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It was a beautiful day for going to the laundromat today! To snap myself out of the swirling-clothes induced hypnosis, I also got two coffees. Starbucks has new 5$ lattes, and I had 4$ from giving my wine bottles to the recycling depot, so I reckoned that justified it. Caramel brulee is a great coffee flavour, fyi. This coming from a (usually) staunchly boring black coffee drinker.

I've started to supplement my monthly twenty minute sprint to the ocean and back with daily yoga, in the interests of cross-training and trying to have less back pain. I'm enjoying this just as much as I expected I would - heaps and heaps!! I'm the sort of person who can't stay still for more than a couple seconds, so it's nice to have some forced relaxation hidden in the tempting promise of an old favourite - structured busyness and rigid scheduling.

Some pictures taken where I'm living right now. We have a lot of rain, but maybe that's why it's been such a good year for winter squash. People are handing out winter squash like its their job, so it's become a major staple of my diet since I moved here. I think I'm 90% winter squash and 10% human.

Current Mood: sleepy

Boy howdy it's been a while. Here's a recipe for bread.

To begin with, applesauce || quince marmalade || japanese pear sauce must be made. The recipes for pear sauce and applesauce are the same:

Let there be the diced fruit in a saucepan.
Put therein appropriate water and sugar.
Add spice/lemon/vanilla if it please you.
Boil and then let simmer until done.

Quince marmalade is the same, but a chopped up lemon must be also added, and orange juice/chopped orange makes it nice.

This mixture goes in a mixing bowl, baking soda and baking powder are added, almond milk or whatever it is you like to drink comes next, followed by an egg, and then flour. I like to add a whole bunch of ginger to the mixture and decorate the top, as well. Mix it up until it has the consistency of a nice loaf and bake it until it's cooked.

I always end up making two loaves from this recipe - one for dessert and one for later - and then eating both with strawberry jam. My loaf pans are very very small, though.

Cheers!

Current Mood: cold

Some quick pictures from Nunavut. My mum's house is on stilts so the snow doesn't block the door, though there's very little snow right now.

I volunteered at the free spay/neuter clinic watching a vet pull organs out of dog while 'Hot In Here' and 'Slim Shady' played and a tech danced in the doorway. When the song changed and we were treated to a heavy metal cover of 'I Kissed a Girl' I started to suspect someone had stolen a playlist off my 14y/o self.

This boat was covered in graffiti and was wearing glasses on its motor. It also had a rope with knots in it that wanted me to climb it and hop aboard, claiming my title as Captain of the SS Dick and Smiley Face, like I've always known was my destiny and purpose. Unfortunately, the coast guard must have come off lunch break while I was wasting time gazing lovingly into the prow of my new boat, because they showed up before I could trespass any further into their territory.

I'm in the Far East! (Ottawa + Québec)

My gregarious mum made a friend on the airplane who told us to get ourselves to Resto Végo, post haste!, so after getting iced honey & nut lattes at an über pretentious café in Ottawa that I unfortunately completely vibed with (greek salad! green juice!) and poking horse drawn carriages in the History Museum (watched intensely by a guard who thought we sucked), we ambled towards Montréal and stopped at the library first. I was thrilled to see that 'Occultisme' was one of the categories on the main directory. Floor 3.

When we finally arrived, we found Resto Végo's buffet to be incredible. You're looking at an itty bitty tofu burger (mignon!), 250ml of wine in a tiny bottle (ultra mignon!), a tofu chicken nugget (gaspé! trop ultra mignon!), and more tofu (predictable!). I also had a piece of broccoli and two pieces of vegan cheesecake, because I fuckin love cheesecake and totally forgot that vegan cheesecake is made of cashews, which makes me super ill. Oops! Worth it. Note that my mum's food is touching her other food. Totes blasphemous.

This is a nice little comedy club with a really superb Apple Drink (ingredients unknown). We didn't go into the comedy bit because my mum doesn't speak a lick of French. She's proud of telling people 'mercy bucket!' every time they so much as glance in her direction, which is super charming and made all the bartenders dig us to the max.

I love this city.

My millennial ass: Do you guys have, like, wifi?
Waitress: Sorry, no.

Um.... yeah right. Hello from the free wifi chez a wifi-free salad restaurant across the street from the mechanic, where a car expert is trying to figure out why my car runs despite being a gruesome wreck! Is it rude to pull your laptop out in an empty salad restaurant? I'm woefully ignorant about salad restaurant etiquette, since until this very moment, I had no idea there even was such a thing as a salad restaurant.

Anyway! My mum and I spent 3 hours trying to break into my grandma's house with an axe and two bobby pins. Our home invasion ended abruptly when we heard a rumble of tires down the hill and my mum screeched 'Hide the axe!' and pitched herself off the porch, manure fork held dangerously over her head. Judging by my grandma's wide, proud smile, she saw me surreptitiously stash the axe behind the rain barrels.

We were served the expected jar of ginger, fresh picked blueberries, and mystery loaf. My grandma really wanted me to read this book about sailing, buy land with water in case of government hijinks, and also thinks I should invest in the stock market but 'ONLY IF YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!' I don't, grandma. I really don't. Thanks anyway.

We spent about 20 minutes driving behind this limo pulling a U-haul trailer, time which I spent excitedly flapping my arms because it was so fucking quaint. I thought limos' only purpose was transporting prom queens, celebrities, and newly weds and absorbing champagne puke. Not so! I'll keep this in mind next time I move.

Spent 8 hours on the road yesterday to leave cool boarded up buildings like this behind us.

Just kidding! There are plenty of abandoned buildings in the Great Canadian North, including, apparently, my grandmother's house.

We struggled up the hill in our under-powered car in the black midnight and were greeted by only one dog, an empty locked cabin, and a dead thing on the porch. We couldn't find the key in any of the usual places, and the other dog never came back.

Grandma has no running water, electricity, or reliable contact with the outside world, so we usually just show up and hope she's reading her neighbour's mail with a magnifying glass, waiting to bestow pumpkin bread and nanaimo bars upon her unannounced children. In the face of her absence, the anticipated familial cribbage game in the light of an oil lamp is postponed.

Hermits! UGH.

I hit the VV and the antique store today. Took this picture in a rare moment of self-awareness. I have exquisite taste, yo. Did I buy the ancient-Egyptian-cult leggings? Yes. Am I going to wear them with a horrendous print blouse? Duh!

Spotted: semi broken violin. I bought this for my mum, whom I firmly believe to be the most gifted violin player ever to grace this undeserving planet. She hasn't played in years. She's gonna have to, now, or face my gracious wrath! I'm such a great daughter.

Bonus roses.

Hola journal-sphere!

I've always wished I was the sort of person who kept a diary/journal/stack of personal letters written on human skin in blood-ink, but never have been. Worth a shot.
Onwards!

I hopped on a ferry yesterday. Here's a restricted area:

And now I'm in the Big City! I'm really attracted to this building.

We had celery and lotus root for dinner. I was incredibly impressed by this stuff. The lotus root was a little white wheel that reminded me of an under-cooked, grease-slippery potato and it was really difficult to pick up. Cute!

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