My 65th birthday began as most days do, with time well-spent at the edge of the Bow River. The vast numbers of Midges at the river meant that Swallows were feeding in droves of thousands, skimming the water over and over again. The Bald Eagle adults were feeding new youngsters on the nest and this always creates lots of magic at the river. While the day was turning out to be grey and a little chilly, I still felt that I was able to breath, relax and do a little reflecting about what my life is all about, what I value and what is important to me.
In the afternoon, on the advice of my middle daughter, I watched a couple of episodes of the The Great Canadian Baking Show. I laugh as I think about this because the last thing I am is a baker. It was relaxing and mindless television and that was okay.
Colourful gifts were appearing on my dining table. Thank you, Kathy and Val!
I walked Max…
I captured a quick photograph of our new vent resident…
…before heading over to my daughter’s for a Dragon Pearl take out dinner. The Dragon Pearl brings up so many memories for our family. It’s been our favourite family restaurant since the children were in high chairs. I miss and love all of the people who cook and serve at this beautiful little spot in Inglewood.
While any food in a take-out situation doesn’t taste exactly the same as if you are eating it in the restaurant, it was a generous and loving thing to sit down with one of three children and to eat such delicious food. After all, my grandson was sitting at the end of the table, entertaining me with his enthusiasm about the cupcakes that were hiding over in the red pan. I opened his card and he vibrated with excitement and loving smiles.
A little over halfway through the meal, he started pointing and saying, “Auntie Cayley” over and over again. My son-in-law’s eyes started shifting side to side. He was just acting weird. So, finally, I looked over my shoulder to the front yard and saw Pigeon on the yard, pressing mounted balloons into the gardens. I saw her partner, Shawn, waving and signalling. I went to the door and was excited enough about the balloons and the company when all of a sudden cars began to file past, covered in hand made banners and decorations. The participants bonked their horns enthusiastically!
Oh my gosh! It was a stream of my friends in cars! Let me tell my readers something.
On the television feel-good news stories and on social media, we’ve all seen friends and families and teachers creating parades for friends, family members and students. It looks like a lot of fun. It also warms your heart when you see it. But, to have it happen in your own life is beyond exciting. I broke out into an immediate ugly cry, sobbing uncontrollably. I felt such overwhelming love pour into my life. It would have been perfect had my son been able to be there to enjoy it, but truthfully, it was an experience I will never forget!
We celebrated with yummy cupcakes, a sip of wine, lawn chairs and more birthday greetings, reminiscing and physical distance. I loved this experience…a combined effort of love and celebration. Thank you, friends and dear family! If you wish to really make someone’s heart swell and to fill them with an affirmation of love, try throwing them a parade. These are pandemic times, so throw pandemic parades!
I think that if you’re living in Calgary, you’re likely really happy that this has been a long weekend. Tonight, folks are washing their work clothes and there’s the smell of steam in the air as the shirts get pressed for the coming week. It was glorious to have that extra day. While this weekend has seen a return of winter, it has certainly been warmed by friendship, family and feasting!
Food brings people together. Yesterday I headed to beautiful Wendy’s home, where she has taken on a monthly gathering called Brunch with Buds. For this event, I made, for the first time, a batch of Chai french toast. I was excited and looking forward to seeing my friends and meeting new ones. Conversations flowed and wove in and out of the cozy rooms. Surrounded by art, good smells and music we were all put to ease and the stresses of the world fell away, at least for a short time.
I caught Jocelyn, mid-sentence. But, look at that cute waffle maker!
Educator, ally, life long learner, artist and lover of live music, this is a strong woman! I Love you, Jocelyn!
Anam Kazim is a former member of the Legislative Assembly of Alberta. Here, she is posing in front of a portrait that was a collaboration of create! participants when Wendy initiated a number of classes and events in the East Village as it related to the Golden Age Club, at the time. Artist and photographer, Michael Collette, spearheaded this collaboration.
Anam is open, warm and very articulate and presently exploring entrepreneurial pursuits, offering health and wellness solutions via natural/herbal medicine. Anam is a strong woman.
