Reading may seem like a solitary pleasure, but we do not believe it is so. As we read, we intimately interact with writers, the worlds they create, and our own inner selves as well as the real world that surrounds us. Some of us are also blessed enough to have friends to share the experience with.

While discussing the idyllic village of Three Pines and the captivating characters author Louise Penny created in the Inspector Gamache books, we were aware of the sensory pleasure to be had in the meals described. Olivier’s Bistro, Gabri’s baking, and dinners at the Morrow’s can easily make us salivate while reading the books… Louise Penny's books, are a wonderful entrée into a sensual world, where each book is a season, capturing its mood and flavours, and contributing to the layers of meaning about the characters, who are marvellously revealed over the series.

At one point, a daydream of going through the series with a notebook in hand, writing down all these meals and later cooking them, took shape. This is our "notebook". We hope you enjoy this literary-culinary-sensory-philosophical journey.

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Friday, April 15, 2016

Gamache & Beauvoir

by Amy


“Sitting heavily in one of the leather wing chairs of the St-Laurent Bar, Chief Inspector Gamache asked for a glass of water […] getting to his feet and putting down a hundred dollars for the water and the use of the quiet table by the fireplace.”

Louise Penny wrote an elegant and delicately woven book in BURY YOUR DEAD.

In the early books, Gamache and Beauvoir are usually together. Beauvoir is Gamache’s right hand man and their different outlooks and styles compliment and contrast each other.

In BURY YOUR DEAD they are apart. Both are grieving. Both use cases as distractions and coping mechanisms while they deal with what happened. Both remember. We learn about the tragic outcome in the factory as they sort through their memories, share bits and pieces with others, or listen to the voices in their heads.

“Are you going to watch?” Beauvoir asked.Gamache thought. “Yes. You?”“Maybe.” He also paused. “Yes.” There was a silence as both men considered what that meant. “Oh, God,” sighed Beauvoir.“When you do, don’t be alone,” said Gamache.“I wish-““So do I,” said Gamache. They both wished the same thing. That if they had to relive it, they could at least be together.”

It is here, when they spend time away from each other, that the bond between them becomes even more evident. It is our awareness of their closeness that makes their estrangement, in the next books, so poignant.

The entire book goes back and forth between them. While they try to heal, we are allowed to peek into their memories and, slowly, we are shown what happened at the factory. In the meantime, we see Gamache help out in a new case, interacting with his mentor Émile, and we watch as Beauvoir reworks an old case, without his own mentor at his side.

Beauvoir is not Gamache. I don’t think any of us would like him to be.

In BURY YOUR DEAD Louise Penny shows us how important choices are. There is foreshadowing. We watch as the two men are faced with similar situations and, because of their backgrounds, personalities, and choices, they act differently.

Gamache once told Agent Nicole:

“We choose our thoughts. We choose our perceptions. We choose our attitudes. We may not think so. We may not believe it, but we do. I absolutely know we do. I’ve seen enough evidence, time after time, tragedy after tragedy. Triumph over triumph. It’s about choice.” (Still Life)

And so it is.

Thoughts. Perceptions. Attitudes.

“And there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom; which become the plaything of circumstance, renouncing freedom and dignity to become molded into the form of the typical inmate.” (MAN’S SEARCH FOR MEANING – Viktor Frankle)

Not long after their phone conversation and their admission that they would have liked to watch the video together, we are shown how hurt and betrayed Gamache feels because of the choice Émile, his mentor, made in the case at hand.

“What’s happened?” Émile asked, seeing the look on Gamache’s face.”Gamache hesitated. For the first time in his life he was tempted to lie to this man who had lied to him.”

It’s eerie. In the next book, it is the video that triggers a feeling of abandonment in Beauvoir. He has many opportunities to confront Gamache, to question him, to give him the chance to explain himself. He doesn’t choose to do any of those things in A BEAUTIFUL MYSTERY. Not that there was any accusation to be made, but our feelings don’t always align with facts and aren’t always reasonable. Beauvoir is no exception. While he knew Gamache had to find Morin, he still felt left behind.

“You lied to me,” said Gamache.“It was just half an hour.“It was more than that and you know it. You made a choice, chose a side.”“A side? Are you saying the Champlain Society is on a different side than you?”“I’m saying we all have loyalties. You’ve made yours clear.”Émile stared. “I’m sorry, I should never have lied to you. It won’t happen again.”

