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Celebrating Mi-Carême in the Magdalen Islands

Experiencing a centuries-old Acadian tradition with food, drink, and family in Quebec’s Îles-de-la-Madeleine

  • Nov 22, 2024
  • 1,645 words
  • 7 minutes
A group of Mi-Carêmes gather at a party during a blustery storm in Fatima, Que. (Photo: Michela Rosano/Can Geo)
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We hop out of the van into the winter night. The maritime winds whip up the top layer of snow, transformed into glittering confetti by the light on the Aucoin family’s large free-standing garage. I hold the neck of my coat tight to keep the snow from blowing down my back as I step through the garage door and into the glow of a neighbourhood party.

A blustery storm in Fatima, Que. (Photo: Michela Rosano/Can Geo)
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It’s still early. A table of food is being laid out: colourful tins of dessert squares, chips, sandwiches, beer. A few handfuls of people mill about waiting for friends and neighbours to arrive. Two young girls hang around the door; the older one, 12, holds the younger one, 3, up to a window, watching for more guests to arrive. On the inside of the garage door, colourful paper letters spell “Bienvenue aux Mi-Carêmes.” Above us, fuel canisters and lobster traps line the loft. For the past few days, much of the community of Fatima, Que., on Île du Cap aux Meules, one of nine sandstone islands in Îles-de-la-Madeleine, has been celebrating Mi-Carême, or Mid-Lent. The centuries-old Acadian mumming tradition sees costumed revellers go from house to house to enjoy food and drink as they disguise their identities. I’m here to explore this Gulf of St. Lawrence archipelago in the winter — and we’ve been graciously invited by the Aucoin family to take part in the final night of Mi-Carême’s three-night celebration.

I grab a beer and watch as people pour trays of slightly bubbly beverages, the palest shade of yellow. “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” I ask a family member in my abysmal French accent. “Bagosse!” I’m told, or homemade wine. It’s an Îles-de- la-Madeleine special brew, from a time a few generations ago when barely any commercial products made their way to these islands. Its appearance here is a tradition akin to champagne at New Year’s; sure, you can drink bagosse at any time of the year, but it has special magic around Mi-Carême.

I drink it down. It’s sweet and formidable. With my body buzzing, I hear the two young girls at the door let out an excited shriek. The first costumed guests have arrived.

Fishing is a vital industry in Îles-de-la-Madeleine and supports local businesses. (Photo: Jean-Claude Urbain)
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That morning, I had arrived on a small passenger plane from Quebec City. The route touched down briefly in Gaspé, Que., as it often does, to shuffle a few passengers on and off. But 45 minutes later, out into the gaping maw of the Gulf of St. Lawrence in late winter, we land in Îles-de-la-Madeleine amid a blizzard. The door opens: it’s snowing sideways.

Bad storms pop up as fast as they disappear, the wind and waves whipping and eroding this ever-changing arc of islands and islets that sits closer to Prince Edward Island than to mainland Quebec. Part of the traditional territory of the Mi’kmaq, the islands are also known as Menagoesenog, meaning “islands swept by the surf,” and were used in the past as seasonal hunting grounds, mainly for walrus. In the late 1500s, Basque, French and English merchants were also lured to Menagoesenog by the blubbery walruses hauled out on its shores, but it wasn’t until the 1760s, when the Acadians arrived, that permanent settlements were built. 

Le Fumoir d’Antan and their delectable smoked fish. (Photo: Jean-Claude Urbain)
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Today, most of the 12,000 or so Madelinots are descended from these early Acadians, save for a small population whose ancestors were Scottish settlers. Fishing runs through their veins still and it continues to be the main industry on “Les Îles.” Fleets of fishermen leave the ports across the islands from spring to fall, plying the cold gulf for lobster, crab, scallops and mackerel. The fishing industry supports the restaurants and smokehouses, which, in turn, draw the tour operators and the visitors who flock to artisanal food businesses and boutiques. All these livelihoods are built on the bounty of the sea. Fishing is present even at church, which seems just as ubiquitous on the islands, white chapels dotting the rolling landscape almost everywhere we go. At Holy Trinity on Grosse Île, stained glass panels depict Jesus as a fisherman, wearing a cable-knit sweater and black rubber boots. And as we brave the short drive on Route 199 in near whiteout conditions to sample some of these fruits du mer — praying the municipality doesn’t shut down the roads behind us — we may need this fisherman Jesus more than ever.

