poached eggs and pie

My morning started decent, considering it began at 5 am. The regularly scheduled breakfast cook had a day off, and I was taking her place. An added bonus of working the morning shift meant that after work, I had time to learn how to make Melissa Green's famous GF strawberry rhubarb pie. I was pretty stoked!

The menu for breakfast was scrambled eggs, sausages, and scones (celebration of alliteration!). Piece of cake, or so I thought! After putting the scones and sausages in the oven, I was ready to begin scrambling eggs. My brain was still a little groggy, so I was appreciative of the ease and simplicity of the meal.

Wandering into the refrigerator to grab the eggs, my heart dropped; a flat of 30 eggs was missing. This was not the time to be paralyzed by panic. I searched the cooler high and low, no eggs. I muscled the freezer door open, hoping someone accidentally misplaced the eggs (hehe, thinking about it now, turning frozen eggs into scrambled would have been quite the task). What do I do? Scrambling eggs required twice as many eggs as I had sitting in front of me.

I needed to make a decision quick: poach eggs or flip pancakes?

Never having eaten, let alone made a poached egg, I was intimidated by them. Perfect time to learn; plus if I made poached eggs I would not have to clean the grill. Bonus. A "how to" Google search alleviated a bit of anxiety. Then, to my relief, Melissa Green, who could live off of poached eggs, walked through the door. Impeccable timing. Breakfast went off without a hitch. I ate my first poached egg, AND I enjoyed it!

Even though the morning took an unexpected turn, baking pies was the salvation. My day ended with a piece of the best pie I have ever tasted. The crust was delicious and flakey. The vanilla ice cream was the perfect compliment as it slowly melted over the warm pie filling.

I even learned a valuable lesson; if using fruit that has been frozen, do not take the pie out early, let it sit for 45 minutes and expect it to be done. It will not be done. You will have to put the pie back in the oven. You will have to wait an extra long time for pie. I must have used up my patience durning breakfast.

good morning beautiful.

The birds are chirping. Jinx is frolicking. I am enjoying a big bowl of mango a la Evita and with a delicious cup of coffee. Good morning sunshine!

Some say it is a sin to taint coffee with milk and sugar. Which, yes, it does alter the delightful flavor. However, in my book, there are those mornings that call for a straight cuppa joe. And then, other mornings call for the lavish addition raw honey and a dollop of coconut cream. These mornings make me feel like a queen. It is like waking up to someone saying, "Good morning sunshine. Look how beautiful the world is. I painted it for you."

After my parents left on Saturday evening, this small trailer felt large and empty. The two days they spent here, we explored some neat places around the Shuswap. Everything was enamoring; the grass-fed gouda cheese farm, an organic Irish brewery, the rushing waterfalls.

Breakfast with them was my favorite. Farm fresh eggs cooked atop sautéed onions, flopped on a slice of fresh garden tomato. Homemade mango, ginger kombucha. Fresh ground coffee. There was no hurry, just appreciation and satisfaction. It was marvelous.

All things do change at some point. This morning it was obvious, as my wake-up consisted of Jinx readjusting herself in my arms. The morning started out warm and relaxing. When I woke up I knew it would be a queen coffee sorta day. I put on the hot water, took care of some morning business, then stepped outside and gave the world a salutation and cheers.

sleep.

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Sleep is wonderful and good. It is even better when you get a full night of it. Since moving into the little trailer I have yet to experience a full night of good, wonderful sleep.  

The first night I was pretty stoked. The air was thick and the Christmas lights made my new home glow, putting my imaginations work to reality. The fan was cranked, the birds were chirping, and in my hand was a cold can of ginger cider. Life was beautiful.

Eventually, my energy simmered and into sleep I went.

Around 4 a.m. I awoke to what sounded like a little girl screaming. Being startled and half awake, I wondered if an exorcism was happening. Seeing the movie trailer for that movie gave me goose bumps, but the thought of that little girl standing outside of my trailer was worse than a nightmare. Finally, coming to enough sense, the voice sounded more like a cat meow than a little girl. “Right,” I thought to myself, “the cat is still outside.” Thank God.

Standing up to let her in, it hit me that I absolutely had to go to the bathroom. Feeling a bit like a pinball while searching for my shoes, sweatshirt, flashlight, and glasses, I made the executive decision that slippers would be enough. The rapid flee to the washroom happened in record time. This would be the first time I’d used this specific washroom. 4 a.m. was the perfect time to realize there was no toilet paper, paper towels, soap or anything. “No big deal,” I told myself, this is what roughing it is all about.

