In the Interim – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  Over here in Montreal the sun is shining.  It’s still a tad chilly:  -4C, feels like -8C (25F/18F) but that’s fine by me.  The lunchtime walk is nigh.

It is also Friday Fictioneers time.  This week Rochelle has chosen a photo by Lori Wilson to inspire us.  Should you wish to play, click on my frog and hop on over to the squares and add your link!  If you need the rules and regs, click on Lori’s photo and you’ll jump over to Rochelle’s blog where you will find them.

©Lori Wilson

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Working in a diner kitchen off Route 66 was not part of her plan.  Plan?  What plan?  After finishing high school she didn’t know what she “wanted to be when she grew up” so she didn’t apply for university.  Working for a bit would hopefully inspire her.  So here she was at Shelly’s, making breakfast and lunch options composed of the usual unhealthy fare:  eggs, hashbrowns, disgusting (to her) sausage gravy on biscuits, burgers, fries…

Despite the menu, she discovered she enjoyed and had talent in the kitchen.  “I know what to study now!  Culinary Institute of America, here I come!”

Weekend Writing Prompt #450 – Sweet

As you know, I love me these short ones!  Twelve!  Good golly, Miss Sammi!

Salty and sweet

a lovely treat

Sweet and spicy

Cannot be beat!

Stuff and Things for a Sunday, nope! Monday, nope! Holiday Tuesday?

I have been sporadic at best in this blogging biz. It’s that whole trying to find balance thing and I’ve been having a bit of trouble getting it all in, so to speak.  Hell, it’s taken me three days to actually get this going!!

Today is Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day in Québec, so I am off work (yay!).  There was a time when I celebrated this day with friends and family but I guess those days are gone.  Anyway, it’s hotter than Satan’s Armpit out there and I am sans pool (still).  I’ve been waiting for a new liner since May.  Long story, short… if all goes well, I’ll be swimming by June 30.  Doesn’t help on a day like today where the temps are at a lovely 33°C (91°F) with a humidex that makes it feel like 44°C (111°F).  Thank Bob for A/C, is all I can say!

So I am inside, listening to good Québécois music that brings me back to my days in high school.  On this day I am always pulled towards my French Québécoise roots.  Harmonium, Beau Dommage, Plume, Robert Charlebois, Offenbach, Paul Piché and many other wonderful singers from Québec are my soundrack today.  This following piece of music, no lyrics, is just so beautiful and should not disturb you as you keep reading, if you were so inclined.  And I just found out one of the founders of the group, Serge Fiori, died today.  Very à propos dans he die on this holiday, being a voice for a québécois generation, but way too young at 73… 😦

So, anyway…. back to why I’ve been only half-assed blogging and falling way behind on all your wonderful posts… And it’s taking me forever to write this as I get up and dance and sing along to some tunes before coming back to my computer.

I want to read more – books that is – so that means reading less blogs.  Then I feel guilty. Which I know is silly because bloggers are not sitting by their computer waiting for my comment.  Still.  As you know, I like to be a good blogger, meaning I don’t write and run nor do I read and run.  I overwhelm my own damn self in the process.  Ridiculous, I know.

And, I AM reading more.  I am rather pleased with myself thus far.  I have read (and listened) to 19 out of the 30 books I am aiming for.  I’m five books ahead of schedule!  Woot!

Right now, I am delighting/torturing myself reading the most delicious A Thousand Feasts by Nigel Slater.  Not only can the man cook and take beautiful photos (I follow him on Instagram) but his writing skills are wonderful and evocative.  This one I read at lunchtime and/or, when I decide to sit, at home.  I am listening to The Dutch House by Ann Patchett, wonderfully narrated by Tom Hanks (so glad it’s not Ann reading because she can be rather monotone, as I learned with These Precious Days) during my walks, mostly on my lunchtime walks.  On my Kindle, so before bed, I am reading The Boys of Summer by Roger Kahn because B waxed poetic about his writing.  He is not wrong.  Considering I feel pretty neutral about baseball, I am pleasantly surprised with reading about it and about the sports journalism business.  Almost as good as baseball movies, which I bizarrely love.  As well, I have The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien that I am (re)reading with Sammi and friends.  We already read all three Lord of the Rings books and why not?  One chapter per week and then we discuss them.  Fun stuff.

In April, I went with a couple colleagues, to Toronto and then the Muskoka region in Ontario.  We have an extension programme for Viking ships and had to go check out the suppliers and venues (how sad 😉 ).  What a gorgeous area!  Lake Muskoka was still partially frozen in many spots.  I loved our visit with Sainte-Marie-Among-the-Hurons and picked up a puzzle.  Erm… Rog, you don’t DO puzzles!  Well, maybe I should start!  So, yes, this is also how I spend some of my time.  Emptying my mind of all the stuff and piecing the puzzle together.  Just one-fifth left to do.

