Venison Cubanos Recipe

A while ago, the movie Chef had us all gasping for Mojo’s Marinated Pork Cubanos, it so famously promoted.

This very traditional Cuban cuisine has become all the more popular, (Especially since the movie came out) but here in South Africa, we tend to take the best the world offers, and add a twist to it.

This is why we decided to try our own recipe of the cabanas, only replacing the pork with some proper game meat.

Now we know that to take some of the healthiest meat on earth, and smash it with bread and mustard is not the most normal thing to do, but we tested it, and the taste is superb in every way.

Try it out, and let us know what you think.

Ingredients

Slowly cooked venison roast, thinly sliced. Warthog or wild boar but we prefer a good blue wildebeest above all else.

2 pieces of white baguettes, 6 inch/15 cm in length, cut in half

Melted butter, for brushing

Steers mustard

2 thin slices Swiss cheese

2 or 3 dill pickled cucumbers, thinly sliced

Optional thinly sliced gherkins as well.

Instructions

Heat a griddle or frying pan over medium heat.

Cut the loaf of bread into quarters and slice each quarter in half horizontally for the sandwiches.

Spread the mustard or mayonnaise on the bread. Then make each sandwich by layering the roasted venison slices, cheese, and dill pickles.

Lightly coat the cooking surface of the griddle or frying pan with cooking spray or butter. Place one sandwich onto the hot surface.

Put a clean, heavy skillet on top of the sandwich to flatten it. Press the bread down to about 1/3 of its original size.

Leave the skillet on top of the sandwich and grill for 1 or 2 minutes. Lift the heavy skillet, turn the sandwich over and repeat this step for the other side of the sandwich.

The cheese should be melted and the bread golden brown. Slice each sandwich in half diagonally and serve.

Let sandwiches stand 1 minute before cutting in half. Serve immediately and gobble it all up!

Keep living it vividly grand.

Keep living it vividly grand.

People like changes. And so do we. In a good way at least.

And that is why Vividly Grand had its brand new makeover. The layout is still something of a working progress, but we’re enjoying every moment of it! Granted, we have been posting a decent amount of fiction lately, but who can resist some good and fresh literature when it presents itself in the spur of the moment?

Going energetically forward from here though, loads of posts will still keep the ladies and gentleman educated and entertained on the proper conduct of the most noblest way of living in an extremely confused and overexposed world.

This week’s findings include a post for the men on how to properly fold a paper plane, of which the basic three examples shown, were outside my own framework of memory on the subject. Hop over to http://bit.ly/1o3asR0 but beware, it can get both time consuming and end up in a full-blown addiction.

For the ladies we found this lifestyle article at Atelier Doré titled: Nina Clemente’s Fettuccine Bolognese. I’ll spare you the just of it as it doesn’t matter where in the world you are, that just sounds good! The recipe and story can be seen here: http://bit.ly/2waFftW

Then to something more on a motivational note. I read one of these coffee quotes this weekend that stated:

Weekend coffee tasted like happiness and new possibilities.

Weekend coffee or not, happiness and new possibilities are terms I can work with. Every day of my life. Yet it sometimes happens that we take a step in faith, a move in the right direction and everything seems to be coming against you. And not just the random everyday stuff either, but a series of supernatural and disastrous events gang up against you. (I know all the other lifestyle bloggers have these beautiful idyllic lives but I find myself in the real world here.)

What helps one through such a time, is the reminder that nothing is permanent. The thought doesn’t make it lighter or easier to bear, but somehow in that, there is hope, and with hope, a definitive course of action. Action leads to momentum, and before you know it, you enter the Promised Land, (or whatever places your heart desire.)

And on that note, we’ll keep posting, keep encouraging and most of all, keep living it vividly grand.

Power, Love, Self-control

Power, love and self-control

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

2 Timothy 1:7

 

When confronted with the challenges and difficulties in this life, that which we are commanded to overcome, (Revelations 2:7) it is often easier to, out of habit or otherwise, become the victims of whatever it is we are facing.

The response to an unexpected calamity is more than often, either to ignore it by falling into a gradual, downward spiraling depression, or to be suddenly overwhelmed by emotions of sorrow and fear, often as a result of unbelief.

Even though we know the scriptures, we still see how powerless we are against the evils of this world, whether outside our circles of influence or effecting us directly on a personal level.