I caught Karen Pickles in this beautiful shot. What a driven and inspiring woman who cares for and is motivated by needs of ‘the other’. She is another one of our circle who loves live music and is a maker. Her mediums include film and paint, but are not limited to those. She is the President and CEO of Stresscase and she is a strong woman!
Steven and Katrine are in deep conversation. It might be that they are talking about Jazz, or possibly Beakerhead. Katrine is a Geologist…that makes two Geologists in my circle of friends. By sharing in these brunches, Wendy is giving us the opportunity to put our heads together. I just love it! Steven is on his way to becoming a jazz percussionist. He inspires me. He also has such a sense of humour. I like that he can make me laugh so easily. I wish I could laugh more.
I really wanted to capture a particular sensibility here, with Stephen as my subject; the hyacinth to the right, the boxes of inspirational cards and angel cards stacked on the coffee table. Stephen is a writer and he is also one of the most incredibly supportive people I know. His calm demeanor helps me to open up and over the years I’ve felt I can trust him with my ideas, my challenges. He is steadfast. I didn’t capture his blue eyes here, but he has incredible blue eyes. Stephen is a good human being.
Suzanne Presinel looked so familiar to me, but this was our first time meeting in a situation where we could sit back and chat about ALL SORTS of topics. We realized at some point that we’ve encountered one another at Esker programs…where Suzanne volunteers on a regular basis. The most wonderful thing is that she is deeply entrenched in the Boomerang Bag Global Grassroots Movement, here in Calgary. Suzanne is a strong woman.
The food….well, the food was exceptional. That’s all I can say. Beautiful coffee was served and the various dishes were scrumptious. Just look at this salmon mousse and the wee chicks on this serving dish!!
Here’s a strong woman! Lauraine has just grown to be such a special and supportive friend. She is an amazing mother and she is a remarkable person to have in my circle. Always helpful, she seems to fill gaps. Lauraine is creative and like so many of us, she too, loves live music. She inspires me to seek balance and to takes steps to simplify my life. She is a practicing Psychologist as well as part of a high school student services team. I can only imagine that Lauraine is likely making a huge impact on people’s lives, especially adolescent lives. We need more like her.
I’ve met Sarah before and know her to be a generous and caring neighbour. She loves fun and is open. This is her friend, Kat, who I met for the first time. I have to say that I really enjoyed our conversation and look forward to seeing her again.
And here she is….Wendy. She is the lady who made this wonderful brunch happen! Wendy is smart, funny and has a huge heart. She works so hard. No one works harder…but always work that makes for good and that she loves. Wendy is a connector. She has brought a world of people together over time. When with Wendy, the conversation is inspiring and positive. Despite the troubles in the world or in the community or even close to home, Wendy is one of those people who looks at a situation and asks herself, “What is it that I can do?” She brings the positive into conversations. She is a maker! So much collaborative work and creation happens within our city because she makes it happen. Teaching at the Colonel Belcher, the Central Library….working with innovators and linking up with Mount Royal…and let us NOT FORGET her amazing abilities as a creative in the kitchen. Food just tastes way better when Wendy prepares it! Thank you for the blessing of your friendship, Wendy. You are such a strong woman.
I drove home feeling energized, with a whole number of conversations floating in my mind. It was time to clean my house. I was excited that today I would host my family for a nice hot breakfast.
Photos? Not a one! I guess that speaks to the fact that we were totally wrapped up in…..nope, not the food….my grandson!! I shared Steven’s home made Valentine’s paintings with everyone and then it was all about the french toast, for Steven.
I’m grateful for my children and for Shawn and Doug. I felt blessed. Thank you to Cayley and Shawn for bringing our celebratory Prosecco and orange juice! My family means the world to me.
Oh! I DID get one photograph….QWIRKLE board! One game under our belts!
“It took ages to coordinate our schedules but we finally all made it to the very inviting and interesting home of Kath for a delicious clam chowder feast, visit with Max, studio tour, and big catch up!
