A blog full of memories
I made ratatouille last night. I’d been thinking about making it for over a month. But yesterday, I found a recipe in one of my Mum’s Prevention magazines. It looked quite easy. So I made it. Here are the ingredients: 3 tbsp olive oil 1 med yellow onion, peeled and chopped 3 cloves garlic, minced …
Because, when I’m talking to my oldest sister on the phone and we’re starting to look for Christmas presents for my parents and I open the browser window to start a search for an exercise bicycle and it defaults to cbc.ca as the home page and as I’m talking to my sister I scan the …
Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. These are three words that have been in my vocabulary since my grade 3/4 class with Mrs. Bunker. We learned these three words as part of a national campaign I think–at least, that is what I remember. The year I left for university, I realized I could save money with that principle …
I ask my Dad: “What is the best practical joke you’ve played on someone?” He snorts. “Oh. There are so many!” Then he starts chuckling. “I think the best one was when I was driving your sister down to Olds College. We stopped in Fort McMurray to see my relatives. I phoned up my niece …
It was one of my friend’s (from elementary school) birthday yesterday. I thought about her as I wrote the date on some forms at the bank. And made a mental note to check when I got back to the computer. I was surprised to get an email from her later: Hi Jen, It’s my birthday today …
My dad flew down to Calgary last week to help me drive my car home to Whitehorse. He visited with my sister Nat and her family. Friday evening, they all went out for dinner. Dad was sitting at one end of the table. Nat, her sister-in-law and her mother-in-law (I think) were sitting at the …
My dad tells me: “I used to read you girls nursery rhymes.” I laugh: “Yeah. I remember your nursery rhymes!” We spend the next few minutes reciting the rhymes he taught us. Mary Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockell shells And one big F’ing onion! We snicker and …
Am republishing this story because my friend hadn’t read it yet. Originally published 26 December 2006. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My sibling, Redd, has been bugging me for over a year to post this story about hand sanitizer and outhouses. It is a fairly embarrassing story, but I thought–since it was on my list of things to do …
I am driving to the Yukon with my Dad. We have time to talk in the car. I ask him, “What made you laugh when we were kids?” He paused and thought for a moment. “Well, when Natoline was just starting school, she came home one day and said:” “We were learning about babies today. …
…and sometimes in September.” I am sitting in the kitchen, chatting away rather comfortably (I think) in French to Ludo’s parents. And I see the quizzical looks on their faces. Just fleetingly, but enough that I question my choice of the word “culotte”. I was telling them that the Yukon is quite warm in June, …
We went to a soirée des courges (Hallowe’en) at a friend’s house on Saturday night. I notice that Hallowe’en in Switzerland is refreshingly absent from the stores. Maybe the commercialism was refreshingly absent because we still showed up to a friend’s house for pumpkin soup. Cheese, wine, de la viande sechée–and pumpkin soup. Mmmmmm. Our …
A few weeks ago, I installed Tweet Deck on my computer. I search for fellow bloggers and social media fans and just interesting people in general. I have an ongoing search for Lausanne and Valais. One morning I see a tweet flutter by: “On to Lausanne by train today… http://bit.ly/aid14.” I wonder who is arriving …
“Can I bring you something?,” he asked on his way out the door. “I can’t think of anything.” “Are you sure?” I stop and think a moment. I’d bought a butternut squash at the market on Saturday because I’d wanted to make butternut squash soup. I have a favourite recipe from my Looney Spoons cookbook. …