What then, according to the Word of God, should our expectation be the Holy Spirit who lives and reigns in each of us, who are in Christ Jesus?

 

Power.

The power of God in us. When people look at your life, would they without hesitation say that you are full of the power of God? Would people look at the fruit of the work of your hands, and know that God’s power is mightily in work through you?

We would most certainly say that of Jesus, and yet his Word declares that if his words remain in us, then He is in us and we in him. (John 15:7)

So whatever we are facing, whatever difficulty, whether it be financial, in health, in our relationships, or a major threat to the safety of our community, we need to ask and think upon the power of God in us regarding the situation.

If you are wondering about the definition of the power of God, go and read the stories of Moses leading the Israelites out of Egypt, David’s mighty men fighting wars, Jesus commanding the weather to behave but also the power of God through sacrifices of love.

 

Love

It is needful for us to love God above anything (or anyone) else, but are we receiving enough love from Him to love ourselves with a velocity that outshines all the troubles of this world?

We say we love God, but do we spend sufficient time in His presence? The ten minutes of prayer every morning is worth a lot but spend ten minutes with your spouse every day and see where your marriage is heading.

If we really love God, it would show in our actions, (just like any other love affair) and those actions would include ample time reading the Word of God and ample time sitting in his presence (either through meditating or verbal prayer.)

Our love for God, through our very living, should transcend into am unquenchable love for ourselves and ultimately, an equal love for others, of which the result cannot be anything but thoughts, words and actions loaded with power, love and a sound mind.

 

A Sound mind

Many of us are familiar with this verse and we read it with much comfort, sometimes missing the essence of this very phrase at the end.

The King James Version speaks of “a sound mind” and rightly so, for among men, there is nothing more productive, more effective and more powerful in the Kingdom of God, than a sound and healthy mind. Research and science keeps reminding us that most of our illnesses originates in the brain, and that if you want to live a healthy lifestyle, you need to align your thoughts toward more heavenly patterns of love and holiness.

Looking a bit closer at the original Greek word in the verse, sōphronismos, the meaning of the word according to Strong’s is more in the line of ‘discipline, that is, self control: – sound mind.’

Our daily habits can be the biggest culprits with many an unwanted circumstance, but the knowledge of the meaning of this verse gives us something hard to chew on. Seemingly clean thoughts does not quite emphasize the discipline and self-control needed to overcome the mountains we face.

 

If we then, in our true and genuine love for God, ask Him to fill us with the Holy Spirit, (Matthew 7:11) harnessed with persistence in discipline and self-control, then over time and with patience, the power of God working in and through us, will be undeniable to those who are in need. It has the potential to change not only our worlds, but also the lives of so many others.

Written by:  Johannes A Snyman  Photo: Tanja Heffner

The Old Dairy

The Old Dairy

By Johannes Adriaan Snyman
“He is coming undone,” Barry said, taking a sip of his tea from the plastic cup.

“You what, mate?” John asked who just entered the leisure room at The Old Dairy.

“Steve over there,” Barry indicated with both his eyes and the cup in his hand to a middle-aged man dressed in a white overall, sitting in the corner of the room with his head hanging forward. “He is coming undone.”

“What are you on about?” John asked while pouring himself a cup of tea from his metal flask.

“Tell him Steve,” Barry mocked with a grin on his face. “Tell old John, what does the doctor say?”

Feeling sorry for himself, Steve didn’t move.

John raised his eyebrows, looking at Barry, whom in turn whispered that Steve had left his cigarettes at home. John, twice the size of either two companions, walked the four steps to where Steve was sitting, and held his own packet out with one cigarette drawn.

“Do you want a fag mate?”

Without looking up, Steve just shook his head, declining the offer.

“It’s no use, John,” Barry said with a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’ve offered him one, he doesn’t want it. He is coming undone.”

“Goodness me!” John lashed out at Barry in irritation. “Honestly mate, what are you on about?”

“Ask him,” Barry replied laughing. “He is the one all grumpy and moody.”

John looked at Steve but realized he will not be getting any explanation from him within the fifteen-minute tea break.

Even though Barry and John’s blue overalls indicated that they work in a different section of the dairy, the three of them have been processing milk for over a decade, and has consequently grown to be more than mere colleagues. Drinks after work in the pub came as natural as the British tradition itself, and they all knew Steve’s stubborn nature.

