All of that to say I'm just going to carry on, like the good overindulged soldier that I am. Somebody's gotta do it and I think, if I share it, somehow I'll vicariously be exercising at the same time. Don't try any logic on me here, I'm beyond it, for at least another two days.
Being in somewhat of a food coma, I didn't photograph breakfast, which was a pick your own from this and that. I picked one piece of bacon, half a hard boiled egg and a few sugar peas from the garden. Minimalist. What a concept!
Then we were off to the Pointe du Moulin. This is a park on the end of Ile Perrot that was once an estate. Not the sort of estate with mansions, more the sort where everyone worked really hard at surviving. You can read about the backstory here. Oh, I'm sure there were some muckety mucks in there somewhere. I tried to think about settling this country, so beautiful here in the summer and so brutal in winter, for such a long span of months. I don't think there's enough money in the world.
|Some very pretty country around here|
|I've seen corn and soy beans, maybe alfalfa growing.|
|Nothing says welcome to the park like knowing you can bring your dog and shovel.|
|Yes, my love of fences includes rail fences too|
|Remember the magazine Highlights for Children? Find the frog.|
|I think Carroll said these are hackberries. Or some kind of berry. I'm sure on that part.|
|It's a nice park.|
|Jonny and of course Carroll, have been here before. I was the newbie.|
|When this is open (we were early, as it turned out), I gather they do the history|
village sort of thing This was the mller's house, from what I gather.
Obviously, it is all about gathering.
|This looked, from afar, like a vegetable garden.|
The sign said sunflowers, wheat and something else.
I think it was a translation for nice weeds.
|You guessed it.|
|All fine and well to use this for cooking in summer...|
|And there is the windmill! One of two out of 18 remaining that is actually functional.|
Hooray for historical societies!
|Just for relativity to a human who happens to be my brother|
|The fulcrum at the back can literally turn the whole set up (no, not the 'house') around to best catch the wind. It wasn't windy so I didn't get to see that part.|
|Montreal out in the distance. That bump in the mountains is the Oratory.|
|I kept being drawn back to the windmill|
|A half ash tree (no, it's a whole ash tree but I couldn't resist)|
|This was a bird feeder that looked more like a long milk can with handmade cut outs|
and perches on it. Maybe it was exactly that, but probably not.
I've said it before, I like cemeteries. This one is apparently sold out. There were quit a few stones with NO names on them, and many with only a few names and room for more, along with some that had a list of the still living and no end dates. There were very few old old stones (I found a few lying against the church building - can't retrieve those photos yet). With the long winters and a lot of heaving effect, old fragile stones don't stand much of a chance at lasting over a few hundred years.
|This is Sainte-Jeanne-de-Chantal Catholic Church, across from the terraced graveyard.|
There is some good Canada/Ile Perrot history here concerning the church.
And here too.
|There were other stones I liked (in the can't get to yet file) but this was the first that|
caught my attention, off in a corner.
Home again, it was time for a garden walk. Carroll weeded and told me the names of things. I photographed them and promptly forgot the names.
|I do remember that these will bud into pansies.|
Edited to note: Oops! I didn't remember too well! These are poppies!
Like the Wizard of Oz.
|We're trying to figure out the sequence of events on this plant.|
Maybe today will clear up the mystery.
|The variety of day lilies is pretty outstanding.|
One thing I've learned is, the power of the colors isn't just visual.
You could make a good strong dye easily with anyone of these. That would be fun!
|Echinacea (or the less lovely named coneflower) and bumblebee.|
Click on the link for how to grow and use them medicinally.
|How have I missed these before? But I did. Hens and chickens succulents|
|An iris that was hiding. The rest have already bloomed.|
|Crazy mango daylilies|
|This one is called something about its petticoats. We call it the whore daylily.|
Yes, Carroll is my smarter, more attractive mental doppleganger.
But I'm younger. So there.
|I'm not sure if this one is called Cherry Cheeks or if that is another one.|
Who sits around being paid to think this stuff up? I want to know. Seriously.
NOW we get to the food! Finally! It ended up being a lunch skipping day and I can tell you, my brother and I felt better for it, at least this day. We knew that ahead was a big treat (again).
|Making charmoula. A fish condiment for what else? Fish.|
|This is Michael's recipe. Think pesto. Think chimichurri. Make charmoula.|
|Or preserve your own lemons. |
It's not difficult, but you can't start now for tonight.
|Seasoning next. And yes, that is bacon and yes, that is going in the fish.|
|And yes, duck fat was rubbed on the outside of the fish. What could go wrong?|
|A turn of fish|
The other thing Michael foraged was calamari. The plan was to do a very fast (as in barely 2 minutes), no breading deep fry. Yum.
I kept myself busy.
|This cork screw is a work of art AND it works!|
|Yep, they are smokin'|
|A gorgeous salad with no lettuce. Lots from the garden with some extras too|
|And then they were done.|
|As was the calamari|
|Michael and Carroll serving. I got no farther than that photographically.|
I can only say it was as delicious as the scratch and sniff above would indicate.
Hope that worked for you.
Have a fish for foraged food Friday. Do something fearlessly in feasting.