Years ago, when I couldn’t sleep, long after midnight, I’d drive into the big city. It was strangely peaceful, alone in the car, a talk radio station playing quietly, the long road stretching out before me. I found it soothing and a welcome break from tossing and turning in bed.
Well, I admit there was also a little loneliness and sadness at the root of it. And being out on the road, heading into the metropolis, was a welcome respite and exciting distraction.
I’d cross the inlet over the Lions Gate Bridge from the North Shore, down the deserted Stanley Park causeway, round a curve and slam into Vancouver, rising like a bright wall in the night.
Big city, bright lights
What a sight! A landscape of buildings, glass and light. Towers of luminescent offices and apartment buildings, traffic lights and street lamps, flashing signs and illuminated billboards. My focus was on the road ahead, but my eyes darted everywhere: at the restaurants and coffee shops along Robson Street, laughing, roaring groups emerging from bars, a man dancing like a monkey through a crosswalk, a couple paused in front of a frame shop.
Sometimes I’d park near a busy intersection and walk a few blocks along the street, allowing myself to be swept along with the tide of people. Grocery stores were busy as ever and much more interesting than in the daylight hours. Loud music pumping out of the Fresgo Inn on Davie, and the nightclubs, I’ve forgotten all the names. Rohan’s Rockpile? Oil Can Harry’s? The Cave? The Luvafair?
In the summertime, a posse of motorcycles might explode through an entire block, their deafening roar amplified by and echoing off the buildings either side of the street. And ambulances, fire trucks and police cars. It was loud, all the sights and sounds, the people, the clatter, taking me far away from that dark room back home.
And quieting.
How bizarre!
These trips wouldn’t last long. Soon enough, I’d look for something to eat, take it back to the car and listen to music while I ate.
“Pele preaches words of comfort,
Zina just hides her eyes.
Policeman taps his shades and says,
‘That a Chevy ‘69?’
How bizarre! How bizarre, how bizarre!” 1
My favourite place was Siegel’s Bagels in a little strip mall off Cornwall Avenue and Cypress Street. South of False Creek, far side of the Burrard St. Bridge.
At 3 a.m., there weren’t too many customers, but the bagel makers were working hard. Pounding out those bagels!
Bagels by the hundreds
If you timed it right, you’d see hundreds of them being pulled from the brick wood-fired oven. They’d come out on longboards (20 feet?), on which they’d been baked. The baker would raise the board from the oven, then skilfully tip them backwards into large stainless-steel trays.
They’d cool there for half an hour, then some were loaded into display cases. And you’d step up and have to choose two or three or four, maybe one of each. Sesame, poppy seed, onion, multigrain, everything. And revel! I’d get a bag of them, all warm, all unadorned with fixings, and a Jones Soda, and head back to the car.
These were authentic Montreal Bagels, the real deal. Compared to the New York-style bagel, they’re smaller, thinner, with a hint of sweetness. The hole’s more prominent, too, and the crumb’s a little chewier. However, St. Viateur aficionados (a famous Montreal bagelry) might have a few quibbles with them.
The real deal
I’ve had New York bagels and have enjoyed the tradition behind them, the braggadocio, but for me, the Montreal style’s the way they oughta be! The real deal.
And Siegel’s Bagels at 3 a.m. was the peak experience for me. (Siegels is still there, and well worth a visit, a Vancouver institution. They used to operate at the Granville Island Market, but I haven’t been there for a few years!)
I’d head back through the city, and by the time I’d hit the Lions Gate Bridge again, my tummy was full, and the bagels were happy memories. All the ghosts and barking dogs were far behind me.
I’d park the car, tiptoe through the house and crawl into bed. And I’d stare into the darkness, a tune running through my head.
“How bizarre! How bizarre!”
A new outlook for the Happy Monk Baking Company, a shift of focus from oven-to-home bread delivery to the community of the Pender Island Farmers Market [ See Link in Profile ]
Jan 29
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A bread-fail last week produced great-tasting Sesame-Miso Frisbees or Umami Chapeaus! What to do with the remnants? Hard-bread, rusks, croutons, or what have you. And the Ravens get their fair share, too … O come to me Huginn and Munnin! Fill your beaks and carry my greetings and blessings to Odin! [ See link in my LinkTree in HappyMonk Profile ]
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Jul 21
Latest Happy Monk Blog: The World is Too Much With Us - In our little Island paradise, how to embrace all the beauty when the world is going to hell in a hand basket? ALSO: Baker`s Choice - Brown-Rice Miso and Sesame Sourdough [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Jul 17
Latest Happy Monk Blog: "A Bird Came Down the Walk," a brief flirtation with ChatGPT that was awkward but offered an exquisite poem by Emily Dickinson. [See LinkTree in Profile ]
Jul 3
Resurrected a couple of Salish Sourdough loaves forgotten inside Mildrith, the wood-fired oven. They emerged charred and hell-fired, sadly, so I took a knife to them and made them almost new again!
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Jun 9
Strongly recommend installing the Smell-O-Vision™ feature on your device to appreciate the aroma of these Rye-Currant Sourdough loaves, just out of the oven. Wish I could capture it in a jar, or make a scratch ‘n’ sniff postage stamp (like the recent French stamp commemorating the baguette). And this loaf tastes just as lovely as they look!
