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Most beginning home brewers, and even many experienced home brewers choose to use the extract malt method of brewing instead of the all grain method. The main difference in the two methods is that malt extract brewing uses processed malt (dried malt or syrup) while all grain, as the name implies, uses only grains, and
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My favourite all-time Potato Chips were Tom Thumb circa 1950’s-1960’s Cape Breton Island and made by Glendale Foods in Canning -Nova Scotia. Can recall everyday at noon passing by Steve Pender’s Store on King Edward St in Glace Bay and stopping off for my Orange Crush-Tom Thumb Chips-two cigarettes and to play one game on the pinball machine before I wandered back to St Anne’s School or St Mike’s to face Bloody Mary. For my taste buds-Tom Thumb were the best of all beating out my second favourite -Scotties by a longshot
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The crunchy taste of onion rings makes a delicious appetizer to serve to guests while they are waiting for the main meal. They go great with burgers, chicken and chips and other fast food favorites. Even at a party, everyone digs into these treats.
The secret to making deep-fried onions is to use large onions – Spanish onions are best. Since you get a lot of rings from just one onion, you will have to judge yourself accordingly when deciding how many onions you want to slice. The oil in the deep fryer must also be bubbling hot before you put in the onion rings. Otherwise, they will tend to be soggy and could burn.
The following recipe provides the measurements needed to make batter for three Spanish onions sliced into 1/4 inch rings and will serve six people.
Select the Spanish onions for the onion rings. Two onions would make enough onion rings for one person. Based on this, you can then calculate the number of onions you need for the number of people that you want to serve.
Peel off the skin of the onion, Run the onion under cold water. This will prevent having tears dripping from your eyes as you slice.
Slice the onion in half and start pushing out the rings. The largest rings come from the outer part of the onion, but even the rings in the middle are great for deep frying.
Sift the following dry ingredients together in a large bowl:
– 1/2 cup flour
– 3/4 tsp. salt
– 1/8 tsp. pepper (optional)
– 1/2 tsp. baking powder
Now add in the wet ingredients:
1 beaten egg and 1/2 cup of milk
Stir until all the ingredients are well blended. The mixture should be watery, yet slightly thick.
Dip two or three rings into the batter at a time to make sure that they are well coated. Then fry them in hot oil until they are golden brown.
Repeat this process with all the rings.
As the rings are browned, remove them from the deep fryer and let them drain on a paper towel.
Sprinkle the onion rings with salt when you take them out of the deep fryer. Keep them hot until you are ready to serve them all.
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The Port Morien I Remember
Port Morien….. I Remember
The wonderful Teachers who worked so hard, and taught the Golden Rule
The smell of My Mother’s Bread, when I came in from School
Blueberry Pie, and Molasses Cookies, cooling on the shelf
The times my Mother sat on the bank looking out to the wharf all by herself
Stories that teacher Ethel Campbell would read to us on Friday afternoon
But they always seemed to me, to end too soon
They took me far away in thought, and opened up my mind
The Bookmobile, I read every Western and Mystery I could find
The walk that seemed so long each day, to get to Gowrie School
The Ice Clampers we jumped that were floating in the Bay
The time Kenzie, Billy, and I used fire and rocks as our drying tool after us falling in the water on that freezing winter day
Robert and the Birch Grover’s playing guitar and singing
The year my brother taught me how to drive his car
Pin Ball Machines at Bray’s store, and the high Scores we’d be winning
The day we left to go live in Toronto, it seemed so far
Time spent hanging around the Jukebox in Arthur Bray’s Store
The girls I had a crush on, and they didn’t know,
[Karen Murrant, Helen Cathcart, Carolyn Boutilier, Judy Edstrom, Florence Barro,]
Those summers happily spent down on the Morien sand shore
Though we were young, It really doesn’t seem that long ago
Baseball, Softball, Morien wharf, lots of diving and swimming Kenzie, Billy, Sandy, each day the water drew us all
Some of us now sadly gone, they’ve played their last inning
Gordon, Sheldon, Bobba, Roger, Wilbert Hall he dove off that swordfish spar so tall
The summer Kenzie got his brand new bicycle
We were down on the wharf and he let each of us have a spin
Billy took his ride and lost his footing on the wharf’s edge
Right before our eyes, both he and the bike went straight in
They hit the water with a great big splash
On that day, Billy’s footwork wasn’t of top notch
The bike sank and he swam to the surface in a flash
All he could think about was saving his new wrist watch
We got a grappling hook, and a long piece of rope,
Holding our breath, with each throw filled with hope
We dragged and dragged the bottom, and I’m happy to say
We finally retrieved Kenzie’s new bike on that hilarious day
The only goal I got when I played for the Morien hockey team
Our goalie Joe must have thought that I was nuts
I had scored on him, my own Goalie, goal number thirteen
Ever after that we called him, “Bakers”(Dozen) Butts
The trips I took back home to Morien almost every year
To not make it home in time for Lobster Season was my biggest fear
The lobsters I got from my buddies Roger, Weldon, and Kenny’
Thanks to them there never was a time I didn’t get any
Hitch hiking to Glace Bay to the Russell Theatre
To see the latest Audie Murphy western movie feature
The Chip Wagon, on Commercial St., was always there
I could never pass it up if I had a dime to spare
Kenzie, Billy and I, hitch hiking home from Town,
Billy and I pretending we couldn’t see Kenzie
I’d say where’s Kenzie, Billy’d say, I don’t see him around
Kenzie would play along and let us think we were driving him into a frenzy
The trips with Robert Lahey out to Birch Grove
To see Marge and Judy we always travelled that old Back-Pit road
The rides were scarce we walked most of the time
The trials of youth we never seemed to mind
The Christmas treat of candy at our Church hall was so nice
The winter the live Baby Seals were brought in off the ice
The Swordfish boats coming in to unload their cargoes
All the dangerous times we spent jumping harbor ice floes
My mind goes back to Morien so much, it can bring on tears
The trips home, when I stayed with Kenzie and Gordon over the years
The friends I spent so much time with, and some are gone now
It’s a long stretch of time but seems like yesterday somehow
The song “Port Morien” that Reggie Mac Donald wrote and sang
It tells so well the way many of us expatriates feel
It brings me back each time I hear it to thinking of the old gang
Of the days of playing cowboys with Reggie like it was real
SPECIAL REMEMBERANCES TO:
Teachers: Ruth McLeod……… Ada Spencer……..Ethel Campbell…. they were such great people. I was never a great student, but they were so good to me, I loved them dearly.
