|See more pictures that dog owners will understand at Pleated Jeans.|
Friday, November 28, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
Almost immediately after my return from two weeks in Europe, my husband Steve and I took off for a little retreat together. Earlier in the fall, I had stumbled upon a Groupon deal for "glamping" (a portmanteau word for glamour + camping).
On further investigation, it turned out that this experience was for a stay at les Refuges Perchés, which literally translates to "perched shelter."
Friday, November 21, 2014
Wishing a thankful Thanksgiving (next week) to my American family and friends. Here are some pictures of what dinner would look like if it were plated by some famous modern artists.
Welcome to my periodic round-up of things I've found online that make me smile, cry, laugh, think, shout, or drop my jaw.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
|Tourtière du Lac-St-Jean|
This one is a feast of game meat in big chunks, slow-roasted in a pie crust. It is a recipe big enough to feed a whole extended family, and it takes most of a weekend to prepare and cook.
Monday, November 17, 2014
|My sinuses are killing me. Seriously. but I'm about to pass out, so . . .|
Anyway, People had an article about these ancient bones that were removed from catacombs as early as 1578 and chronicled by Paul Koudounaris. Assuming these bones belonged to saints (because, why else would they have been preserved?), the gentle peasants saw fit to adorn and treat these noble skeletons with the respect they deserved.
To modern eyes, this is just ridiculous and a dreadful waste of sapphires, but here they are anyway.
I looked at these grotesqueries and immediately thought of captions for them. So here, for your pleasure, are my takes on these old bones.
Friday, November 14, 2014
|Moss Balls or marimo (Japanese for "ball seaweed") is a species of green algae |
that grow into large green balls with a velvety appearance. Found on Amusing Planet.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Back in May, I highlighted Borderline Personality Disorder and mentioned that a family member struggles with this disorder. What I didn't mention in that post is that Steve and I have decided to become leaders (trainers) for the Family Connections course for people who have a loved one with the disorder.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
I'm still working on the cookbook project, and am making good headway. I've decided not to share every recipe here, especially if the recipe is fairly straightforward. But today's recipe warrants a blog post -- not so much because it's fancy (quite the opposite), but because a full-blown comedy of errors took place in our kitchen this afternoon.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
|Captivating skies over highway 407, heading east.|
Monday, November 10, 2014
Stew is one of those classic "peasant" foods that make me feel like I'm sitting in front of a crackling fire with a wool shawl wrapped around me and a mug full of wine. Ideally, there would be a baby asleep on my lap, and a dog snoring lightly at my feet.
On the day I saw my first fluffily floating flakes of snow in Ottawa this year, I pulled out my biggest pot and started an Irish stew simmering in the kitchen. Then I added dollops of dumplings, and we all sat down to a hearty meal.
Since you couldn't be there with us, I decided to share the recipe here. I've learned a lot of lessons about stew -- all the hard way. I hope this post will save you some scorched pots and leathery meat.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
|Front cover of the Sibbald Family Famous Recipes Cookbook|
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
|Swiss countryside as seen from a moving train.|
I really need to stop doing that. Although the human eye can ignore specks, drops, and reflections on windows and adapt for some of the movement and actually see the magical scene, the camera cannot. But it's so hard to resist!
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Monday, November 3, 2014
Middle: Wynn Anne, Patricia
Bottom: Andrew, Stewart, Douglas, Harvey
I am from chenille bedspreads, from Barbie dolls and banana-seat bicycles.
I am from seven children crammed into a back-split, semi-detached house in suburbia with pear trees growing along the back fence and open space beyond; an open-concept school at one end of the street and horses out to pasture at the other.