Jun 1
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Happy Monk Tidings - May 15, 2024 🍞 - BLOG REDUX: "Saving Grace"; BAKER`S CHOICE: Sprouted Purple Barley Sourdough; REGULAR: Seed Feast.
May 15
It’s late at night and chances are there’s a baker near you having fun with bread dough …
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May 5
All spelt, all the time … well, with a few glugs of maple syrup
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Apr 20
New Happy Monk Blog: Spring brings mixed blessings! A sense of loss, along with warmth and a new cast of light, "That Science cannot overtake / But Human Nature Feels." Westeros and Emily Dickinson`s sensitive heart. [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Apr 3
This little guy is a workhorse, plain and simple. A brute! Thursday, it milled over 27kg of incredible flour for a recipe that needed the freshest flour possible. And its output was beautiful. Wheat, spelt, rye and buckwheat. A larger mill could have handled that in a fraction of the time, but who’s complaining? Some amazing bread was the result, milled and mixed the same day. A Country Miche from an article by Eric Pallant @epallant in the Winter/Spring 2023 issue of Bread Lines.
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Mar 2
Latest Happy Monk Blog - The Living Rock Island – Our Little Corner of South Pender Island 🍞 [See LinkTree in Profile]
Feb 28
O, for a slice of raisin sourdough! that hath been
Warm’d a long age in the deep delvéd oven,
Tasting of Hestia and the ocean green,
Rest and a slow moving song and sunburnt mirth!
O for a loaf full of the warm South
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded raisins winking at the crumb,
And cinnamon-stainéd mouth;
That I might eat, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
— Apologies to John Keats for my butchery of his “Ode to a Nightingale”
Feb 25
At the outset of the Happy Monk Baking Company, I cherished those early mornings, working alone with Mildrith in the dark before the birds began their glorious morning chorus. The world was silent, unhurried. Mildrith and me, the trees, the solid earth, a passing deer, the baskets of bread dough waiting for the oven.
Going to work in the pre-dawn hours was something bakers did, I thought. They sacrificed sleep and delivered their bread early to appreciative customers. It was a romantic notion on my part, a naïve commitment to the baking trade without fully understanding the consequences, i.e. sleep debt.
It was satisfying to have loaves ready for some customers before noon; it was a triumph! But by the time most of the bread was ready for delivery, bagged and labelled, my eyelids were growing heavy, my mind fuzzy, my body slowing down.
And it wasn’t safe driving up-island.
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Feb 1
Milling a little corn to mix in with some marinated olives before they go into a tapenade infused dough. Big olive flavour … plus a rare shot of Mildrith, the wood-fired oven!
Nov 19
Happy Monk Tidings - November 15, 2023 BAKER`S CHOICE this week: Olive Sourdough Loaf; AND: An Emotional Weather Report [ See LinkTree in Profile ] 🍞
Nov 15
Happy Monk Tidings - November 1, 2023 🍞 - BAKER`S CHOICE: Sourdough Sandwich Loaf; BLOG: Don`t Let That Wonder Lawyer Tell You It`s Not Real Bread! [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Nov 1
Dylan Thomas, one of my muses, would have been 109 years old this Friday, Oct. 27. One of a small-handful of poets whose words are cherished and summoned often for their music and wisdom. They soothe, they sing, they evoke. I`ll be thinking of him this bread day, under "the mustardseed sun"….. and the "switchback sea"…. as he "celebrates and spurns his driftwood thirty fifth wind turned age."
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Happy Monk Tidings - October 25, 2023 🍞 - BAKER`S CHOICE - Sprouted Emmer Sourdough; BLOG: Happy Birthday, Dylan Thomas! [See LinkTree in Profile ]
Oct 25
Happy Monk Tidings - October 18, 2023 - 🍞: BAKER`s CHOICE: Seedy Spelt and Rye Bread; BLOG: It Starts With Wonder? What`s That?
Oct 18
Happy Monk Tidings - October 11, 2023 BAKER`S CHOICE: Potato Rosemary Bread; BLOG: Swimming with Otters 🍞
Oct 11
Happy Monk Tidings - BLOG: Abundance: Season of Apples; Baker`s Choice: Pender Island Apple Bread with Pender Apples and Twin Island Cider - October 4, 2023 🍞 [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Oct 4
Happy Monk Tidings - September 27, 2023 🍞 - BAKER`S CHOICE THIS WEEK: Harvest Bread; BLOG: Positively Fourth Avenue - [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Sep 27
Happy Monk Tidings - September 20, 2023 🍞 - BAKER`S CHOICE: Garlic Levain Bread; BLOG: Harumph! Author Says Leave the Baking to the Professionals! [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Sep 20
A hefty Country Miche, formula from Breadlines published by Bread Bakers Guild of America. Hefty in size, hefty in flavour. Four flours (Sifted Metchosin Wheat, Rye, Buckwheat, Spelt), a super-active levain and an intense crust colour. I think I’m addicted! It’s kind of finicky, though, and trying to work out a reasonable schedule to produce 40 loaves for Happy Monk customers.
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Sep 14
From the song “How Bizarre” by OMC, 1995. OMC stood for “Otara Millionaires Club.” They were a one-hit-wonder group from New Zealand. See the video. ↩