As the three of us, Lloyd and I and our guest, were leaving the apartment building with a couple of boxes and a pot, the ladies sitting by the door asked where we were going. Jokingly, I said we are a Mexican restaurant and we are making a delivery. One looked at us wondering if we would deliver to her apartment. Our Mexican guest had spent all day preparing the feast we carried to the car.
While we were not part of a restaurant, we were carrying Mexican food and delivering it to a farm where Mexican migrants worked. We arrived, wiped off the table and set a serviette and plastic fork at six places, three for the men and three for us. When they came in, they were delighted to see they were being treated specially and even more delighted when we served plates of tacos dorados, pasta and salad and a hot sauce. One comment was Mexico came to us tonight and that they had had a real Mexican meal in more than five months and another said this meal was for them a Thanksgiving meal.
Before we ate, we sang about God’s glory coming down on us and healing hurts and encouraging people and then prayed. After everyone had a second serving, we sang well known choruses and then ended the evening after prayer. There were a lot of laughs, great food and a time of sharing God’s love. The next day we did the same thing for the workers at another farm. We deliver –both food and an example of our faith.
Often when we are away on mission, we are asked “what is a typical meal in Canada?” In Canada, we have a great richness and variety and many foods have been borrowed and become part of what most Canadians eat, such as pizza, lasagna, sauerkraut and pretzels. Truly Canadian foods include poutine, butter tarts and maple syrup.
In the Dominican Republic, white rice, beans, salad and a small serving of chicken is the staple meal. I especially enjoy fried cheese and the fried yucca arepita. In Mexico, Tortillas are part of every meal. Most families also have pan dulce – sweet bread- at least once a day. These breads come in a variety of shapes; some are stuffed with fruit. The concha is one. It gets its name from the shape and marks in the icing which gives the appearance of a conch shell.
A person goes on a mission tries to adapt to the culture and food of the area we visit. When migrants come to Canada, we should as reverse missionaries try to offer them something of their own culture when possible. Lots of hot sauces are available in grocery stores. I decided to make conchas since there is nothing quite like it in Southern Ontario. You can imagine my surprise when Alberto asked me to write out the recipe so he could take it back to his wife. I was delighted to have made the men who came to the apartment for the conchas and a pop happy.
Paul wrote that he became all things to win all people to the gospel. By baking a typical Mexican food, I had the opportunity to sit and visit and talk about various churches with three workers.