If you have been in the shop in the last month or so between the hours of 7:45am and 10am you might have noticed my propensity to play Stan Rogers quite loudly lately. As you may know, or may not, or may not care, I have a fondness for music. I would say I’m a bit of a pleasurist – that is, someone who likes things that make me feel good: namely music, food, drink, and good lovin’. I’m lucky that these things surround me all the time. And at the shop, music is a pretty big part of our day. At night the kids have anthems that signal the end of the day. Usually hip hop with lots of cuss words. In the morning, I’m usually looking for something inspirational, something that will get me revved up for the day that lies before me like an unopened book. And recently that has been courtesy of Mr. Stan Rogers.
Like many kids my age, I was exposed to a truckload of silly folk music by record-playin’ semi-hippy parents. I say silly because as a child of the seventies, and a teenager of the eighties/nineties, folk music wasn’t cool to listen to until Pearl Jam and Soundgarden opened for Neil Young (I lost my pants during a crowd-surfing adventure at that show – but I digress). My folks had a pretty extensive record collection, most of which my brother poached in the great “Chris Is Taking All Of Mom and Dad’s Records” event of the early 2000s, and we got to listen to a lot of Raffi, Anne Murray, Gordon Lightfoot, Beatles, and Huey Lewis and the News (ok, that was later) growing up. But of those, the artist that I listen to the most as an adult is Stan Rogers, hands down.
Stan Rogers’ music has the ability to make me feel connected to this country. I’m innately Canadian when I listen to Stan Rogers. And as an added bonus, no one can really give you grief for listening to him. My staff has been quick to tease me about my other indulgences, but I haven’t heard a peep about my current playlist. It’s like criticizing Margaret Atwood. “Handmaid’s Tale? Meh. Too wordy.” People just don’t do it.
Because of my culinary upbringing, I am never just satisfied with any one part of my job. Don’t get me wrong – I love what I do, but when I visit a farm and see how the animal lives, then get it into my shop and carve muscles apart, french the bones and tie the roasts, I can’t help but want to take it a step further. Cooking is a passion and will always be. Perhaps you will see something soon which allows me to play with fire again. When I butcher meat, I’m always thinking about how to cook it. And in the mornings, when I’m all alone in my wee shop, listening to Stan Rogers loudly with a side of beautiful pork in front of me, boning knife in hand, I’m thinking about how I can make my food more Canadian. This sounds as silly as my parents’ record collection, I know, but I have a sense of national pride in these small quiet moments. So with that said, here are dishes I have thought of cooking while listening to Stan Rogers’ songs. Please keep in mind these aren’t detailed recipes like others I’ve posted. Perhaps because when I think of them I’m too tired to be that organized.
The Mary Ellen Carter
- Pork Head Terrine
Brine the head overnight in salt, maple syrup, cloves, cinnamon, juniper, garlic and water. The next day poach it in a court bouillon (essentially a vegetable stock with white wine). Once cooked, cool in the liquid. Using your hands, strip all of the meat from the head. Slice the ears. Put every thing in a terrine mold and strain the liquid over the meat. Refrigerate. After it sets, unmold, and slice portions. Plate with a small salad of frisee dressed with grainy mustard. Serve with hot grilled bread and a pot of mayonnaise mixed with lots of chopped capers, gherkins, parsley, chives and mustard.
Working Joe
- Pork Shoulder Croquette
Braise pork shoulder with mirepoix, dark beer, mustard, maple syrup, rosemary, chicken stock. Cool. Strip off meat and place in mixing bowl. Add mayo, fresh breadcrumbs, chopped rosemary, and maple syrup. Form into cakes, dredge in flour, coat in egg wash and then breadcrumbs. Fry until golden and hot all the way through. Serve with pancakes. Because pancakes are delicious.
Barrett’s Privateers
Actually can’t work while listening to this song. Too much foot stompin’ and coffee drinkin’.
The House Of Orange
- Sausage
Debone a quail and stuff it with a sausage flavored with Chinese Five Spice and Maple Syrup (I totally wonder where you can find a couple of those). Wrap the stuffed quail with bacon. Using a mandolin and a knife, cut potatoes to a size mimicking rice. Make a “risotto” with the potato, flavoured with wild mushrooms, leek, and bacon. Roast the stuffed quail and serve on top of the potato risotto.
White Squall
- Rib Chop
Salt, pepper and a grill. This song is sad as hell so I can’t think about much other than red-eyed Wiarton girls.
The Idiot
- Center Cut Pork Loin Chops
Season the chops well and fry in a hot pan until golden on each side. Remove from pan and rest. Lower the heat and add chopped shallots and garlic to the same pan and caramelize over a low heat. Deglaze with white wine. Throw a handful of chopped wild mushrooms to the pan. Sauté until cooked. Add chopped parsley and chives, a squeeze of lemon, and a dash of cream. Reheat the chops in the pan with everything else and, when hot, place the whole mess out onto a platter sided with buttery mashed potatos and a lemony green salad.
The Wreck Of The Athens Queen
- Pork Belly Confit
Render pork fat from the back. Portion the belly into squares about four inches by four inches. Score the skin. Cure the belly overnight with salt, sugar, garlic, thyme, rosemary, juniper and brandy. Next day, heat up the pork fat in a deep pot. Rinse the cure off of the pork belly. Put the belly in the fat and confit at 275˚F for about three hours or four. Cool in the fat. Reheat the belly in a hot oven (450˚F), skin side down so it gets crispy. Serve with cabbage braised in brandy and a shaved apple salad.
Northwest Passage
- Whole Roast Leg of Pork
Ok, so above all others, this is the quintessential Stan Rogers Canadian song. I think every Prime Minister since Trudeau has had to follow the footsteps of brave Kelso as a rite of passage before entering 24 Sussex. And the song seems to go on and on, much like the hard travels of the sailors who risked their lives in the north. So a long roast of fresh ham it is. Score the skin finely and rub in marinade of salt, thyme, garlic, shallots, green onions, sage, and mustard seed and then stud with cloves. Allow the ham to marinate overnight. Roast in a low oven (275˚F) until a meat thermometer reads 145˚F when injected into the fattest part of the leg. Rest before carving. Serve with roasted root vegetables or a tomato salad, depending on what time of year it is.
So there you go. That’s the kind of stuff I think about in the morning. For some reason I think these types of recipes to be indicative of Canadian cuisine. Which is 100% unfounded, but I dare say if you ate any of these dishes whilst looking out over the vastness that is Lake Huron from a deck, and someone in your party was strumming a pretty tune on an acoustic, AND you were enjoying a cold beer, you would feel pretty darn Canadian. Or like a hoser. (According to my wife.) I do want to point out that there’s not much reason why those particular songs inspire these recipes, other than the fact that certain tunes can put you into a certain headspace. Tom Waits is a genius at this. And so is Stan Rogers. You may not care for his music, and that’s fine, but it’s hard to deny the power this music holds over our dear nation. And that’s why I turn the volume up. I apologize in advance if you unexpectedly fall victim to the power of the Rogers.












































