropped somewhere over 45 feet this day. Yes, forty-five. That’s a lot of tide. We had an hour and a half window to make it out and back. As far as I know, no one was swept away. But that’s enough talk. If you want history check out the link. Here’s an album of the highlights:

Tide’s out.
The runner before the race.
The shoes before. This is their fourth run.

I chose the loud sacrificial leggings so that I could easily spot myself in any subsequent media photos.

Heading out
into the mud,

This was not the worst of the mud. In some places it was halfway up your calf but I couldn’t balance and take pictures at the same time so I leave it to your imagination. The worst sections could suck the sneakers right off your feet. One group of runners actually duct taped their footwear to their feet to prevent losing them. You couldn’t run on this, a skiing/skating movement was much more practical. Thankfully there were a couple of little streams to cross which gave one a good rinse from time to time.

turning at 2.5 km near the formation called “Old Wife”,
and back from whence we came.
The finish line was a welcome site.
The runner after the race.
The shoes. I might be able to get another year out of them.
But the socks will have to be retired.
Tide’s in.

Wonder what colour the T-shirt will be next year.

© Judy Parsons 2022

Fisherman’s Brewis

Today I had the nerve to fool with a Newfoundland favourite: fisherman’s brewis (pronounced bruise). Not to be confused with fish and brewis. Fisherman’s brewis is traditionally fish and brewis mashed up together and smothered with scrunchions. More on those in a second.

Fisherman’s brewis with condiments.

This is the fish:

Salt Cod

Sorry, I forgot to snap a picture before it was cooked and mixed in. I bought it at Carla’s Seafood Market in Digby, NS. It is the best salt cod I have purchased in NS.
This is the brewis:

Hard Bread

It is also known as ship’s biscuit, hard bread or hard-tack. It is made in Newfoundland and a bit hard to find elsewhere.
There are no pictures of scrunchions because I don’t eat scrunchions. Scrunchions are diced salt pork which is fried until rendered and crisp and then poured onto the dish, rendered grease and all. Some people fry up onions with their scrunchions, some fry onions seperately, and some don’t use onions at all because there is always a kid in the family who doesn’t like onions (was that you Mary, or was it our brother?) Scrunchions are to condiments what pork rinds are to chips. Shudder. I never liked them. Even if they were good for me (they are not) I wouldn’t like them. So when I was little and refused scrunchions Mom would give me butter and molasses to put on my fisherman’s brewis. Today, to get the grease, I carmelized onions in a lot of olive oil and mixed that in.

I should tell you that if you bought fisherman’s brewis from the Lion’s Club booth at the carnival it would be mashed finely but I like it more on the chunky side so I just chop instead of mash. Tonight I did a taste test with three condiments and here are my thoughts on that:
1. Salsa. Don’t bother. It clashes. As would ketchup although I hear there are some who like it.
2. Sweet mustard pickles. This was good. It adds the element of acid to the salt of the cod and the sweet of the onions, not to mention a bit of colour to a very beige dish.
3. Table butter and maple syrup. This was the best; less intense than molasses. (In NL we called margarine ‘butter’ and we called real butter ‘table butter’) So good in fact, I had seconds and when I fry up the left-overs for breakfast I will grace them with more Nova Scotia maple syrup. Lance had his with just butter and says it was tasty and worth a repeat.

How do you like your fish and brewis?

© Judy Parsons 2022

Sad Easter Sunday

We are heart-broken this morning by the passing of Lance’s brother Bill. 

If there’s a heaven for Bill it has venison cooked to just south of rare, bacon jam, good wine served in proper glasses, and a continuous loop of Buddy Guy playing the blues.  Once met, never forgotten……rest in peace, our gentle giant.

Easter Sunday 2022

Easter Decor

It’s Easter weekend and all manner of weird and wonderful Easter decorations are on full display at the thrift stores. These two leave me with a few unanswered questions.

  1. Why is there a teddy bear in this slice of cake? 2. Was it baked in there or inserted later? 3. How can it possibly be a happy about it? 4. Why hasn’t it eaten any of the cake?
Unashamed bear disguised as a bunny invades carrot cake .

5. What is this deranged bunny about to do to this frightened little frog?

Folks, please don’t slap your friends/colleagues/teachers/pets/anyone/anything. It just isn’t nice.

6. Who comes up with these marvelous items? 7. What do they really have to do with Easter?
But I guess that could be asked about a lot of things and I don’t want to discourage the idea of chocolate egg and bunny eating so I’ll stop my enquiries here. Happy Easter faithful readers.

© Judy Parsons

Ken and Sven at Riverbend 4

Or the continuing saga of Sven’s search for a clock for the boatbuilding workshop.

Babs continues to transport Sven back and forth to the thrift stores so that he can complete Ken’s shopping list.

This oughta be the last trip.
Too big.
Too fancy.
Too not a clock.
Just right.
You’re sure now, Ken?

Ken is pretty sure he has everything he needs to start building his boat. Better check that list twice, Ken, while you’ve still got Sven’s attention.

© Judy Parsons 2022