Tuesday past was Pancake Day. Shrove Tuesday. The day before Ash Wednesday. A Christian thing.
I grew up in a 'somewhat United' household; United, peppered with Catholic. My mother was raised Catholic and my Dad was raised United. It was a HUGE scandal when they got married. 'Religious segregation'- the European settlers remembered to pack that foolishness in their bags when they showed up way back when. And it was still evident in the late 50s when my parents got married.
Our schools were religiously segregated until 1997. I went to a large and modern school in western Labrador that was built in the 60s. It was split down the middle with one side for the Catholics and the other side for the Protestants; there were large steel doors that separated the two sides.
Around Newfoundland and Labrador, most everyone plays something. Guitar is quite popular these days; you are bound to see several at any cabin party. You might also see a mandolin or banjo if you are lucky.
Historically though, the fiddle and accordion were the house-party instruments of choice.
Now, when I say 'accordion' to someone local, I am pretty certain that the image they get in their head is that of a button accordion. But there is another accordion- the piano accordion.
When I left home I had two recipes under my belt: Italian spaghetti and peanut butter cookies.
Well, as it turns out, half of that previous statement is not true. The front half, to be precise. I didn't leave home. Home left me! I try to not take it personally, but here is how it played out.
I finished grade 11 and decided to do my first year of university from home, in Labrador. Distance Education enabled me to get two semesters in, without incurring the expense of moving to St. John's. Yay MUN. Brilliant!
Yummy Yummy Yuckie. It is all yum and no yuck.
But when I first heard of it in Japan, I had a hard time remembering its name (such is the state of my brain these days). I started calling it Yummy Yummy Yuckie because, oddly enough, that was easier to remember (neuroplasticity...where are you when I need you?).
Okonomiyaki is the proper name. And it is DELICIOUS!
It is often referred to as 'Japanese pizza' in North America. Nothing like pizza though. It has a pancake-esque batter that is filled with shredded cabbage and pretty much anything else you want. Beef, chicken, shrimp, bacon. Yesterday's leftovers. It's all good.
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