I planted my garden.  Got me some raised beds – so there Mrs. and son Groundhog!  Course, they ate all my shoots because I had left them on the deck for a day… Anyhoo.  Planted in the four nice tall bins plus some pots on stools only to find that now the squirrels?  I’m guessing… are not too shy either!  Sonova…

What else?  Oh, I have managed to start running/walking again.  Going quite gently and so far so good.  Have to get up stupid early with these temps, though:  5:30 in the a.m.!  I’ve also started a mobility programme and it’s quite different from other exercise programmes I have tried before.  This one really focuses on the joints and a mix of flexibility, strength and overall mobility – hense the name.  I am liking it so far.  Plus, there are no promises of a “flat belly in six weeks”!  It’s an overall wellness programme that I can get down with.  Because I just want to feel like I can keep going well into my eighties!  Plus, whenever I can, I walk during my lunch hour – even went on Monday when it was stupid-hot!  Here’s a few pics of the many, MANY I take 🙂

I have also been baking (every couple of weeks) as well as cooking myself some delicious meals.  I signed up for “Odd Bunch” – they deliver a box once per week and I love the surprise of discovering what’s inside.  These veggies can be odd-sized and rejected by stores for it but honestly, after two deliveries?  I cannot see what’s wrong with any item!

I’ve kept you long enough 🙂  By the end of writing this, the following song came on and I felt a sort of melancholy.  All in all… a decent day.

 

Translation (by Deepl because I was too lazy to do the whole thing myself!)

Frédéric

 

 

 

 

One Thing Sunday

So… how did this week go?  Was I more successful?  Nyet!

Monday:  Drove into Montreal and could not find a single place to park.  There is so much construction and they reserved the parking metres in front of the office and everything else was blocked off.  In frustration, I left and returned home.

So, apart from slicing a chunk off my middle finger on the carrot grater, I did nothing much besides work from home, which means I was able to make lunch – Eggroll in a bowl.  After lunch, back to my work keyboard where I was slipping and sliding, not realising I had bled through the two band-aids. Ugh…  A bazillion plasters later, I finally found a gauze to wrap around said finger, making typing rather amusing. Not.  For supper, I made Thai Tofu & Purple Cabbage with Basmati Rice – you can read about that here.  Needless to say, I did not feel up to riffling through a junk drawer and setting it to rights.  Tomorrow is another day.

Tuesday:  Worked from home because my colleagues informed they were calling for freezing rain and no one was going to be at the office, so why bother!  It never did freeze but oh, how wonderful to light a fire downstairs and light the gas one upstairs.  Very homey!  My supper was a creation with leftovers:  Cubano bread cut open, spooned over the Siciliana sauce, sliced some mozzarella and baked then broiled it.  Mucho tasty.

My ONE was to run the clipper over the cat’s mess of fur.  When I start finding chunks here and there, it’s time!  She is pretty good about it because I do a bit at a time while she eats – keeps her occupied! (Still might have to pretty it up here and there.)

Wednesday:  Today was the Christmas party thrown by Tourism Montréal so, other than getting home at 9:45, washing my face and tucking into bed, I got nuthin’.  However, I did take a pic of some of the random acrobats going around the party and some holiday lights in Phillips Square, which I walked through to and from my way to the Time-Out Market where the party was held.  I’ll probably be sharing another post on that!

Thursday:  Another day that does not get a ONE!  However, I went to see the Horizon of Khufu – a very cool virtual-reality trip to the Great pyramid of Egypt that was ending on the 30th of this month but has since been extended to January 17.  Following that, my friend and I went for a delicious dinner at Les Pyrénées – a place I’ve been wanting to try for so long!  And it did not disappoint.  Their onion soup, while I though was not very thick was so tasty, I didn’t mind the lack of onions (forgot to take a pic).  Because I was having what I thought would be a filling soup, I figured I’d have a salad – which ended up being so filled with goodies, it might have been a good idea to go with the fish after all.

Friday:  Left work to deliver Ariel’s birthday gift from her brother and to bring François his keys that we forgot I was holding during the Khufu outing.  Got home and made a sort of avo toast with salmon and a salad on the side; then vegged. Could not get my energy levels up enough to accomplish anything.

