One word - Digby. Two words - Digby Bay. Three words - DIGBY BAY SCALLOPS. I gallop, you gallop, we all gallop for scallops. Whatever early ancestor happened upon them in what is now Novia Scotia must have had a hard time eating anything else for a while. It's comforting to know that no mechanical means of shucking (shocking, as it's pronounced Novia Scotia way) has ever been found. I could eat those dry packed delicacies forever. Yummy. And while less appetizing sounding, the fact that they come from larvae makes it seem less like destroying a life. More like swallowing some unicellular creature that happens to not be microscopic and happens to taste mighty fine.
When Andrew, one of the cooks, described scallops as Pacific Coast Candy, I was reminded of my fish eye candy experiment. I don't know what parents are to do when your child erroneously extrapolates Eskimo children's enjoyment of fish eyes as a delicacy from a World article that also discussed drying fish into dried fish eyes tasting like candy. I went out every day for what seemed like weeks checking on the fish eyes from a blue gill we had to eat, probably because Dad let me try to unhook the fish (he hated fishing, but took me out anyway, another thing that amazes me about parenthood), waiting for them to magically turn into candy like morsels. But the flies never went away, they started smelling bad, and I guess Mom or Dad eventually must have thrown them away.
I had beers with Teresa Mithen after my Digby Bay Scallop dinner. I don't think I've ever dialogued with a seminarian who's a contemporary of mine, and I was relieved. I think I'll probably head down to Christ Church Cathedral this Sunday to see if they are using a liturgy that I can swallow. And Bishop Williams is preaching, which may actually be a sermon more my style. I may be able to find, I think, a community within the Anglican tradition who do understand the church and Christ as allegory. Part of me still wants to reappropriate the true teachings and relevance of "Christianity" from those who profess the faith, but regardless, it would be nice to get that rhythm of the seasons back into my life, even if it does involve filtering through a bunch of superstitious messages that detract from the essence of the Judeo-Christian tradition.
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