Thoughts. Perceptions. Actions.

Gamache and Émile interpreted things differently. When Gamache chose to explain his interpretation of Émile’s lie, he gave his mentor a glimpse into how he felt and what that half an hour, apparently insignificant, meant to him. Even as he confronts him about that – and other, worse lies – Gamache is giving his friend an opportunity to know how he feels.

In the next book, Beauvoir’s pain is palpable. He doesn’t make Gamache privy to his feelings. He doesn’t confront Gamache. He reminds me a bit of a teenager who cannot come to grips with the fact that their parents – who were once their heroes – are, in fact, only human. Beauvoir oscillates between justifying Gamache in his own mind, and feeling an enormous pain of abandonment. He sways back and forth from guilt to blame. He cannot find middle ground. I can’t help feeling that if he’d only just broken down and TOLD his mentor all would have been well... But then the story wouldn’t be half as good, would it?

“Émile stared, stricken, but said nothing.Gamache turned and strode down the long corridor, his phone buzzing again and his heart pounding.“Wait, Armand,” he heard behind him but kept walking, ignoring the calls. Then he remembered what Émile had meant to him and still did. Did this one bad thing wipe everything else out?”

Sigh.

Thoughts. Perceptions. Actions. Choices.

“That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad. But not today. Gamache stopped.”

Can’t you just see Beauvoir making a similar choice? What if, instead of getting on that helicopter with Francoeur (in The Beautiful Mystery), he had chosen to stay with Gamache? What if they had finally watched that video together? What if Gamache had confided his suspicions and his plans?

Again: Beauvoir is not Gamache. I wouldn’t want him to be. I have a soft spot for Beauvoir. Like the ladies eating their post-exercise scones, I too have a crush on him. While I would have liked for him to make the same kind of choice as Gamache, I realize Beauvoir’s actions are probably closer to what most of us would do in similar circumstances.

When Viktor Frankl tells of the experiences prisoners went through in concentration camps, he talks about choices and about those who rise above circumstances and are models of resilience. They are the exception. Not the rule. Just as Gamache is an exeption in behavior, time and again.

Of the prisoners only a few kept their full inner liberty and obtained those values which their suffering afforded, but even one such example is sufficient proof that man’s inner strength may raise him above his outward fate.” (MAN’S SEARCH FOR MEANING – VIKTOR FRANKL)

To rise above our outward fate. What a great goal.

Gamache is not naïve. He isn’t unaware of cruelty, betrayal, pain, or evil in the world. He couldn’t be. Not in his line of work. He has the strength of character necessary to rise above his outward circumstances, and the faith it takes to see and show grace and love and forgiveness in the light of suffering. That is why the Chief Inspector is such a wonderful role model.

“In his [Gamache] pocket he felt the bottle of pills. His hand went to it, closing over it.He closed his eyes.Then taking his empty hand from his pocket he started calling the officers who’d survived, and the families of those who hadn’t. He talked to their mothers, their fathers, their wives and a husband. In the background he could hear a young child asking for milk. Over and over he called and listened to their rage, their pain, that someone could release a video of this event. Not once did they blame him, though Armand Gamache knew they could.”
[…]
“Before he [Beauvoir] left he went into the washroom and splashed cold water onto his face. He looked into the reflection and saw there a man far older than his thirty-eight years. Drawn and tired. And not wanting to do what came next.He felt an ache deep down.Bringing the pill bottle out of his pocket he placed it on the counter and stared at it. Then pouring himself a glass of water he shook a pill into his palm. Carefully breaking it in half he swallowed it with a quick swig.”

These scenes echo in my mind. Time and again we see Beauvoir in a similar situation and succumbing where the Chief did not. It’s easy to judge and say he should have chosen differently. It isn’t hard to make excuses and say he didn’t have his mentor’s support system, maturity or wisdom. It's easy to justify that they had different wounds and different pain - both physical and emotional.

