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The Keeper of Lost Causes

Some time ago when I started reading the Wallander novels by Henning Mankell, I hadn’t realized there was a popular fiction genre known as Nordic Noir, featuring a host of messed up detectives. I haven’t read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson or any of his other books for that matter, nor have I seen the movie.  I’ve actually kind of avoided it, but I can’t exactly tell you why. It turns out there are quite a few “Nordic” authors of mystery fiction who have been gaining popularity. However, when I wandered through a local bookstore last week, I wasn’t looking for Nordic fiction. I don’t know exactly what I was looking for. I had started reading Barney’s Version by Mordecai Richler in an e-book form a while ago, but that book really hasn’t caught my interest in the same way that Solomon Gursky was Here did, and so I’ve been avoiding it in the best way possible – by reading other books.

My eyes were attracted to the cover of The Keeper of Lost Causes by Jussi Adler-Olsen, sitting on a display rack in the fiction section of the bookstore. What attracted me was the first name of the author, Jussi, because I recalled that Jussi was the name of Kurt Wallander’s dog in the Mankell books and that Wallander had named Jussi after a Swedish opera singer. That’s just the way it goes sometimes. So I picked up the book. A Department Q Novel. On the back it talked about Carl Mørck, once one of Copenhagen’s best homicide detectives. He was shot up by some bad guys. One of his colleagues was killed and another paralyzed, and Carl was messed up with survivor guilt. The police force didn’t know what to do with him so they promoted him to head a new department – Department Q –  in which he was the only detective, a department that would focus on the coldest of the cold cases, the lost causes. He is given an assistant, a Syrian refugee named Assad who proves to be both talented and useful, as well as an interesting character.

Much of the charm of this book lies in the interplay between the cynical, damaged police detective Carl Mørck and his unlikely assistant, and their ability to piece together a case years after a squad of investigators had given up. The plot is highly unlikely but inventive and cleverly presented and from about a third of the way through the book becomes a page turner.  I enjoyed the book, and when I’m looking for more light fiction of the mystery-detective variety, I’ll happily read more by Jussi Adler-Olsen.

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Lefty

Do you remember Lefty Frizzell? He was both an excellent singer and songwriter too. I thought about him after posting a couple videos of Handsome Ned the other day. I don’t know just why my mind made that jump. I haven’t thought about Frizzell’s music in years. I suppose I heard a little bit of Lefty in Ned. Mr. Frizzell has been gone for a long time now and I’m sure to many readers his name isn’t familiar. I hope  you enjoy the samples of his work featured on tonight’s Daily Dose.

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Seven Psychopaths

We went out to the local cinema to see Seven Psychopaths tonight. Here’s how IMDb describes the film… A struggling screenwriter inadvertently becomes entangled in the Los Angeles criminal underworld after his oddball friends kidnap a gangster’s beloved Shih Tzu. Peculiar? You bet. Goofy? Sometimes. Funny? Sometimes, yes. Violent? Yep.  Highlights for me? A brief non-speaking role for Harry Dean Stanton, who is now 86.  Also, Tom Waits has a role in the film.

I think I liked this movie, but I’m just not sure exactly why. As I mentioned, it’s peculiar. Do I recommend it? Well, um….yeah sure. I think so.

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Soup Time

Roasted Squash Soup. Perfect for a cool fall day.

Start by putting on some tunes. I selected an old fave CD called South Texas Polka Party, but you can feel free to select whatever music makes you happy.

Cut up and add to a roasting pan:

  • loads of butternut squash
  • a big red onion
  • several ripe tomatoes

Add several whole cloves of garlic and a sprig of rosemary. Drizzle some olive oil over the whole business

Roast it for an hour in the oven.

Meanwhile…..dig up that two day old bread you’ve been meaning to toss out. Cut it into little squares. Splash some good olive oil into a cast iron pan (you can use any pan but I like making these in a cast iron pan) and heat the pan to medium. Add the bread along with some spices. Don’t tell anybody but I use my standard bbq rub spice mix for this. Be generous with the spices. Cook the croutons for 3 or 4 minutes, then set them aside in a bowl.

Take the roasted squash et al out of the oven and add it to a soup pot. Pull the rosemary leaves off the stem and discard the stem. Add some dried thyme and some stock. I didn’t measure any of this but today I used about 1 and a half good sized squash to about about 2 litres of stock.  Cook it all together for a few minutes and using an immersion blender, blend until you achieve a nice smooth consistency.

When you serve the soup, set out a bowl of your super-tasty home-made croutons, a bowl of coarsely grated Gruyère cheese, and a bowl of Arno’s ground habaneros (or, since I have Arno’s habanero powder and you don’t, any hot chiles will do) so your guests can fire up the soup as much or as little as they like it.

 

 

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Arno’s Habaneros dried and ground

Most of the habaneros were dry after about 30 hours in the dehydrator. At that point there remained a couple handfuls that were still not ready so I removed the dry ones and left the others on overnight, removing them next morning. During the drying period, the house was filled with an omnipresent odour which I would describe as unusual and wonderful if only it were for a few minutes. A day and a half of the smell of drying haberneros is intense.

habanero after drying

 

These chiles took on a beautiful deep amber colour once dried. In contrast, the last batch I dried were scotch bonnets that looked about the same prior to drying but which dried a brighter orange. I use an inexpensive electric coffee grinder to grind up the dried chiles. After I did this once, I realized that I would never be able to clean all the hotness from the grinder so I have dedicated it for this purpose alone.

 

I try to grind to a uniform grit but this is very challenging with the technology I’m using. Some of the habaneros turn to a fine powder, which flies everywhere no matter how carefully I open the grinder. As a result, I do quite a bit of sneezing and coughing. I suppose I should really use a fine particle mask for this operation to avoid the effects of the powder. Next time.

 

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Steel Rail Blue

I was thinking back to my days living in a storefront studio on Ossington Ave. back in the mid-80s. I really liked that place and had all kinds on interesting adventures back when I lived there.  Ossington back then was a mish-mash of businesses. Portuguese kitchen shops. A bakery that sold me stale pastries. A variety store that sold me stale milk. Some fish stores up at Dundas. A few artists sprinkled here and there. A printer. The drunk tank. A booze-can. Around the corner on Queen, a fortune teller.

Back then I thought some of the best live music happening in Toronto was being made by a guy who called himself Handsome Ned. I think we first saw him as a singer in a rockabilly outfit called The Sidewinders. Then later he played the Cameron regularly, and some of the other local places too, solo and with his band.  He also had a radio show on CKLN that I think was called the Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor Show. I believe it was early in 87 when Handsome Ned died. I recall it seemed like a huge loss for our community at the time.

Here’s a video I found on the YouTube machine featuring Handsome Ned performing Steel Rail Blue.

And here are The Handsome Neds