Running back across the lawn, the huge holes in the toes of my wool slippers became enemies as the damp grass saturated them. Not in such a hurry, I also noticed the beautiful sunrise and the goose bumps on my arms. Quickly, I stumbled over Jinx to find my bed ready to top off the morning with a few more hours of cozy sleep. And there I lay at 4:30 a.m., wide-awake with soggy toes, shielding my eyes from the sun.

Yes, I blame the cat for this one too. 

 

snails.

Memory 1: Way back in my childhood days when I found a worm on the road, I would pick it up and kiss it. Maybe I would carry it with me, or possibly return it to 'safe ground.' Whatever my motivations were, nowhere in my memory is any recollection of reasoning behind my actions.

Memory 2: One summer day while at the cabin, I woke up to screaming. Screams means panic. Screams are not funny. Especially when the scream is coming from is your mother, saying something along the lines of, "Why are there SNAILS in my KITCHEN!!!" Oh boy, just typing this still makes me laugh out loud. My mother ABSOLUTELY HATES slugs. Snails are equal to slugs in her eyes.

The previous day, Stacy and I had the grand idea of making a home for a little tribe of snails. We found a bucket for making sand castles and spiffed it up a bit with dirt, leaves and twigs. Not wanting anything to happen to the snails we innocently brought them into the cabin for a sleepover. Of course, we didn't think that snails would want to escape the walls of the castle. But they did, right into my mom's kitchen.

I bring up these memories because I have been running around town. My favorite loop is along a road I call 'the horse and cow road.' The view is so spectacular that it is easy to become lost in the low hanging clouds scattered around the mountains or the the colorful patchwork of trees lining the lake. Once in awhile, especially after a rain, I become distracted by the snails on the road (the snail population increases ten fold). The number of snails terrifies me. I fear my neon running shoes will unintentionally crush one. But I have yet to see a crushed snail and am starting to think that snails have anti-smashing force fields - or drivers are equally as cautious as me.

So last week I was feeling happy when I arrived back at my trailer until I looked down at my front step and saw for the first time, a crushed snail.

Can I blame the cat? 

cat.

Moving to Sorrento, BC I could hardly wait to live in a camping trailer. Simplicity? Adventure? Twinkle lights? Warm summer nights? Absolutely! The trailer was not quite ready upon my arrival, so for the past month Jinx and I have been living on the second level of an old house, in a shared living situation. The rooms sit above a few offices, and a conference room.

Not long after we settled in a couple of the teenagers working for the summer arrived. Company was nice, and socializing timid Jinx was fun. Throughout the day I would hear little comments and exclamations such as, "cat! get out of my room!" or, "ugh, CAT outta my way!" Usually, this was followed by Jinx making a mad dash, sliding across the hardwood floors back into my bedroom.

Jinx was going a little stir crazy being locked inside. She was used to wandering the streets of Victoria, or mouse hunting the woods of Alaska. Dodging feet and playing with pine beetles was the most she could do to entertain herself. So, Thursday when we finally made the much anticipated move to the trailer she could hardly wait to explore the great outdoors.

The morning I let her outside I propped the trailer door open so she knew she was welcome back inside. I was half focused on studying when the sound of her bell (a requirement to warn birds) was rapidly growing louder. This meant one of two things:

1. A bear, wolf, or some creature was chasing her and she needed to be rescued ASAP 

OR

2. She caught a mouse. The mouse was still alive. She wanted to play with the mouse in the trailer.

Looking up, into her eager and proud face, I saw the plump rodent in her mouth and knew she had no plan to stop at the doorstep. Scrambling to get to the door before Jinx was not an easy feat, but I managed just in the nick time. The cat sat on the front step for a few minutes before realizing entering was not an option, so under the trailer she went.

After a few minutes curiosity got the better of me. I opened the door to see what she was up to only to see her bounding toward me once again, with another mouse. Slam! I shut the door and stared through the screen. A minute later she had another!

I am kind of proud. 

date night.

Imagine the sound of rain pounding on glass. The cadence varies from harder, slower, louder, softer. All day it has been like this. When my window is open, I can hear the cars, buses and trucks driving by, splashing, as tires speed through the puddles. Today the rain is comforting, and cozy. Not ideal for a date night, but conveniently the plan is dinner and a movie.

