for as the rain…

This is not quite the ‘theology’ blog a couple of you have asked for, but is almost that — on prayer.

I spend a lot of time in prayer not sure of what is going on. Nothing unusual in that, of course. But it can still be frustrating. Not least when you are trying to pray with a text for a particular reason: because someone has suggested it to you, because some instinct says it is what is needed, even because that is what the lectionary offers on a given day.

But here’s the thing. When I am standing by the water in tall grass… when the difficult question I’ve been avoiding finally forms directly and cannot be shirked… when the ‘answer’ comes as fast as the oyster-catcher turns on the wing… then the ‘answer’ comes as the memory of prayer, as a text that wouldn’t bend under my will, that wouldn’t yield what I wanted. Until it (or I?) was ready.

kindle us…

All day I have had ideas flitting about for a more ‘serious’ blog post — something nicely theological to lead us away from the temptation of more notes from the nature reserve.

But since then, dinner got in the way — and a new recipe that is far too much fun not to share. Certain details may be specific to location. Adapt as need be.

Smoked Aubergines (Eggplant)
(Oh dear this is getting complicated already.)

1. Go to Homebase to buy a trivet. Best to do this after a funeral when you are over there anyway. You want a new trivet so as not to ruin the one you use to cool muffins. Homebase has the perfect thing — strong, with thick horizontal bits and not too many cross bars.

2. Buy an aubergine. You thought that was going to be easy didn’t you. So let me be more specific: buy a small thin aubergine that will cook evenly in seven minutes. Looked through the whole box of aubergines and still found nothing that is remotely the right size or shape? Get what you can — this is Dunoon after all.

3. Ignore trivet and aubergine for several days, trying to find time to cook.

4. Realize it is the longest day of the year, which must mean there is time to cook.

5. Set the (washed and dried) trivet over the largest gas burner on the stove. Set the (washed and dried) aubergine on the trivet. Put the flame on as high as it will go. Quickly turn it off again. Get the cat out of the kitchen. Close the door, open the window, and start again…

6. Are you having fun yet? If not, stand over the aubergine until it starts to catch fire. Think ‘oh, it’s working’ and go make the sauce.

7. While the aubergine burns, mix oil, lemon juice, finely sliced garlic and a small bit of red chili.

8. Periodically turn the aubergine, marvel at how easy this is. Wonder why you waited so long.

9. Eventually, the skin will go black and the first juices will start to hiss. Careful now — you want charred smokey aubergine, not aubergine flambe and the fire brigade.

10. Once the skin is black all over, poke at it to make sure it’s soft, take it off the heat and slice at 1/4 inch intervals 3/4 of the way through.

11. Put it back on the flame for a few minutes (making a mess of the cooker, juices spitting everywhere) while you chop some coriander (cilantro).

12. Put the aubergine on a plate, pour over the sauce. Add coriander, salt and pepper. Taste, and lament the flavourless aubergine you should have known better than to buy.

13. Remember that there is Rose Harisa in the fridge. Dollop on generously. Mush it all up together and rejoice in a new found meal.

in black and white

A good day for badgers. The latest study has shown that any attempts to cull badgers actually increases the incidence of bovine TB.

So we can leave the blessed creatures alone and rejoice in their clever self preservation tactics.

I realize I have a rather determined fondness for difficult black and white creatures: badgers, magpies, Molly, and one or two others I shan’t name.

Occupational hazard?

settle down now

As much as I like to preach –and I do like to preach– sometimes it is just hard work.  Fragments of ideas flirt and dance, but refuse to settle in any lasting relationship.

All this probably because my mind was more engaged with a funeral sermon than with the lectionary.

Let us hope that the Spirit is planning on busy morning.