Saturday:  Did my groceries and actually, finally, got the lovely gift from Rochelle framed and put it up on the wall, along with a painting my father made for me many moons ago.  The wall leading to the basement and the main floor is very high and honestly, I am surprised at myself that I managed to put any of them up.  I swear I got jelly-legs when I put up the first ones and then adding these two, I thought, no big whup, not as high.  Nope… There is still lots of wall to fill but it looks a little less bare now.

I put both up to give you a little sense of the work in progress.  I didn’t think of taking pictures during the day – d’oh! And here I am, way past my bedtime finishing up now…

Sunday:  Great intentions.  Emptied the drawer and threw out a crazy amount of restaurant menus and whatnot but still haven’t put it all back.  I made a blade roast, which cooked in the crock pot whilst I whiled away the day in front of the boob tube watching my first Christmas movies.  One, I shouldn’t admit to (read Hallmark with Lindsay Lohan) and one of my ultimate faves The Holiday.  I must watch that one ever year.

I think by now, on my second week, you have all figured out that I manage to pretend I am not procrastinating by cooking.  No bread this week.

Next week I have no extra-curricular activities in the evening.  I should get more done.  Right?

 

One Thing Sunday

All great plans, and all that jazz.  Maybe I should not have specified what a ONE thing would be or could be.  As I am trying to declutter and give some order to my house, it would stand to reason that I am working towards that.  Of course, life is what happens when you plan(ish).

Monday:  Normally and technically, I would say that cooking shouldn’t be part of the ONE Thing because it doesn’t fall into the out of norm chores.  However, when your eggplant, zucchini and bell peppers are giving you the evil eye and start talking back, they must be dealt with.  So, while I had an omelette with leftover lasagna sauce for supper, I had to deal with these. (Bonus, it will liberate the fridge further and give me the nudge to clean it.)  What to do, though?  I was thinking a tian but didn’t have any fresh tomatoes and considered using canned. Meh.  Eggplant-Zucchini casserole à la Eggplant parmesan?  Eesh, flouring and frying.  Meh.  Hmmm. That left me with either a ratatouille or a Sicilian pasta sauce.

Tuesday:  Stuck in traffic, got home, nuked supper, had my date with Marc went to bed by 9:00 – no ONE.

Wednesday:  While waiting for my financial advisor (we had a mix-up in dates so now he’s coming over Thursday), I cleaned out one of the drawers in my dining/living room – I call it my booze drawer 😏 (plus restaurant menus – am sure I will find more in the next drawer)!  Why is there a roll of stamps? Because, if I put it elsewhere, I’ll never remember.  Same thing for that marker that I use for jars and and food saver bags.  Deciding if I will keep those napkin rings or not – maybe now that I can see them I’ll remember I have them!   We shall see what happens with that one!

Thursday: Vincent, said advisor, showed up and we sat and noshed on charcuterie and cheese, my leftover bread and washed it down with wine.  I made a more extravagant plate for Thursday but only took a picture of the one from Wednesday!  Can this count?  And it’s gonna have to fill in as a ONE.

Friday:  After work, I met up with my buddy Julie at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts for an exhibit of Inuit art and dance. Well.  What a disappointment! This was to last a couple hours so we succumbed to paying $16 for a puny bowl of arugula topped with a measly portion of trout tartare and we even went nuts and got a sort of apple tarte tatin thing for another $5.  There were no chairs available to sit, no standing tables available, either.  We found a counter in another little room, scarfed down our “supper” and heard some mumbling so we made our way to a little corner to stand and try to hear what was going on.  We understood nothing, so we decided to go see the art until the dance started.  Not much to see but some lovely stuff.  Came back to the main hall and there were two seats. We saw absolutely nothing as the dance was mostly on the floor.  We lasted ten minutes and decided to go out, walk through the museum’s boutique, then out for a coffee or something. It was all of 7:00 pm! We ended up at Winnie’s for wings and a Virgin Caesar.  Was home by 9:45.  I did prepare my starter for my Cubano bread.  So… a ONE was a cultural-wannabe.

Saturday:  Woke up early and made my Cuban bread dough, set it to rise, fed my starter, hoping it would be enough to use later and started my dough for my attempt at a cinnamon raisin bread (that would be baked Sunday).  I might be obsessed with this bread-making thing.

Realised my dishwasher didn’t go on last night so tried to get it going.  Stuck on pause. What in the hell?  Spent a ridiculous amount of time on-line trying to figure out how to un-pause the damn thing (because the manual says nothing about this pause-thing).  Did three loads of laundry in-between and changed my sheets.  I baked the Cuban bread and decided to try my hand at making buns for my burger.  The ONE is well… I dunno.