Map: Chris Brackley/Can Geo
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A rich smoke fills my nose as we approach Le Fumoir d’Antan at the quay on Île du Havre aux Maisons. Benoît Arseneau, a towering man with an even bigger voice and a Madelinot twang to his French, invites us into his store, a grey and red cedar-shingled building. The grandson of its founder, Fabien Arseneau, who built his first commercial smokehouse on the island in 1940, Benoît and his brothers run the operation much the same way their grandpère did: salt cure locally caught fish for a few days, then smoke it in the attached smoke-house over smouldering maple wood fires for a few months. Arseneau presents us with a tray of fish skewers: salty and delicately hot-smoked pillows of scallops, hunks of plush cold-smoked Atlantic salmon, flakey hot-smoked mackerel. I eat far more than anyone else; Arseneau seems to like this. His pride and sense of duty in keeping tradition alive is palpable. 

Later on we tour the smokehouse. We’re in near darkness, the only light filtering from the open roof. The smell of smoke is deeper here, and little piles of ash dot the room. I look up through the wooden beams to the storm still swirling outside and let tiny snowflakes frost my cheeks.

A group of leprechauns bursts into the party. (Photo: Michela Rosano/Can Geo)
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The storm parades across the islands deep into the night, but Mi-Carême in Fatima parties on. The music is turned up in the Aucoin family’s garage as the first guests arrive. A group of eight Lucky Charms leprechauns steps inside. Maybe it’s the bagosse, but the whole thing feels like a fever dream. One of the leprechauns has a guitar and strums a tune. The others speak in high-pitched voices, trying to obscure their identities. Family and friends interrogate the Mi-Carêmes, getting close, in some cases putting hands on masked faces. When the identity of one is guessed correctly, everyone cheers, and the masks come off. Drinks and snacks are passed around, dancing and merriment ensues. I think one of the Mi-Carêmes might be my flight attendant from this morning. 

Children await more guests. (Photo: Michela Rosano/Can Geo)
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Back in the early days of Mi-Carême on the islands, before Amazon and costume rentals, people made do with what they had, whether that was homemade ensembles or something cobbled together from what they already owned, says Isabelle Cummings, vice-president of the Comité de la Mi-Carême in Fatima and deputy manager for the municipality. A Madelinot with deep roots, she has celebrated Mi-Carême in Fatima with her family since childhood. “My best memory of Mi-Carême is seeing my grandmother at 85 years old, sitting with my young girls — all together, all my family in the house, playing guitar, singing, having fun with the people who arrive. It’s priceless,” she says. 

Mi-Carême dates back to medieval Europe when French Catholic parishioners held parties to ceremoniously, and secretly, take a break during the long fast of Lent. Disguises were worn as a way for partygoers to stay anonymous from the clergy. The celebration, which always starts on the third Tuesday of Lent (hence the name, mid-Lent), came to Canada with the earliest French colonizers in the 1600s and remained a strong tradition mostly in Acadia. On Les Îles, Acadians brought Mi-Carême with them when they settled here — a little light in the dark times following le Grand Dérangement, or the Great Deportation. Here, and in a handful of other Acadian communities in New Brunswick and Quebec, the custom remains. 

This year, Cummings says she received 40 people at her home, built by her great-grandfather in Fatima in 1917. The family home has hosted Mi-Carême for as long as she can remember. “You know what? Living on an island, it’s small and people know each other. But, like in every community, people get busy,” she says. “So at this time of the year, in March during Mi-Carême, we take a break … and get in touch with people we haven’t seen for a long time.” 

Dancing and singing are vital to the Acadian tradition. (Photo: Michela Rosano/Can Geo)
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Stained glass panels in Holy Trinity church. (Photo: Jean-Claude Urbain)
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As quickly as the flush of leprechauns descends on our party, it’s gone. Mi-Carêmes try to visit as many houses as they can in a night, and the clock is ticking to get to the next fête. The girls shriek again as a pair of costumed Madelinots enter — one is dressed as a giant baby, complete with a bonnet and a soother, while the other dons a snowman onesie and a hockey mask. The music is turned up again, and the chorus of La Mi-Carême by folk band Suroît rings out as we clap and dance.

An Aucoin family member susses out a guest. (Photo: Michela Rosano/Can Geo)
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“C’est beau, de voir les familles
Les Miousse, les Leblancs,
les Chevarie
Les enfants, les vieux,
les jeunes filles
Tout l’monde est parti pour la nuit.”

As more Mi-Carêmes burst into the Aucoin garage with gusto and music, and file out with hugs, kisses and waves of au revoir, I dance and laugh until my stomach hurts and my heart is full. I watch a mother dance with her young daughter. Through the hubbub and merriment, this is the heart of Mi-Carême — togetherness and that sense of tradition passing from one generation to the next. Like a bridge moving us to a rousing chorus, the part where we all sing together. 

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