After Sunday’s funeral at SJUC for Dale McKenna, a number of folks mentioned last Sunday’s sermon. One of you even went so far as to tell me I should just preach “What are you hungry for?” for the rest of the summer! Not all sermons are so satisfying, but I’m happy to hear the Word gave us lots to feast on.
So here’s a big post with all the fixin’s. I’m working on this Sunday’s sermon and it will be a second helping of last Sunday. Let’s call it a different dish but it will still be part of the same course. If you’d like to catch up before the 10:30 summer service at Wellington this week, the link for the sermon is posted below, along with the scripture and prayers – just scroll down.
And now for dessert. Well…sort of.
Do you see that bag in the middle of that delicious pot of Jiggs Dinner? That’s bread pudding. That’s my soul food in more ways than one. My Dad once compared a single slice to eating a pile of lead. This stuff sticks to your ribs – you won’t be hungry for a long, long time.
If you don’t know what a Jiggs Dinner is and you’ve never been to Newfoundland, Lord have mercy, I’ll pray for you. You can educate yourself by clicking here.
Just about every Sunday was some form of boiled dinner growing up. We may not always have salt beef in the pot – but cooked veggies of all kinds with a bag of bread pudding was a family favourite. I’ll gross out any Newfoundland purists by saying that as a kid, and as an adult to this day, I love it with ketchup. It makes no sense and I don’t know why I love it so, but I do and that’s all there is to it. I offer no apologies. 🙂
All of us have “soul food” in the common sense – foods that comfort and remind us of a special place and time. Now that both my parents have died, Bread Pudding is very important to me. Just the smell of it takes me back to our humble kitchen table on Wheymouth Street in S