I ran into this lovely old man the other day. His name is Christopher.
I always see him around and since we had a little bit of time, i asked him what he was up to. He said he enjoys to talk to people, people who will listen, about animals and things. I asked him if he had any animal companions of his own.
He said he had two giant dogs, rescue dogs. Animals that he proudly told me that he rescued from horrible lives and now happily live with him.
And then he spoke of the big giant windows in his house that face the bird feeders in his back yard. His house birds enjoy sitting at the big window watching the wild birds come and eat the seeds. I told him how i built my wood bird feeder house with a roof so that my birds would have shelter from the rain when they eat.
He smiled and seemed very pleased and it made me feel really peaceful to share stories of birds with him.
2 eggs, beaten
1 1/2 cups milk
1 cup flour
1 Tablespoon cooking oil
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 Tablespoons sugar
Whisk all ingredients and form a thin batter. In a skillet over medium heat, rub a stick of butter over the heated skillet enough to melt a little bit, and then start cooking your crepes. Set aside on a plate.
Orange sauce recipe:
1/2 cup butter
zest of one orange
1 cup orange juice (i used mango juice mixed with orange juice)
1/3 cup sugar
In a sauce pan, melt butter, orange juice(with some pulp if you wish), mango juice if you are using that, orange zest, and sugar. Bring to a simmer until sugar melts and it becomes sauce consistency. Fold the already prepared crepes and add to the sauce, warming them on low heat and until they soak up some of the juice.
I’ve never had crepes like this before, and it was all very delicious!
My random bookstore purchase ended up a desk calendar of lists of things that remind you of happy things. Things of no particular origin, that will stimulate some sort of past memory that will instantly give you good feels.
Here are 5:
the house you grew up in
first sip of morning coffee
waking to a pleasant thought
I wandered off into the thick for that covered the moist earth last Saturday and barely made my way through winding country roads to see what i could get a glimpse of. Random turns, pulling over to let other cars pass me, eventually pulling over on the side of the road once i spotted a horse farm.
I got out of the car and walked across the muddy field to get to the horses. A local lady encouraged me to approach them saying they were very friendly and enjoy people.
As soon as i made it to their fence, all five of them looked over and made the decision to approach in hopes i was holding some sort of snacks in my hands.
It seems that after the rush of the holidays, i’ve been contemplating more and more the slow paced life and enjoying every moment quietly. Maybe it’s because we’re still in the dead of winter, and the cold winds don’t seem to want to slow down any time soon.
Tomorrow, another 10cm of snow.
In my mind, i’m already planning my spring garden, slow sleepy seeds pushing their way through wet May soil.
Winter is my favorite season for warm hearty soups. Nothing better than coming in from -20*C to a hot bowl of soup.
Do you have a favorite bowl you enjoy your soup in? I enjoy collecting different sizes and shapes and colours. I like the whimsical assortment of unmatched kitchen sets, unmatched plates and mugs. I find it a good treasure hunting day when i spot a unique glazed ceramic item i can bring home to eat from. I suppose sooner of later i will have to show you my collection of thrift store finds.
Sometimes i wonder of this idea of “new year, new me” and why it’s so hard to go cold turkey on changing old habits or acquiring a new, more kinder perspective of ourselves. But it doesn’t matter why New Year’s resolutions never work, what matters is taking it slowly and adjusting bit by bit, until the old morphs into the new, and the new sneaks up without that shock of change.
I guess the first step to a goal is actually starting somewhere, not worrying about all the written notes and scheduled goals, but just making that first move towards the finish line.
Which is why this post has been sitting waiting for a few weeks unedited. But here we go. DEEP BREATH. The first recipe post of the year: shrimp corn chowder soup with a my very own garden corn that i had saved up in the freezer.