Sunday:  Well.  Today, I baked my cinnamon-raisin bread AND my sourdough.  I started washing all the dishes in the bloody dishwasher because not only can I not get the damn thing working, I can’t find the right breaker coz it’s not properly indicated since the renovation.  I can’t pull it out to unplug it, either!  I’ll need someone to come over and help me with the breakers. (Can you just see me running up and down, to see just what I turned off?  Sigh.)  Had a lovely chinwag with Janet, did my exercises, took a walk (talk about brisk out there) to Linda’s to share a few slices of bread with her, sat for a chit-chat and back home to do nothing from my nonexistent list.

Full Week One?  Not quite.

Tomorrow is the start of another week, right?

 

 

New Recipe, Same Mess – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  And I could not resist this wonderful image from our beloved Ted Strutz.  I wrote a post way back in 2018 regarding my son’s cooking (plus a lot of blah blah) but should you have nothing to do with your time, please go ahead and check it out here.  No obligation, of course coz it’s way more than 100 words! That said, should you wish to participate this week, please click on the frog below.   Not sure how? Click on Ted’s pic and bake your way over to Rochelle’s for the how-to’s!

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Good gawd!  What the hell are you making NOW?  It’s as messy as your Cheeky-Cheeky-Chebureki!

But you loved them, didn’t you?

Yes, very much so.  I didn’t love the mess, however.

Hey, I cleaned up!

The next day and you know I hate when you do that.  So, you making more?

Nah, nah, nah, Mamz.  Time to try something new!

I see it involves pastry again.  Not meat pie coz you hate meat pie!

You got that right.  I love Grand-maman’s bread but not her meat pies! I’m making pelmeni!

Russian dumplings.

How’d you know?

I try to keep up.

Bubba – Friday Fictioneers

Good Thursday evening (or Friday morning, dependin’ on when you happen to catch this little silly story).  Our hostess is back from vacation with a photo from Mr. Binks.  I ain’t gonna lie, I was not coming up with anything and then, during my long two-plus-hour drive to and from the airport to pick up boarding passes for work, I started trying to divert my attention from the annoying traffic…  Should you have an idea on this here picture, do click on the link below and add your two-cents’ (100 words) worth.  Not sure how this works?  Click on Mr. Binks’ photo and go on over to Rochelle’s for the how-to.  Easy-peasy!

©Mr. Binks

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Chicken is so b-o-r-i-n-g!

Not it’s not. There are so many things you can make with it!

It’s still chicken.

You can roast it, boil it, fry it…

Still chicken.

With leftovers, you can make chicken stock, chicken salad, chicken salad sandwiches, hot chicken sandwiches, chicken quesadillas, chicken pot pie, chicken à la king, chicken nuggets, chicken fried rice, chicken Tetrazzini…

You the Bubba of Chicken or something?

Hopefully, not that simple!

Nah.  You’re not, but jeez…

Hey, I’m just trying to tell you that, with a little imagination, your chicken can go a long way!

I guess…

I know!

Right Then and There

Monday, Merril hosted dVerse’s Quadrille Monday and when I saw the word “crab”, I knew I had to share this one.  Let’s just say Merril and I did NOT go down the same road!!  I was feeling rather special and cherished when a friend surprised me with this gift for my birthday (way back in April 😉 )

“Happy Birthday!”

friend surprise-visits me

“Can’t stay, take this!”

Left standing, dizzy, yet grateful

plans prohibit immediate delectation

tomorrow then

 

try to nap

crab is calling

Cooked it, ate it,

(still in my skivvies)

standing at my counter

like some mannerless heathen

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #369 – Spoonful

I love when Monday is a holiday because it’s akin to having two Sundays in the same week.  As a result, writing a weekend writing prompt on a holiday Monday is right on time, right?  This was such a different poem in my head.  The muse obviously has control over my fingers.  Click on the WWP box below to swing over to Sammi’s blog for more interpretations of this word 🙂

WWP 369 Spoonful

“I love you”

words uncomfortable

to our mother’s lips

but understandable as

she hardly heard them either

Love was shown

(and still is)

the same way she received

One spoonful at a time

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #367 – Party

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

WWP 367 Party

When I was in high school, I sought out weekend parties.  There was that one house with the cool parents who allowed too many people, too-loud music, sticky floors from spilt booze, cigarette smoke and the availability of various products of the mind-altering type.

Parties then became mostly for special occasions, like weddings or milestone birthdays.  While those still happen today, my favourite is the dinner party, both formal and informal.  A gathering of family and/or friends, breaking bread, sharing our stories.  This is what makes me happy.