Along with the chowder, Kath treated us to Rappie, a traditional Acadian dish she recalled from her childhood. It’s made with shredded potatoes and fatty pork – yum! Tammy and Jas brought homemade pickles, spring flowers and a canned treat. Karen brought Red River bread she’d made, and we enjoyed Christmas baking brought all the way from Nova Scotia by Stephen made by his mom, Betty. Oh, and I didn’t get the memo about drinking at noon being OK but Lauraine brought vino from the Rockyridge growing region in Calgary’s NW. Steven made the very same selection!
What a tasty and heartfelt meal. My only quibble with our gathering was there just wasn’t enough time to visit thoroughly with every one of these wonderful people ❤️”
I’m posting Karen’s bread recipe here. It’s amazing! Red River Bread Photo Credit: Wendy Lees.
Red River Bread
2 cups water
3/4 cup red river cereal
1 tablespoon butter
1/3 cup molasses
2 teaspoon salt
1 Teaspoon Sugar
1/2 cup lukewarm water
1 package dry yeast (fast rising works great)
4 1/2 cups flour
Combine 2 cups water in pan with cereal. Boil then simmer 5 mins or until slightly thickened. Remove from heat and add butter, molasses and salt. Cool completely.
Dissolve sugar in lukewarm water. Sprinkle yeast and proof for 10 minutes.
Combine yeast with cooled cereal mixture.
Using a wooden spoon mix in all of the flour to make a stiff dough.
Turn dough onto floured surface and knead until smooth and elastic. Form a ball and place in a lightly greased bowl, covering the whole ball with grease. Cover with wrap and let rise (can use oven to proof) for 1 to 1 1/2 hours or until ball doubles in size.
Punch down dough. Turn onto floured surface and knead until smooth. Divide dough in half and shape into loaf pans. 8×4
Cover and let rise for about and hour. Then bake at 375 F. 30-35 mins.
Loaves will be golden brown and sound hollow when tapped on the bottom of the pan.
Remove from pan and let cool. Enjoy!
Tammy and Wendy, Stephen and Steven and Lauraine, brought yummy things. I wasn’t archiving at the time, but, my buddies were. The following two photographs, though, were mine taken this morning. The next time you pickle, Tammy, I want to be there. They got eaten tooo fast for a photograph!
Photo display I made, in order to acknowledge my family.
Thank you, Jas and Tammy for the springtime flowers! So beautiful when it’s -40 outdoors.
Check out the jar of pickles in the photograph, below. This one must be Tammy’s shot. I’m sorry I didn’t get an image of the plate of baked goodies Stephen and Steven shared. Oh man! So good!
The photo journal above is a collection of photographs taken by Wendy and Tammy. We always have so many laughs when we gather. I’m grateful for all of you! Being with friends and sharing conversation/food/beverages and/or live music/dancing is so life-giving.
Please take note of Max (I snapped that one), only an hour after the lunch…completely played out!
While speaking with my sister, this morning, she reminded me that today, January 15, is the anniversary of the day our brother, John, went into hospital. It was from this date, onward, that our family was sucked into the vortex of the medical system and diagnostic testing. As it would turn out, our brother would celebrate his last birthday in Peter Lougheed Hospital.
I begin this particular post, writing about my brother, because I’m thinking about comfort food and what happens when people gather with foods that are familiar and rooted in memory. These foods will often vary depending on cultural context…sometimes an affordability context…regardless, if my readers look back into their journeys, they will find foods that mark various moments along their journeys. Stories and narratives will endlessly surface of childhood and Mom or Grandma or Great Gramma’s cooking.
For example, if I type the words, FRIED BOLOGNA (Baloney) SANDWICH…what memories are evoked?
We brought foods to hospital and those we love, also fed us. My brother enjoyed jello and Cozy Shack rice pudding during those end days. He also enjoyed fresh ju-jubes for the duration of his hospital stay. My sister-in-law sent loaves. John shared birthday cake. Spaghetti was brought from home. Things we create in the kitchen, we have control over (usually). Sharing food creates a feeling of joy, constancy and being rooted. I am grateful for how food brought some pleasure to my brother in his last months. Now, the remainder of this blog post will explore one particular recipe that comes from my memory banks and my Acadian family’s tradition.
