[Magdalen] Update

[Joseph Cirou]

AFter all that European experience?

I always forget that the Polish Kartofli are borrowed from Germany.
I was always the culinary rebel from my youth. I was the only person in my
family to eat snails at the Parisian restaurant Fr. Marcellus took us to in
1957. He was the quintessential omnivore and continentaal. He rejoiced
greatly when I snarfed up the  escargots bourguignonmes (and they remain my
favorite preparation of snails to this day.) He was supposedly the first
Carmelite to return to France on an official basis since the Revolution
--about the same time as the premiere of Dialogues des Carmelites.  I
imagine he was more comfortable with Bernanos than Poulenc (g)
I took my confirmation name after him changing it from my original Remigius
( always the Francophile--being French , now I could have taken Remi or
Marcel and that would have been considered "less" weird but no. I have
loved Music Man every since (one of the minor characters is Marcellus)

then that was just before I heard the Missa Papae Marcelli for the first
time which would have confirmed the choide.

Joe

On Sat, Jul 25, 2015 at 7:29 PM, Cantor03--- via Magdalen <
magdalen at herberthouse.org> wrote:

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> In a message dated 7/25/2015 6:19:17 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
> roger.stokes65 at btinternet.com writes:
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> lot  better than
> the rubbing paws in  butter>>>>>>>
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> Though my partner has three cats, they keep to the lower level of the
> house, and do not intermix with the four dogs.  The smallest of the  four
> dogs - a small Chihuahua - considers cats fit for the hunt and goes  after
> them if they stray onto the main level.  The dog is smaller than the  cats.
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> There were three items that were simply not on the radar of my
> Upper Midwest upbringing.  They were (1) Cats;  no one in my  neighborhood,
> and no relatives had them.  It was as though they were aliens from  another
> planet.  Everyone had dogs, dogs, and more dogs.  (2) Tea;   I was never
> aware in my hometown of anyone who drank hot tea.  Iced tea was  more
> commonly found.  I can recall someone at one of my mother's state  Sunday
> dinners asking for hot tea.  My mother, not given to mumbling,  sputtered,
> "Uh uh
> TEA, uh uh uh TEA?!  (3) Rice;  You can bet that if the product  didn't
> ultimately
> come from a Midwestern farm, that it was viewed with suspicion.  Rice
> Crispies?
> Yes.  Rice on the occasional visits to my mother's favorite Chinese
> restaurant
> in Minneapolis?  Yes.  Rice for anything else?  No.
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> David S.  Still a Midwestern meat and potatoes man.
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