“All right then,” John said when he saw the situation was bordering on hopeless. “Let’s have it then!”
Barry who was waiting for the moment, enjoyed every second of it. “First it was ADHD. Then that got sorted with some pills. Then it was Bipolar disorder. Then that was under control. Although the man could hardly stay awake with that medication. And now it is coming undone. Steve got some new pills.”

Barry gave John a broad smile.

“Are you serious?” John retorted. “Coming undone is not even a psychiatric disorder!”

“It is now!” Barry said still filled with amusement.

“Says who?”

“Steve’s doctor of course! Is it not so Steve? Tell him Steve. Did your Doctor not tell you that you are coming undone and that you need some more pills?”

Steve still didn’t lift his head, but mumbled, “Not exactly.”

“What is it then Steve, what did the doctor say then?” Barry asked surprised.

The self-pity could not have been more audible when Steve finally spoke up and said; “He asked me what was wrong, so I didn’t know what to say, and so the only word coming out of me mouth was that I was coming undone.”

“And then?” Barry pressed him.

“Then he said it’s no problem and gave me some meds.”

The two men in blue overalls were not sure of how to respond.

“Who would have known,” John said wide-eyed, struggling to believe what he was hearing. “In this day and age, medication for coming undone.”

They sat in a moment of silence, thoughtfully drinking their tea.

John, the more sensible of the three, found the situation equally amusing but did not venture to make fun of Steve. He knew full well how irritated Steve must be by now, not having smoked a single cigarette since they started their shift at six that morning. He then decided to take a cigarette out of the packet for himself, and place the packet on the bench next to Steve, where he knew it was within Steve’s sight.

“Why are you coming undone, mate? What happened?” John asked in a respectful tone.

Steve didn’t answer.

“It’s his cousin,” Barry answered for him.

“You stay out of it!” Steve snapped at Barry, evidently having received new life.

“What is it Steve?” John kept prompting, while he noticed Steve’s eyes, fixed on the box of cigarettes.

Steve took a moment before he mumbled; “My cousin got married this weekend. ‘Wasn’t even invited.”

“It happens mate,” John said sympathetically. “I suppose it happens to all of us, isn’t that right Barry?”

Barry, who did not have the least sympathy for Steve’s pathetic condition, concurred with a low tone that he to suppose that it happens to everyone, at least once in a lifetime. Just then, he took out of his shirt pocket, his own soft pouch of cigarettes and lit one.

“It’s ridiculous!” Steve cried out startling his audience of two. His determined face looked straight on to the tiled floor somewhere in the middle of the room, and he had his tensed right hand open in front of him, as if to make a point. Holding the exact position, eyebrows raised and not looking at either of his friends, he continued; “The family is here. All the friends are here, but no, they have to get married up on’t bloody Yorkshire!”

“Oh!” John tried to be friendly by sounding interested. “Where in Yorkshire?”

“Up on’t Barnsley!” came the reply ever so quick and snappy.

John and Barry looked at each other before Barry asked; “But Steve, isn’t Barnsley your home town then?”

“Yes it is!” Steve blurted out in anger.

“And do you not still have most of you family there? Uncles and aunts and such?”

“Yes I do,” Steve replied, not very happy.

John and Barry looked at each other utterly perplexed, and without a word agreed that there would be no more sense in pursuing the logic of this conversation, as Steve’s reasoning just didn’t make sense. They both thought that it might perhaps be the new medication that seriously intervened with Steve’s thought processes, but having known him for such a long time, also realized that he didn’t need much medication for his thought patterns not to make sense.

Conversations in the leisure room has in times past varied greatly between topics such as historical British wars, to disputed geographical subjects.

Thus, Barry decided to put an end to the nonsense. “Is the meds working?”

“Don’t know” Steve mumbled.

“Sure as hell doesn’t look like it.” John remarked.

Steve, staring at the cigarettes next to him, couldn’t hold it longer and took one from the packet. Not having a lighter, he was too proud to ask, and waited until Barry lit a match and held it out to him. He pulled hard and deep, and with a shaking hand, blew the smoke out in an uncontrolled manner.

The door opened and a man in an untidy, grey suit came in.

“G‘morning,” he greeted them.

“Morning Dave,” John and Barry greeted their supervisor instantaneously.

He, while pouring his tea, looked at Steve, who resumed his despondent, head-hanging position in the corner of the room.

“What’s with him?” Dave asked the two.

“He is coming undone,” they replied in chorus.

“I beg your pardon?”

*****