“Those who see the heart only as a place of weakness will be fearful of their own hearts. For them, the heart is a place of pain and anguish, of chaos and of transitory emotions.” (BECOMING HUMAN – Vanier)

It’s true. He should have chosen differently. While there are other factors involved, addiction involves a choice at some point. He didn't make the best choice. And it is also true that he had neither the self-assurance, nor the wisdom of his mentor. He didn’t have Gamache’s faith in grace. It doesn’t excuse his choice, but it might help explain it. Beauvoir still has a long road to travel before he learns to deal with his heart, his vulnerability, and, ultimately, his inner strength. It’s a beautiful journey, though. I’m glad we were invited to come along. “Things are strongest when they’re broken,” is a recurring phrase in the Chief Inspectors memories of Paul Morin. Beauvoir is a stronger – and better – man in the later books. And yes, I still have a crush on him.

“Man is not fully conditioned and determined but rather determines himself whether he gives in to conditions or stands up to them. In other words, man is ultimately self-determining. Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be, what he will become in the next moment.” (MAN’S SEARCH FOR MEANING – Viktor Frankl)

Thoughts. Perceptions. Actions. Choices.

If we realize how much of an impact the interpretation we spin on life affects our actions, we might consciously learn to determine it. We have a choice in how we perceive the world around us. We have a choice regarding what we let our thoughts dwell on. We are not in complete control of our fate, but our choices help shape our lives and our future.

We cannot control what others do or say. We can choose how we react. We frequently cannot control the conditions in our lives. Sometimes we have a choice in promoting a change in our circumstances. Sometimes we can make a choice in how we change ourselves in order to handle what life has given us.

I am frequently teased about being a “Pollyanna”. I’m not an optimist. Far from it. I tend to be very critical and am not unaware of problems, pain, or sorrow. Pollyanna did have an impact in my life, though. Both the book and the movie are probably indelibly engraved in my psyche. As I grew up, I began to do it ever more consciously. It’s become a habit. A good one, I think. Although I’m still very much a work in progress.

“Merci.”Émile paused, taken by surprise. “What for?”“For not leaving me.”Émile reached out and touched Gamache on the arm, then clicked the button and the video started to play.”

Again there are echoes. Gamache chose to confront his mentor and, ultimately, to forgive a lie that he relegated to a small portion in the whole of who his mentor was to him. He had his old mentor at his side when he watched the video. The one thing he thanks Émile for is the one thing that Beauvoir later feels Gamache himself had once failed to do.

Thoughts. Perceptions. Actions. Choices.

I pray that we all are blessed with grace. I pray that we find the strength to change that which can be changed, to confront and forgive when needed, and to understand our plight or at least find meaning, so we can not only endure, but raise ourselves above our fate.

I should drink more water. We should probably all drink more water. I have a little bush in my backyard that has citrus-scented leaves. I like to add them to a water jug and it gives a faint citrus taste to my water.


Unless stated otherwise all quotes are from BURY YOUR DEAD

Friday, November 27, 2015

Haida Feast...Connections and Stories

by Libby

‘The women of both clans have done a traditional Haida feast for you, Chief Inspector.’ (The Brutal Telling, Kindle, p.420)



Gamache is in the Queen Charlotte Islands pursuing some possible connections to the murder investigation in Three Pines; with a trail of references to 'Charlotte', Woo' (and by association, the artist Emily Carr) and the Hermit's red cedar carvings all pointing to the Islands. It seems quite a leap of faith to Beauvoir who disapproves, in his inimitable way.
We have plenty of clues to follow without thinking about a monkey, a hunk of wood and some godforsaken island the hell and gone across the country.’ (The Brutal Telling, Kindle, p.410) 
I love a feast, being able to pick and choose and sample a variety of savoury and sweet foods. I really enjoying putting one on, too. I guess it's my way of making a fuss of others. We always hold a feast in the new year to celebrate our connection to certain friends, and to look forward to the possibilities of the next twelve months. I also like the challenge of discovering and experimenting with different flavours and dishes, and broadening my culinary horizons.

The Haida feast is one I would have happily attended, full of bounty from the sea. I live in a coastal area that has an abundance of seafood, too. And crabs are in season right now. So I decided to make the crab cakes that were offered at the feast. Crab meat (I used blue swimmer crabs) has a delicate taste that is easily overpowered so it's best not to be heavy handed with other ingredients. Lightly fried, the crab cakes go well with a mayonnaise or savoury dipping sauce.

