How the Days Begin

Mornings come early when you’re the cook. Summer solstice was yesterday and I still managed to greet each bookending sunrise in person. Some days I wake up even while the proverbial island ‘streetlight’ is still on. (The only light run by a darkness sensor.)    

A Day Off: Pulling a Roosevelt

  Back again? Still interested in the Day of Solo Exploration? Are you ready to enter with me into the dark woods of shifty shadows and skeletal trees, invisible strings, and deep padded moss the colour of jealousy ogre snot avacado-limes? I’ll warn you: There’s even an almost-surprise almost-attack by a creature of great size…

A Day Off: The Prelude

Big news: Recently, I had a day off! But I have to pause and say I wanted to start with the words “Friday, I had a day off.” Then I realized I have no idea if it was Friday or not because I hardly have a clue what day of the week today is, let…

The Woes of Washing Hands

Dry hands dry hands you give my face a glower. Dry hands dry hands you feel full of flour. The problem is with the foodsafety biz is I wash my hands every hour. – Between that and the dishes it leaves me with wishes that hydration was My superpower. – Dry hands dry hands those…

TBT: Museum Days

People sometimes ask me if I miss home. The answer is, not much. At least not this time, or maybe not yet. I miss a few select people but not much else. Surprisingly, what I miss most consistently is this:  This is my most common view at the Museum, from behind the Biome counter. As…

Dear Anna Brown,

We interrupt this Thursday to share my friend Sally’s delightful observances of differences in Canada and her experience of making memories in places I have, too. They are different memories, of course, but I am still thrilled to share those places in an off-kilter, roundabout way now too. ___________________________________

Soup of The Day: Cream of Beautiful Broccoli

My life revolves around food. There is no way around it. I think not in weekly schedules following Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday but in cycles of Pasta-Ribs-Chicken-Steak. Conversation is difficult to bring to things outside of the kitchen, and the most exciting thing in my day just might be icing the carrot cake! So forgive me, folks, for the first…

A Selfie Interview: So How’s Manitoba?

An article in which the Annalist’s editor –in-chief, Ms. A. Louise Brown, conducts an interview with authour of this site, one Miss Anna Brown, approaching the topic of “So How’s Manitoba?” Editor-in-Chief: First of all, Welcome back to Canada! I know it’s late but it’s been a while since we’ve talked…Mongolia, was it? And now you’re at…

ThrowBack Thursday: I Wish We Could, to Winter

Fact: It’s hot in the kitchen. Did you know kneecaps sweat? Oh, do they ever! I’m pretty sure my kneecaps have never never sweat this much. Except maybe at Fish Lake last year when it was 40 degrees in the shade but at that temperature sweat instantly evaporates anyway and nobody is lucid enough to care. I…

Be Good to Your Cooks

I walked into the staff lunch room to silence. Most of the day this would be normal, but at this point in time there were about 15 guides, waitresses, and others wedged in around the brown wooden tables, hunched over plates and hiding behind the assorted stacks of napkins, juice jugs, condiments and clean mugs…

ThrowBack Thursday: B is for Backpack

To aid in combatting my constant struggle against perfection and lack of discipline (particularly in finishing things) I have decided to embrace the Throw-Back Thursday. In order to enlighten you to my shenanigans of the past year, each Thursday will highlight something of the past year of my life. This one I wrote just over a fortnight ago…

Crouton Connections

Some of the best life advice I’ve ever heard was given to me in my high school outdoor ed class. My teacher was raving about food in the bush, the day’s topic of conversation being steak (a popular subject that came up weekly). I’ll save you the dopey expressions on the boys’ faces and the drool building in…