Sunday, September 4, 2005
Day 69 – Rest Day
Grand-Barachois, NB
Once you’re into an early morning routine, it’s hard to sleep in, even on a rest day, so I got up and looked after a few details on the computer. Cam is converting me to having a cup of tea in the morning with a few biscuits (very civilized, you know); a quick bowl of cereal after that sufficed before we headed into Shediac to St. Martin in the Woods, a little Anglican church that served Queen Elizabeth a few years ago. I can only hope she brought her own priest. What this gentleman lacked in quality, he made up in volume. Actually, he did have a few good points in his sermon; he just didn’t tie things together very well, and I’m spoiled by Cam’s sermons.
We met Monique at Tait House for brunch after church. We then headed out to pick up the lobsters and wine for our lobster feast with Nory and Robin when they came, then prepared as much as we could. We were settled down with a glass of wine when they arrived, and the fun began. They waded into the ocean to get the water to boil the sacrificial creatures in; we got it boiling and the corn husked. Meanwhile, Monique had bought some quahaugs for us to try (an oyster-like creature you pry out of its shell and eat raw). Nory managed about a quarter of one; I think Cam and Robin each managed one; I ate the rest of Nory’s plus one more, and Monique actually enjoyed them. I didn’t mind the taste, but probably wouldn’t go out of my way to repeat the experience. The lobsters were then duly cooked and cooled, followed by the corn, and the feast began. Monique demonstrated how to eat lobster (very much a hands-on experience), and we went to town. Because the lobsters have recently changed shells, we bought fairly small ones, and so had two each (I think Robin managed three). I don’t know if Monique can tolerate my visiting her at least once a year for a lobster feast (not just the lobster, honestly…), but you just can’t beat the taste of the fresh ones. We four visitors all settled into our respective tents for the night, while Monique headed into Moncton to pick up her family (including Christian’s mother and aunt visiting from Belgium) from the airport, where they had returned from their weekend in Toronto.
Grand-Barachois, NB
Once you’re into an early morning routine, it’s hard to sleep in, even on a rest day, so I got up and looked after a few details on the computer. Cam is converting me to having a cup of tea in the morning with a few biscuits (very civilized, you know); a quick bowl of cereal after that sufficed before we headed into Shediac to St. Martin in the Woods, a little Anglican church that served Queen Elizabeth a few years ago. I can only hope she brought her own priest. What this gentleman lacked in quality, he made up in volume. Actually, he did have a few good points in his sermon; he just didn’t tie things together very well, and I’m spoiled by Cam’s sermons.
We met Monique at Tait House for brunch after church. We then headed out to pick up the lobsters and wine for our lobster feast with Nory and Robin when they came, then prepared as much as we could. We were settled down with a glass of wine when they arrived, and the fun began. They waded into the ocean to get the water to boil the sacrificial creatures in; we got it boiling and the corn husked. Meanwhile, Monique had bought some quahaugs for us to try (an oyster-like creature you pry out of its shell and eat raw). Nory managed about a quarter of one; I think Cam and Robin each managed one; I ate the rest of Nory’s plus one more, and Monique actually enjoyed them. I didn’t mind the taste, but probably wouldn’t go out of my way to repeat the experience. The lobsters were then duly cooked and cooled, followed by the corn, and the feast began. Monique demonstrated how to eat lobster (very much a hands-on experience), and we went to town. Because the lobsters have recently changed shells, we bought fairly small ones, and so had two each (I think Robin managed three). I don’t know if Monique can tolerate my visiting her at least once a year for a lobster feast (not just the lobster, honestly…), but you just can’t beat the taste of the fresh ones. We four visitors all settled into our respective tents for the night, while Monique headed into Moncton to pick up her family (including Christian’s mother and aunt visiting from Belgium) from the airport, where they had returned from their weekend in Toronto.
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