Hmmm...I might have got carried away with the photographs for this post, but they do help to explain things at a glance!

Crab cakes

250g/9oz of crab meat (I used 4 freshly cooked crabs)
1 tablespoon of chopped coriander leaves/cilantro
1 tablespoon of finely chopped spring onion
1 egg, lightly mixed with a fork
1 tablespoon of crème fraîche
½ teaspoon of lime juice
½ teaspoon of fish sauce
1 cup of fresh breadcrumbs
¼ cup of extra virgin olive oil
1 tablespoon of unsalted butter

Sorry, I only need 4 crabs!





1.  Combine all the ingredients except the breadcrumbs and oil/butter.










 
 2.  Shape the mixture into cakes and coat each one with breadcrumbs. 


The fresh breadcrumbs make all the difference. They give a light, crunchy coating when fried.
 
 
3.  Refrigerate for at least an hour for the cakes to 'set'. 


4.  Heat the oil/butter over medium heat and fry the cakes until browned on both sides. Adjust the heat if necessary.

They need less than two minutes on each side. Drain on kitchen paper.  


Serve with your choice of dipping sauce.


Dipping sauce  

I made a light Vietnamese sauce that has a lovely flavour balance of sweet/sour/salty/hot (easy on the chilli, though) that works very well with the crab.

1½ tablespoons of fish sauce
1½ tablespoons of rice vinegar
1 tablespoon of sugar
¼ cup of water
1 tablespoon of lime juice
1 clove of garlic, finely chopped
half a small red chilli, finely sliced

Stir the fish sauce, rice vinegar, sugar and water in a small saucepan over medium heat until the sugar dissolves and simmer point is reached. Cool and then add the lime juice, garlic and chilli, to taste.

These crab cakes are ideal as a starter or appetiser, and they can be made well ahead of time. But I don't think you can beat eating a crab, simply straight from the shell! 


Gamache's entree to the Haida community provides an insight to their connection to the land, their totem art, their fight to stop the decimation of their ancient forests through logging and their continuing protection of the wilderness and their culture.
'The sea feeds our bodies, but that feeds our souls.’ He opened his hands in a simple, small gesture towards the forest. (The Brutal Telling, Kindle, p.429)
It is through learning about the Haida totems, and the stories and history they document in an 'ordered way', that Gamache is able to make a connection to the Hermit's carvings, recognising that they too have an order, that a story is being told, with the power to convey feelings of fear, hope, betrayal.
This murder was about fear. And the lies it produced. But, more subtly, it was about stories. The tales people told the world, and told themselves. The Mythtime and the totems, that uneasy frontier between fable and fact. And the people who fell into the chasm. (The Brutal Telling, Kindle, p.470)
The ramifications are resounding.


At any feast there is always dessert to consider...among other things.  
Over cake, fresh bumbleberries and Cool Whip Gamache told them about the murder.  (The Brutal Telling, Kindle, p.420)
I like to make a bit of a fuss with desserts, as we normally don't eat them on a day-to-day basis. They're always a little bit special! I love their aesthetic possibilities; the play of flavours and textures, the look. I couldn't resist making this dessert, but I could certainly resist the Cool Whip (13 ingredients, highly processed). 

My take on this dessert is a sponge, filled and covered with a mix of pure cream and home-made mascarpone (which is actually a coagulated cream and easy to make) and punchy flavoured berries and currants. I used blueberries and strawberries but also added white and red currants, because I had some fruiting in pots in my garden. I also wanted to have a slightly tart contrast to the sweeter berries.

Sponge cake with mascarpone cream and berries 

Let's eat cake!!



Sponge cake 
The trick to getting a sponge to be light, rise and hold its shape is mostly in the beating of the eggs. I've tried a number of different recipes and techniques but this is the one I favour. I'm not even sure where I got it from. I made just one sponge cake and then halved it, to add the filling. Alternatively, you can make two smaller cakes. 

6 free range eggs, at room temperature 

185g/6.5oz caster/superfine sugar*

165g/6oz all purpose flour

1 teaspoon vanilla extract, or use caster sugar* that has been stored with vanilla beans in it

Zest of one lemon 



 1.  Lightly butter a springform tin or other cake tin/s and line with baking paper. Pre-heat the oven to 170C/340F.

 2.  Starting on low speed, whisk the eggs with the sugar until well combined.

3.  Turn up the speed to medium and continue whisking for several minutes until thick and creamy, and any bubbles have reduced to a very small size.