1 pack bacon, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
1 yellow onion diced into pieces
1 box of soup broth (i used chicken broth)
4 small green onions, cut into tiny little pieces
1 celery heart diced
4 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
2 2/3 cups milk
4 fresh or frozen corn ears(i used organic home grown)
1 (15-ounce) can cream-style corn
1/4 teaspoon ground cayenne pepper, or more- depending on how spicy you want your soup
1 pound frozen seafood mixture or just already cleaned up frozen shrimp
1/3 cup half-and-half cream
Fry bacon in large saucepan until crisp. Remove and set aside on paper towel lined plate to absorb excess fat. Switch to a soup pot and drizzle a spoon of the bacon fat on the bottom.
Over medium heat, add diced onion and celery and cook, stirring occasionally until tender. Add the garlic, salt, black pepper, and continue cooking until garlic is fragrant.
Sprinkle the flower, and continue cooking for about a minute. Pour in the milk slowly while stirring as to not create lumps. Add the corn, cream corn, and cayenne pepper. This is where you would adjust to your preferred spice level of hot. Bring to a boil and let the mixture thicken.
Add soup broth and frozen seafood and green onion.
Remove from heat and let cool a little bit before adding room temperature half-and-half cream.
Serve hot, with a bit of sprinkled green onions and bacon. Enjoy!
When i work in the studio, i tend to have background youtube inspirational talks playing in the background, or my head tends to go all over the place. Ironically, it’s talks on mind over matter, following your dreams through focus, and the whole idea that life is what you make it. Literally: making it at the root of your mind. If you know of Tony Robbins and his inspirational talks, then you know what i’m talking about.
Sometimes it seems so obvious that life is but a dream and maybe reality is all in your head, but if that’s the case, then it’s all madness!
Have i already lost some of you?? 😉
To be honest, to each their own, but what i take from all of this is that i would like to be more focused on my goals and i would love to be more disciplined on cleaning up my thinking just so that hopefully anxiety lowers.
At the end of the day, everything works out one way or another.
I will probably ramble on this later and maybe some people will feel inspired. Or just read along.
Somewhere along the line, after realizing that make believe holidays hold no truth to Santa Claus and The Easter Bunny, only faded memories of beautiful pagan stories, I decided that my favorite holiday to celebrate is Thanksgiving. But yes, Thanksgiving too has bitter historical significance and whatnot, but i would like to think of it as a celebration of nature changing its dress and celebrating the fruits of its seeds, a more celebration of gardening than anything else. And the food, bonfires, and cold mornings of course.
“The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let the dead things go.”-Anonymous
I love watching time as the seasons change, the changing of the colours of sunsets and the change in light over trees.
This past weekend we went up to a rented cabin on the Bruce peninsula, near a little lake, a place we’ve stayed at before, but this year, the leaf festival was less mind blowing than before. Most of the trees are still green, sort of like the little kids throwing a tantrum over not wanting to go to sleep, they too refuse to shed their summer clothes and get ready for winter sleep.
In between autumn rain drops and cow fields, we stopped to pick some apples from the wild trees on the side of the road. I intended to make some pie but due to their size and tempting freshness, all the apples were eaten in the car and only a few actually made it back home.
I don’t think i could live in a place that has no seasons. I think i would miss the crisp air and the painted hills. It sometimes seems early Fall sun paints the hills a more intense colour than summer ever could. But all seasons fight to overshadow each other.
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”
Beauty can be ugliness or softness. Beauty is the combined stories of what these flutters have experienced, all the trees they have flown over, all the beautiful flowers they have given life to with their pollination.
The feeling of having too much time quickly dissipates when those wishes come true.
Be careful what you wish for. Be grateful for what you receive.
After a fairly slow moving August, September seems to be picking up wind (and rain), a much faster pace that will continue to bring to fruition many more ideas.
Currently working on crazy lace agates, dressing them up in silver stories according to their individual beauty. I keep telling myself to take things slow and simplify my work, but the stones end up dictating the story line.
Maybe my mind wandered off to the forest, a little oasis of cool air and moss, when all summer has been muggy yet very very dry with no hope for rain.
This ended up being my favorite stone of the bunch and it sits so nicely on the finger.
These will all be part of the next shop update. Four rings with minimal accents and hidden forest nooks.