Our little Airforce family found itself in Quebec and New Brunswick for two of its postings. These postings gave some proximity to my Great Grandparents, Mamie (Sugar Arsenault) and Papie (Gabriel Gallant) and my great uncles and aunties.
My Grandmother, in back and my mother, directly in front of her. Jimmy Fardy, my Mom’s cousin is directly to her right.
My Mamie, with my mother in her arms.
Mamie and Papie.
I knew when I went to Prince Edward Island that I was among some of the dearest people who were in my mother’s life. I knew, also, that when we traveled there, my mother was home.
Memories of that little Summerside house on Front Street are connected with wood stoves, home made rolled cigarettes, potatoes grated and cooked up into pancakes, horse drawn milk delivery wagons, coal chutes, seaside smells carried on the wind, bingo chips, coffee, bottles on the kitchen table, loud laughter and kitchen gatherings.
Shortly after the session, I sent my Mom’s youngest sister an e mail. “I was telling Dad about a cookbook that was mentioned at a Library program I attended last night. It’s called Feast: An Edible Roadtrip. I asked the speaker if the recipe for “Rapeur” (don’t know the spelling) was in it. One Acadian lady sitting next to me said it was called Rappi Pie hmmm…Dad told me that you make Mamie’s recipe and I was hoping you might send it to me. I know it’s a big job to make and that it needs a special touch to turn out right, but I would like to share it with my daughters. If you would be so kind…I’d really appreciate it. Kath”
I sent that note in 2015 and received an expedient reply that included these steps. I quickly learned that the spelling of the recipe was Rapure and that its translation is coming from the word grate in french.
to grate some cheeserâper du fromage
This recipe was followed by one through the post…thank you, Auntie Pat.
Some time during the Christmas break, I decided to invite a small circle of friends to the house to share some Clam Chowder, also made in my mother’s east coast tradition. Clam Chowder also varies depending on where you grew up in eastern Canada.
With the invitation to my friends, came an opportunity to try making my very first Rapure, without any of my matriarchs present for help. My friend, Hollee, was visiting from Vancouver in order to attend her Auntie’s 100th birthday, so she became my cheerleader as I endeavored to bring my east coast traditions in comfort food, to life. I remember, well, this dish being prepared by my Great Grandmother, my Grandmother and my Mom. It is important to me that I share this, along the journey, with my children. One thing I decided, after looking over the recipes and speaking with Hollee, I was going to borrow my daughter’s food processor!!
The Rapure brought back particular aromas in the little PEI kitchen of my memory, pork and onion fried up on the wood stove, along with a scoop of lard. This dish, along with my mother’s Meat Pies, was very much a symbol of home for me.
Nervous, the night before, I spent a lot of time seeking out Youtube videos, learning for the most part, that the Acadians from Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, were using chicken stock and chicken in recipes that they called Rappie Pie.
On the Arsenault Facebook group, I put out an all-call for recipes and these are some from the Rappie Pie tradition.
These were the posters’ connections with their recipes.
Judy Arsenault I recently made a Rapure from the cookbook Abram-Village Handcraft Co-Op Recipes (which I purchased from the Bottle House (PEI) that my cousin use to own) and it didn’t turn out. Has anyone used this recipe from this cookbook? How did it turn out for you
Thelma Arsenault Hack I have varying results with rapure, regardless of the recipe. Choice of potatoes makes a difference – I don’t think ‘baking potatoes’ work as well. And whether the grated potatoes are rinsed and dried well makes a difference. It’s a lot of work and very frustrating when the results are not good. I’ll be interested in what others comment. Good luck to you.
Jim N Wendy Spain This recipe was made by my great grandmother Catherine (Lefave) Doucette, from Nova Scotia. I recently typed it as shown, for a family reunion. 🙂
With great courage, Hollee and I peeled 10 lbs of potatoes and I chopped up the pork roast into 1 cm cubes, setting aside the pork fat to coat the roaster surface, keeping all chilled and prepared for the morning’s culinary adventure and the visit with my friends. I decided to stick closely to my Auntie’s recipe.