I have a few errands to run before date night. I try to not worry about time, but the library closes in an hour. The bus ride takes 30 minutes. Will that be enough time? If indecision does not linger, I will be fine. 12 minutes before the next bus. Dressed and ready to face the inclement weather, what was I to do with these next twelve minutes? Surely, I did not want head out early to stand in the rain. I wandered to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself, I think, 'why not do something out of the ordinary tonight, it is date night after all.' With rowing back in full swing, I rarely find motivation to fancy myself up. I tidy my hair, add some mascara to my lashes and a touch of gold to the corners of my eyes (in hopes they will magically turn green).  

I catch the bus and make it in in time to the library. I take my time picking out a few movies, mostly light hearted romantic comedies. These are my go to's when life or my thoughts become a little too intense. The movies are my way reminder to not take life or myself so seriously. Good for lightening my mood.

Once my errands were finished I found myself in the darkness avoiding the rain under the overhang at 7 Eleven. Out of the corner of my almost green eye I see a shadow round the corner, walking towards me. Looking up with mild interest, a young lady with an umbrella and glasses checks the bus schedule, she faces me and causally says,

"I hope you haven't been standing there long. It sure is raining hard. I guess that is a sign I shouldn't get dinner at the Vietnamese restaurant by my house. I don't want to walk in the rain. Do you think stew that has been in the fridge for 6 days would still be okay to eat?" It is rare someone speaks to me at the bus stop, so I welcome the conversation, "I would do the smell check if I were you. If it smells bad go to the Vietnamese place. You could take yourself on a date!"

The friendly stranger, looks at me oddly, and takes a moment to think before saying, "well, if the meat smells bad I can pick it out and just eat the veggies. Veggies will probably still be good. Don't ya think?" With no prompting she talks about her interest in Queen Elizabeth, Henry the VIII and them being a part of her evening plans. "What are you doing tonight?" She inquires.

"I am going to make myself stuffed squash, strawberry rhubarb crisp, pour myself a glass of wine and watch a movie." I pause unsure if I should continue, "I am having a date with myself tonight." I smiled as the bright lights of the bus illuminated the stop.

i like airports

2013 and I got along well, and the year that has just arrived is off to a good start. This year, I am not making goals or resolutions because usually, within 2 weeks I've lost motivation and by the third week, the excitement is has faded and life continues on. With that in mind I decided to continue to be intentional about my "feel good" awareness and incorporating it into my days. I created a list of nouns, verbs and adjectives that I can look back on when those low moments arrive and I can re-inspire, remember or reclaim myself. Here are my top ten, in no particular order:

1. Airports, are exciting. They take me to new, unknown places and get me back home. In an airport, I take time to simply sit down and enjoy. 

2. Pen and paper. For drawing or writing. In my journal, I get to gush and be completely honest; a great place to sort through the clutter of the mind and escape into the possible. With drawing, I get to completely focus on the present. With handwritten letters I connect with those at a distance.

3. Jinx. The softest, cutest, and coolest cat in town.

4. Loneliness. In my life, right now, I am faced with loneliness which is much more intimidating in my minds construct of fearing it than the actuality living it. Once I dealt with the fear behind it I have found although, I am lonely this time has also allowed for unabashed creativity, fleeting independence and a romantic peace.  

5. Family and friends. Endless love, support and awesome memories. 

6. New experiences. Joining the rowing team. Finding an awesome new tune or exploring parts of town I have not been too. The new and unexpected are some of my favorites.

7. Hot Chocolate. To boiling water I add: a pinch of pink Himalayan sea salt, a heaping spoon full of quality cocoa powder, a few dollops of canned coconut milk, and either a glob of honey or evaporated cane sugar. This is my ultimate, rainy day pick me up.  

8. Big, beautiful mountains.  Skiing down, hiking up, or staring at them. Nothing beats the feeling of being completely in awe, at the jaw dropping and heart pounding grandeur of big, beautiful mountains.

9. Red Zinfandel. Bold, sexy and full of character, a perfect compliment for the candle lit date nights with myself.

10. Bacon and avocados. Together or separate. For breakfast, lunch, dinner or anytime in between. 

life

I am wondering how do we live a full life when we are exposed to so little in our tiny worlds? We strive the best we can to understand to some varying degree of the ripple effect. The world around us, the people, the ideas and philosophies of ourselves and others. Where are the boundaries of living up to what our expectations are or what others have placed on us? We are all passionate about something, and when passion arises in us it drives us to take action. It is impossible to let is fester. But we must be cautious and not let our passions take such strong hold of us that we forget to be aware that we are not the only being with a passion.