Jeff Culbreath at Hallowed Ground reports good results from an experiment in making cantaloupe jam.
Yes. Cantaloupe jam.
And I'm fortunate enough to have received a quart of it when I met the Culbreaths after Mass this morning. I'm quite eager to get home and try some; as well as to make a report on the latest traditionalist apostolate I've visited, the parish of St. Stephen First Martyr in Sacramento. Hopefully the pictures I took on my phone of their beautiful renovation of an old Lutheran facility will turn out (not that even my pictures at their best turn out). I was warned that St. Stephens wasn't in the best part of town. Really it wasn't that bad. I was also told it was rather plain--just an old protestant church that they acquired. Again, someone was simply being modest. The church itself was beautiful. The high altar and reredos, and the communion rail, looked like they'd always been there. There wasn't room for side altars, but whomever they used to redesign the church did a wonderful job of working in the Blessed Mother and St. Joseph into niches in the main (only) sanctuary, and also side shrines for Our Lady of Fatima and the Sacred Heart image towards the back. The windows were ingeniously done--small windows with blue glass and beautiful little medallions in them. The statuary was something else, too. They had new statues in the mission style (very well done) of St. Stephen, flanked by Ss. Peter and Paul (as well as the BVM and St. Joseph, mentioned above). The Stations of the Cross were in the same style, and again were very well done.
The parish (and they ARE a real canonical parish BTW--a personal parish) had a number of classrooms (plenty of room for a school, although I gather its opening has been postponed at least a year), a well-stocked shop with homeschooling materials, Catholic books and gifts, a nice hall, and best of all, a shaded courtyard where parishioners could gather and visit after Mass. How nice that was! Some of the folks that were driving long distances even ate a picnic lunch there as they visited. Oh, to have a parish home of ones' own!!! Of course, the one problem with St. Stephens was the size of the church itself. Built for a protestant community for which Sunday observance was optional, and for which contraception was all the rage, it was grossly undersized, compared to the school buildings and the hall. It must have only seated about 200 people. It wasn't terribly crowded for a the summer low Mass (one of three Sunday Masses), but I'm sure it must be packed in the fall and winter during high Mass, and almost impossible to get into on major feastdays. I would fear that they'll outgrow their beautiful home quite soon.
As for the Culbreaths, and everyone else I met after the 10:30am Mass...they were delightful. Interesting how the collection of traddies in any city has so many similarities to the collection of traddies at home. In Phoenix and in Rockford and even (although to a lesser degree) in Washington, I've seen and met so many of the same sorts of folk as in the two "regular" traditional communities in Kansas City. They've got so much in common with each other, and so little in common with the people one typically meets on the street or in a nightclub or an insurance salesmen's convention or in a typical suburban Catholic church. Meeting such similar people, so far away from home, makes me dream again of a great American traditional Catholic migration, wherein we all head to the same place and push the modernists and protties and infidels out. Waa haahaaahaaahaaahaa! (If we could only all agree on where that would be and figure out how we'd make a living once we got there!)
Anyways, wish me luck getting the jam home on the plane, by the way. Hopefully the airport security goons won't confiscate it and blow it up on the tarmac because they think it's a bomb. IT'S JUST JAM, YOU STUPID GOVERNMENT MORONS!!!! Now go back to taking water away from little girls!!!