At 7:00 am…I began my processing of the potatoes and put my pork to browning.
I’m going to log my notes here, for future reference. I had my daughter’s food processor set for grating and tried both the medium grate and the fine grate. In future, I would use the fine grate setting. Whoosh…out spewed the gratings of ten pounds of potatoes. The kitchen smelled yummy and CBC radio was turned up, as the pork, onion, salt and pepper were bubbling in the 350 oven. (use the roasting pan for this)
Once the potatoes were done, I quickly covered them with wrap so that oxidization wouldn’t happen. (green bowl) I cut up my cheese cloth and began the process of removing starch from the potatoes. (I will use my red bowl for this next time.) I transferred my shrunken potatoes into my large soup pot. Once finished the cheese cloth step, I added the yummy pork and onion to the big soup pot and mixed and mixed and mixed some more.
This is the step where I decided that in future I would use the fine grate. I remembered my Great Grandmother’s Rapure being smoother in texture, but being coated with crunch. This is what my kitchen looked like, right before beginning my Clam Chowder.
From the mixing stage, I pressed the mixture into my roasting pan…nicely greased with some cubes of pork fat (not all), and pulled from the oven. (don’t burn your hands, here) I roasted the Rapure at 275 for an hour and turned it up for three hours at 350. Next time, two hours at 350 for me!
Thank goodness, Wendy brought a salad as it made the appearance of the square of Rapure look more appetizing, on the plate. I began apologizing before we even sat down because I knew already that the topping was TOO crunchy.
My guests are such dear friends that I could tell them I expected them all to try a piece, as I was very much in the mood to share my PEI nostalgia. They all carried on, without complaint. I love them so much! Photo Credit below: Wendy Lees.
Later, I discovered that the crust softens with just a short wait after removing from the oven, so I would serve it a little differently next time, and definitely crust up instead of flipping it over (lol). I have been happily nibbling on the leftover Rapure ever since and I am generally really happy with the flavours and it very much reminds me of Mom, my Grandmother and my Great Grandmother.
See the next post…the feast…for the treasured gathering.
When I remember my brother, I also remember the family meals that brought us together. I remember celebrations and loud responses to the yummy-ness of food! Much of the recollections of family come with the memory of food. I am so grateful for this.
Thanks to Lauraine, who remembered that her mother made ‘Snowballs’, those red cherries wrapped up in coconut buttery sweetness and rolled in graham cracker crumbs. Isn’t comfort food amazing?
She comes to mind often. Her humus recipe surfaced the other day.
I wonder if she reached out to our friend, Bobby, upon his arrival. A few more photos were tucked into albums today.
Ed, Bobby and I headed out to see Pauline, our inspiring University professor, who lived perched above Kootenay Lake in Argenta. This was in 1996-97 and I was on Sabbatical. We got lots of sketching/painting done. We slept under the driftwood shelter on the beach. It was the weekend that my friend, Lynn Kierzek, died. While I slept, I wore a painting vest that Lynn crocheted. I still have that vest.
The border collie found in the photo is not Max Man or Laurie Dog…that’s Pauline’s dog. I felt right at home. I love the memory of this time away from the city, of conversations shared along the drive. We picked up a rose bush for Pauline in Cranbrook and planted it while in Argenta. We also purchased a bottle of spice that she needed, in a small grocery shop in Coleman.
May Bobby and Pauline rest in peace and may perpetual light shine upon them.
Those readers who know me, know that for almost two months, I’ve been sequestered to the family room with Max, my border collie. He’s been struggling, but at the moment, seems to have rallied after being put on a regime of medications that are helping him with the anxiety of pain and now, even tackling the inflammation. In the meantime, we sleep here….together. Thanks to those who have supported me. For now, Max is making it up and down stairs, able to look out the window from his red sofa and is doing a walk around our urban circle each day.
There have been a number of events that have marked this season for me. I’m just going to go through and gather from photos in my archives and stick them in here…I’m going to keep the writing brief. This year, the darkness has really impacted me and I like that neighbours have strung up outdoor lights on their houses so early. Christmas lights seem to dispel that cold and isolating feeling that might come with the darkness of winter.