Arthur Bray: he had great patience…… he put up with a lot of shenanigans from us in his store, where I developed my love for music listening to the Jukebox there, 5 cents a song.
Revised Feb. 26/ 2010
Credit: Barry Giovanettie via http://portmorien.ca
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SENTIMENTAL CAPE BRETONER
If you ever long with aching heart, to return back to that ocean,
To go back home just one more time, to where your parents came from
If your children share the love you feel, and it fills your heart with pride,
Then you’re a sentimental Cape Bretoner deep inside
If you are holding on to some sweet dream, instead of letting go,
If your thoughts are filled with memories, of times long, long ago
And if you love each blade of grass so green, from the Causeway to Sangaree
Then you’re a sentimental Cape Bretoner, just like me
You’re a sentimental Cape Bretoner, with your heart upon your sleeve,
And nothing in this world can change the way that you believe
And if you shed a teardrop now and then when no one else can see,
Then you’re a sentimental Cape Bretoner just like me
If you still recall your mother’s words from when you were a child,
And sometimes in a crowded room you see your father’s smile
And you would give just anything to share that memory,
Then you’re a sentimental Cape Bretoner just like me
You’re a sentimental Cape Bretoner with your heart upon your sleeve,
And nothing in this world can change the way that you believe
And if you shed a teardrop now and then when no one else can see,
Then you’re probably from Port Morien just like me
If your body crossed the Causeway But you heart was left on the other side alone
If you go back home to see old friends, as often as can be
If your feelings are so strong, you’ll never call another place home
Yes, you’re probably from Port Morien just like me.
Barry Giovannetti
Revised Feb. 26/2010
Port Morien, a small village in South Eastern Cape Breton, six miles from Glace Bay, is one of the oldest communities in Eastern Canada, the area having been settled in 1786.
It’s bay was first navigated by the Aboriginal population of the area, and then the Portugese. It appeared on a map dated 1580 as “Baye de Mordienne.” The French mined coal here for the Fortress of Louisbourg beginning in 1720. Coal mined here in 1724 was being traded to Boston in the first officially recorded export of minerals in Canada. The ownership of the mine changed hands between the English and French four times, with the English ultimately gaining control in the late Eighteenth Century. In the Nineteenth Century, it was named Cow Bay by settlers, after (it is alleged) a cow transported to Sydney from Louisbourg escaped from a vessel and was later found in the area.
By the 1860s and ’70s, the village grew to a population of 3000 as a result of the establishment of the Blockhouse and Gowrie mines. Gradually it dwindled in the Twentieth Century to 800 people. In 1895, its name was changed to Port Morien. In two centuries it has gone from an industrial area dependent on fishing and coal mining, primarily, to a lobster fishing and retirement village. In the year 200o, the lobster fleet consisted of 47 boats.
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The ECMA Stompin’ Tom Awards exist to honour all the hard-working, unsung heroes who make music for the love of it, not the money. When Stompin’ Tom Connors was awarded the Dr. Helen Creighton Lifetime Achievement Award during the 1993 ECMA in PEI, he accepted on the condition that it would bring recognition to the real heroes of Eastern Canadian music who had day jobs all their lives and didn’t really have the option of making a living playing music in the “pre-industrial age”. He established a set of criteria to be used in identifying eligible candidates and this year, a committee of Atlantic Canadian folklorists chose Cape Breton’s The Radio Ranch Boys as one of five recipients of 1998 ECMA Stompin’ Tom Awards.
“We had more nerve than a rotten tooth,” says Traynor Donovan from the podium as he dedicates the award to the late Mickey MacIntyre and Sid Martell who were members of the group which formed in the 1950’s. “Six guys in a Volkswagen with a doghouse bass, one head stickin’ out on each side,” was how he described their travel arrangements back in the days when they’d play as often as six or seven nights a week.
The other members of this pioneer band, along with Donovan, MacIntyre and Martell are Byron MacPhee, Sean Waye and Joe Waye.
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