4.  Add the lemon zest and vanilla and continue whisking until the mixture is glossy and falls in ribbons. Sieve the flour onto a sheet of baking paper and then pour half into the creamed mixture.  

5.  Very gently fold in with a spatula until all the flour is incorporated. Repeat with the other half. Pour gently into the prepared cake tin/s.

6.  Bake for 30 to 35 minutes, or 20 to 25 minutes if you are using two cake tins. 




Mascarpone
I made the mascarpone in the morning and it was ready in the afternoon.



1.  Heat 300ml/10.5fl oz of pouring cream/single cream (35% milk fat) in a saucepan and bring to a simmer.


2.  Add 3/4 tablespoon of fresh strained lemon juice and cook for 1 minute, stirring over medium heat. 



3.  Remove from the heat and cool completely. 


4.  Pour into a muslin-lined strainer that is perched over a bowl, to drain. Refrigerate for several hours. Discard the liquid.









Mascarpone and cream 

1.  Use a spatula to gently mix together 300ml/10.5fl oz of mascarpone with 300ml/10.5fl oz of pure cream that has been lightly whipped. 

2. Fold in 2 tablespoons of sifted icing/powdered sugar and the seeds of one vanilla bean. 




 Blackcurrant spread 

This adds an intensely rich, sweet flavour to the dessert in contrast to the berries and tangy currants.

Gently warm half a cup of blackcurrant jam (I used a jam full of whole blackcurrants...yum!) until it melts. Remove from the heat and allow to cool.

Add two tablespoons of Crème de Cassis (blackcurrant liqueur) and mix to a spreadable consistency. Its deep, concentrated flavour is an important element in this dessert. 


Mixed berries 
Mix together a selection of in-season, unsweetened berries/currants of your choice. Slice any larger berries. 

Assembling the sponge
Spread the bottom half of the cake with the blackcurrant spread. Add a thick layer of mascarpone cream and then a generous layer of mixed berries. 

Sandwich with the other half of the cake and then cover the entire cake with the remaining mascarpone cream. Heap all the remaining berries into a generous mound on top of the cake. Simple but gorgeous! Refrigerate, then take out 20 minutes before serving.

Cut into big, fat generous slices! There's a wonderful explosion of flavour contrasts in this dessert.



What was interesting for me about this episode in the Queen Charlotte Islands, were the revelations about the Canadian artist, Emily Carr. It was amazing how she ventured alone into the wilderness and expressed her responses to it, the ancient forests, and the First Nation people in Haida Gwaii (the Queen Charlotte Islands), with a unique 'voice'. The stories she had to tell through her works were powerful, persuasive and inspirational.
... Carr, the woman who had captured Canada’s shame, not by painting the displaced, broken people, but by painting their glory. (The Brutal Telling, Kindle, p.383)
She worked mostly in isolation and with great originality, developing a modernistic, boldly coloured style with simplified forms, that eschewed a literal representation of what she observed and experienced. 

Here is a little background and some of Carr's works across three decades, at a glance.

I like that Clara takes inspiration and strength from Emily Carr's conviction to pursue her art alone and in the face of hostility. It is quite apt at a time when Clara is feeling cast out in the wilderness. And it's a neat connection when Clara gets another opportunity to exhibit following a chance meeting with Therese Brunel at Emily Carr's statue in Montreal. 

Further research of Emily Carr has opened up, for me, a fascinating journey into Canadian modernist painting in the first three decades of the 20th century. I’ve particularly engaged with those works inspired by the Canadian landscape and rural life, innovative in their style and 'language', and alive with the richness and boldness of their colour, and unique and compelling sense of Canadian identity. 

I'm impressed, and even more so since having recently viewed quite a selection of these works, including those of the leading Quebecois artists at that time, in the Musée Des Beaux-Arts Montreal! Wonderful!!

And I'm reminded of the power of stories, to inspire, provide us with new connections and understandings, and broaden our outlook...and just how transformative they can be. 

Thank you Louise Penny.