Before I post the first photo, I’d like to say that early in December, I ordered my gifts on line for the first time. In the last week, I’ve received word that of all these, 100%, are delayed. It’s 5 in the morning on a holiday Monday and I’m sitting here laughing about this. Max is sound asleep on our wee cot, just behind me.
Steven and me after his very first daycare Christmas concert. A brief video is posted below.
My Auntie Eleanor with a portrait I painted of her for her 90th birthday. I love her so.
Daily walks at the Bow River fill me with a peacefulness. I like to watch and learn from the various species that share this time with me. I post a lot of those observations, here.
I did sponge printmaking with my grandson. He’s made home made gifts for everyone this year.
Already, the male sparrow has taken up residence in the neighbour’s vent. I will enjoy another springtime of observations…my sixth year of watching these families come and go.
Pat and I went to the Marda Loop Justice Film Festival again this year, this time being joined by Janet and Mary. It was an inspiring experience. I really learn so much when I attend this festival. Thanks to all organizers.
When Wendy hosts a dinner party, the food is sooo scrumptious. Happy birthday, Lauraine!! Love the food, the conversation and all of the laughter. Thank you, friends!
We attended the Bragg Creek artisan’s sale and I picked up my beautiful honey from Alvise and Paola. Christmas wouldn’t be the same without seeing them. A quick stop at the coffee shop to hug Randy and Jane…an ice cream. Nanny Linda, it was so good to share this time with you.
A back yard snowman with Steven, Erin and Linda. Fun in the snow!
I was able to paint Prince for my dear friend, Linda. I’m pretty sad that she’ll be on her way back to London very soon. I treasure her and I’m going to miss her very much.
Few people know that I’m deep in the application process for the Alberta University of the Arts BFA program. The day that my sister, Val, contacted me that she had achieved her PhD, I was inspired to take this step, regardless the cost or the struggles that might come up. In 1997, I took a sabbatical year to complete my third year of my BFA. That’s when I met Bobby. I’ve always been labeled a self-taught artist and I’ve really wanted to pursue my dream of actually ‘being’ an artist. At this ripe age, it might be silly, but ‘OH WELL’. When I went to the open house and orientation to the program, I stopped in to the Illingworth Kerr gallery and really enjoyed the exhibit, Thing to Wear.
Linda and I went down to the Central Library to enjoy the exhibit of friend, Allan Rosales. At this point in the season, I was beginning to feel unstuck. I was beginning to feel lighter and like my feet were coming unglued from a deep muddy mire of grief. It isn’t as though the losses of the past year were gone…it’s just that the grief was letting go of me and letting me stretch back into my life. Good to bump into my cherished friend, Wendy.
My former student, Billy, asked if I would paint a tree on a headboard that he was creating and I was happy to do it for a few beautiful bottles of red wine. I was spending my days with Max anyway. These sorts of projects became opportunities. I would see Billy again…a pleasure.
I reconnected with Joan. My friend, Sheila, should be given credit for this because no matter how many years slip by, she has remained a friend over all. I’m so grateful. My heart is now open to share lunch with Joan on Fridays for as long as I can. On a recent visit, Joan and I shared her books-to-read titles, stopping every so often to leaf through pages and talk about the subjects of these books. Joan is such an influence on me. Over the years she has given me so much in the way of ideas. I love you, Joan.
My parish is my community of faith. I love St. Albert the Great. I love the narrative we share and the rituals of love, hope and peace. I have found strength in this space over many years. I’m grateful for this manger…and for the pure potential that I find in this space.
My cousin, Peter, took me out for a lunch to Earl’s restaurant. I was so happy to get to do something so special. I just don’t get out to dine. It was fun. Peter is one of my dearest cousins, always supporting and loving me. No photo of him here, but, our server was a former student of mine, Nicole, so we grabbed this snap.
Pat and I never did catch up to these guys…but we were all at the Holiday Train’s arrival at Anderson’s station. I left my phone at home, so no photos for me this year. But, that was perfectly fine because we were really swept up in the experience. Here, Erin, Doug and Steven, with the Holiday Train in the background. A great initiative for the food banks across Canada.
