“Morning, Cookiey.” The voice was gruff, but soft; his face weathered and lined, but shy and kind. I became Cookiey a while ago. I love it. Even if it’s simply a variation of my position – “cook” – it’s a name. An acknowledgement. And he says it so nicely. It brings me back to Mongolia,…
The Camel of all Vegetables
We stared at the box. Two cooks and a box of leeks. A conundrum. “Well…” I started slowly, and lifted my right hand to hold my bottom lip, elbow cradled in my left hand as it folded across me. I tapped my chin. A thinking position. “I hear leek soup is good.” Becky acknowledged the half hearted…
A Day in the Life: The Cooking Edition
People ask me what I’m doing these days. I usually say “Actually, I’m cooking at a fishing lodge in the boonies of Northern Manitoba this summer!” And they say “Wow! How’d you end up there?” And then I send them off to THIS POST right here. And that is that. Cooking can be pretty straightforward. But…
Sunshine Blogger Award Nomination
Well here’s a surprise: I made a new connection on the internets and she nominated me for the Sunshine Bloggers Award! What a compliment! Thank you to Sadie at Sadie’s Nest for nominating me! I especially love reading the glimpses of her life and drooling over her appetizer recipes. If you like food at all, you have to take a look….
Wheeeee!
Finding a clean shirt after 41 hours of no power and an unrecollectable time since one has last done laundry is cause for celebration. Also known as jumping on the bed. Excuse the mess. It’s been under the cover of darkness for 41 hours so I haven’t had to look at it. Or deal with it….
sanctuary
sanc·tu·ar·y ˈsaNGk(t)SHəˌwerē/ noun 1. a place of refuge or safety. refuge, haven, harbour, oasis, shelter, retreat, hideaway 2. a nature reserve reserve, park, reserrvation, preserve. “a bird sanctuary” 3. a holy place; a temple or church. the inmost recess or holiest part of a temple or church. the part of a church containing the high altar. I…
Deep Fried Kindness
There is something about Kindness that touches me deeply. I type this with one hand and eating a piece of deep-fried goodness. It’s called bannock. I love bannock, in a variety of forms, but today it’s not what has filled me up. It’s kindness. Two heads appeared at the back door during dinner rush tonight with…
Scrubbing Selfie, Knuckles Down
Life Lesson #24: If you scrub your own burnt pots, your dishwashers won’t hate you. I guess it’s called taking responsibility for your actions. Or How Not to Make Enemies. Needless to say, today’s broccoli soup was not so beautiful. And listen, you WILL burn a pot (or two) in your lifetime. Doesn’t matter who you…
Throw-Back Thursday or Fish Lake Friday?
Due to a Generator Failure, I was unable to post this on Thursday. Sooo we’ll just call it a “Flashback Friday” this time. The smell of forest fires hangs in the air here, adding a flavour of summers at home to our day here. It’s hot. And muggy. So, so muggy. The air is grey…
Cinnamon Torte, a Stacking Sport
I learned about Torte the other day. A loose definition from the internet: a rich, round, flat, sweet cake, often with cream and fruit; usually multilayered, often made with very little flour and ground nuts or breadcrumbs, egg yolks, sugar and stiffly beaten whipping cream. All that I know now. Before Friday, all I knew was…