All three of my children were with me to decorate my tree this year…along with Steven and Linda. This means so much to me. I know that at some point all three of them will have families and traditions of their own and won’t be able to do this. But, this year it worked out and I’m always going to remember it. I am grateful for you, Erin, Cayley and James.
I’m going to miss you, sister-friend! Thanks, Linda, for coming downtown with me for the Sybil Andrews exhibit.
Extraordinary Objects. I was boggled by this porcelain work!
Thanks to Trevor for helping me to deal with this leak. I’m so sorry that I missed Mark’s birthday, but I was so relieved to get this managed. I had my own frozen Niagara Falls escaping the outdoor faucet. Crisis averted.
Dawn asked me to paint poppies for her Mom’s 80th birthday, so this happened. I taught Dawn’s son, Justin, and beautiful daughter, Jess. I will always be connected to this family. May you have a magical year!
Then I made Party Mix…lots of it! lol
I was welcomed into the Saint John Henry Newman circle and did some teaching before the Christmas break. I was so excited to connect with Hollee, another former student of mine. I snapped a few photographs of her grade six classroom because I felt so proud of her and so excited. We embraced often. We both have so many fond memories of those years in Junior High School. Thanks so much, Louise and Carl and to Lorelie.
My neighbourhood is lit up!
My daughter and her partner and their two bands, Darktime and Napalmpom, participated in Merry Keithmas at the Palomino, to raise funds for Calgary Food Bank. I had a very fun time seeing Cayley performing Stones tunes.
I drove to Didsbury to share in the annual Christmas open house organized by University-friend, Brian. Juan and Brian, this year’s event was another very special time. Glad to have connected with so many wonderful people. Your home is warm and welcoming and so absolutely spectacular! The food, (pickled sausage, lettuce wraps, pulled pork, etc etc) was so delicious! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. May you be richly blessed for the coming year.
Christmas baking, this year, was a major blitz. It was a full day of chaos. But, I can not tell you how wonderful it was to share time with these ladies. Visits came in the form of nephew, John, toting coffee for people and treats for Max. Thank you, John! I love you! Following that, we all shared in a very special Facetime event with my brother, Cliff, during lunch. These two visits pretty much made my Christmas already!
The bell that friend, Pat, gave to Steven. I love these two and I’m grateful that they come to Mass with me.
Winter walks at the Bow River are peaceful and help to recharge me. I’m grateful for all of the lessons that the river teaches me.
Mikey’s on 12th, with friends Dan, Lauraine and Wendy…treasured time and terrific tacos!
I’m wishing all of you and your loved ones Peace on Earth….and Good Will to All! Rest up…there are sure to be bumps along the way.
I’m doing some back-peddling. I’ve not been much for writing the past week or so, but I’m pulling out of the doldrums. (Maybe because of the seven hours of sleep last night.) I have no idea. I’m just going with the ebb and flow. I’m being grateful. I began the day with a short Vimeo shared on social media by artist, Tim Schumm. He’s been quite the adventurer in life and when I see his photographs, paintings and such, I feel a real connection with the more adventurous spirit that was my youth.
This is the video he shared. If you have 16 minutes, watch it. It made a difference for me today.
I felt a change inside at the conclusion of the movie. I made a decision to be more patient and to be grateful. Additionally, I decided to focus on kindness. So, where yesterday, I felt a tad ‘flat’, today I gained purpose. I also felt prepared to celebrate the lives of those who have died over the past few years without focusing on missing them. And so, I feel as though today I was going somewhere instead of traveling nowhere…I felt, a little bit, as though I had left the doldrums.
And so, I sit to write…
Happy Birthday, Nigel! August 23rd…and we are so grateful you were born! Former student of mine, smart cookie, amazing chef, artiste-extraordinaire, husband to beautiful and big-hearted Angela, philosopher, literary scholar, gamer, connoisseur of music, all round good person….we are so grateful you were born! This evening, I am celebrating our friendship.
Thank you, Angela, for the lovely barbecue in Nigel’s honour.
I don’t know how I can ever acknowledge what a joy it has been to have Nigel and Angela in my life. I feel so very blessed. My son and I drove up to Tuscany on Thursday night to enjoy the fruits that came of Nigel’s new pizza stone and his own creativity. As I reflect on my previous posting about ‘good grief’, I have to add to the litany of helpful steps I have taken to journey grief, that the sharing of food and sitting down to the feast table with family and friends, has been invaluable.
Nigel’s close friend, Bassam, was in the circle, as was Angela’s mother, Michele. And let us not forget the most beautiful, Mr. Jones, the cat with the amazing eyes! Conversation and laughter are two very important components to healing. It’s really easy for me to disconnect and more often than not, it takes other people to organize ‘outings’. Just for now, I’m guessing.
I’m including, here, a photo journal of Nigel’s pizza and Angela’s cherry pie…the culinary experience was exceedingly scrumptious. The sharing of time, was so much more.
I’ve put in a request for the dough recipe…apparently, this one has been perfected.
Olive Oil, Romano Cheese and Ground Pepper
Next…Mozzarella Cheese, Home Made Tomato Sauce, Blue Cheese and Pear
At this point, the lattice was being constructed for the cherry pie…nummy!
A moment for a selfie…
Prosciutto, Homemade Tomato sauce, Mozzarella and Olives.
Such a great send off…a filling made from B.C. cherries and a lovely rich pastry! Thank you, Angela!
That’s it. Tomorrow we’re having a break. I’m staying home for the entire day and painting. I’ve already let everyone know. I’ll put on the coffee pot early in the morning and nest.
Today we headed for St. Mary’s University. We met up with friends, Pat and Janet, as well as son James and his friend. YAHOO!
The meal was delicious, but the absolutely best thing about this stop were the firemen and their trucks…fire, hazmat and river rescue. The guys were so wonderful with Steven and Steven had NO FEAR of them. Up he jumped into every section possible and asked, in conclusion, “In? AGAIN?”
We arrived sharply at nine and so we were able to participate in children’s activities…bubble making and chalk drawing. For others, there was face painting and photo booth with Elsa. The princesses in the crowd were loving that! There was live music and line dancing, but not everyone wished to try that out. Thank you, St. Mary’s University for your hospitality and generous event.
The morning held the promise of a beautiful blue day…a walk in the garden before everything began!
Picture taken prior to spilling the bubbles out of that container.
Watching line dancers, with curiosity.
I promised Pat not to publish her photograph…but, there she is holding her cup of coffee to the right of Janet and I. YAHOO!!
Distracted from his brief moment of chalk drawing.
Over the moon…see the yellow fire man hat across from him? He made the sound of a fire truck the entire time!
Bumping into former student, Megan and her three beautiful children was a bonus! Love you, Meg!
Amazing!! How they pulled this pancake breakfast off, with the numbers who attended, I will never know! I feel so proud of Calgary and the Stampede and everyone who pulls together to make these events happen. Given the line up for the actually pink pancakes, I didn’t really cover the show, the children’s events or the various ‘pink’ inspired activities, but I took in the crowd and loved just how much my grandson can adapt and invent and create his own amusements in so many situations. It was a fun morning and I’ve tried to capture this in photographs.
Bless all of those who are suffering cancer…breast cancer and any other…bless their families and friends who are in the overwhelming situation of watching their loved ones negotiate the decisions and the medical/emotional and physical war of fighting cancer. I love you and have profound respect for your journey. You have my respect.
Nanny did the cue yesterday…Gramma’s turn today.
Food and entertainment…today, avocado slathered on pancake. YUM!
Keeping good company, except for Gramma got into a wee confrontation with someone in line…a story to be told at a later date.
A lot of engaged participants.
Then, the real fun began! Trucks!
Then, Steven sought out employment!
We couldn’t leave the area without visiting Fish Creek Library!
This other kid…a bit of a pain.
Cement Truck and Digger
Walking a fine line all over second floor Fish Creek Library.