Posts Tagged ‘home’

Best Times


I have seven glorious days left on my mini break before I have to go back to work.

I feel like I’m trying to cram a lifetime of activities into these few days.

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I spent the day out, walking, sightseeing and browsing – being a tourist and taking in the city.

Later on in the day, we made lunch, helped my mom set up her new sewing machine, drank glögg and took tons of pictures.

Remember Moments

It made me think of wishes…

Endless days… I wish for days that would never end…

Ceaseless laughter and time with loved ones

A beautiful life, with beautiful people.

Beautiful things and beautiful moments.

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A Day Off


I took the day off yesterday.

I haven’t taken a day off in a while, nor had a good vacation in over a year.

I had a staycation last year, which wasn’t bad because everyone seemed to be having one of those then.

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Taking a day off is a little different from being on vacation, taking a day off is like a glimpse into what life would be if I were independently wealthy and didn’t have to wake up each morning to go to work.

Cuddles

I’d have more time to hang out with this little dude before he gets older and thinks I’m uncool. Soon I’ll have to bribe him with video games just to get him to hang out with me.

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I’d have more time to play in the rocks.

I met a mother and daughter at the grocery store, it was early in the day still and there was an air of leisure in the store, no one seemed in a hurry to be elsewhere.

The mother and her young daughter couldn’t agree on which kind of apples to get, they argued playfully.

I envied them a little, for a minute I wanted to be a part of their little playful clique.

I couldn’t help it, I smiled at them and suggested the jazz apples – her daughter would like them I say.

I walk away smiling… I’m think of limitless possibilities for my limited time off.

There was so much to be done, I could go shopping, hiking, a movie or a lunch date maybe…

Girl & Beach Ball

I’m rejuvenated… we go to the beach in the afternoon

The water is cold but it’s a sunny day; I bring along a ton of reading materials and pretend I’m going to spend the rest of my life at the beach.

Kids play at the beach

We watch the kids play and secretly wish they remain kids forever.

But everything had its end, soon enough it was time to pack up and go home and await the grind.

Looking out

Back at work today, I felt a little refreshed, I needed that break and I’m glad I took the day off but I couldn’t help but look out the window every once in a while and wonder what it’ll be like if I didn’t have to be here.

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Make Bread – A Pictorial Tale


Bread Bin

I’ve been making my own bread for years now since I got a bread machine.

I wish I had a pile of money saved to show for making my own bread and not buying bread from the store.

My initial reasoning for buying the bread machine was… ‘think about all the money I’ll save’.

Bread Machine

The bread machine has become one of the hardest working appliances in the kitchen, and to think I got it on a whim. It’s a sturdy little workhorse that makes the most perfect fluffy loaves.

You wouldn’t think a bread machine would be versatile, but it is – I’ve made pizza dough, cinnamon buns and even bagels. Then was the disastrous summer of jam making, when I tried and failed miserably to make jam in the bread machine (don’t ask).

Sadly, I haven’t been making bread lately; I’ve been a bit lazy and  buying bread from my local Cob’s Bread. They have amazing bread but it’s not the same as baking my own.

I really have no excuse, baking with the bread machine is one of the easiest and uncomplicated tasks there is. I’ve decided to use this post as motivation to start making bread again.

Raisin Bread

I tried my perfected modified quick go-to wheat bran raisin bread.

Flour

I normally use whole wheat flour and a cup of white flour to counter the denseness but I’m all out of wheat flour.

Olive Oil

I use olive oil instead of butter because of the whole “I don’t eat dairy products” business

Almond Milk Almond Milk Measured

Ditto for almond milk – I use about a cup and the half  (eyeballed) to about four cups flour.

Wheat Bran

A cup of wheat bran to make it a ‘wheat bran raisin loaf’

Nutmeg Grated Almond Essence

Nutmeg and almond extract gives it that nutty aromatic flavour

Yeast Manuka Honey

Yeast, honey and a bit of salt to finish it off.

It’s pretty important to follow the machine instructions.

After many disastrous experiments, I’ve come to realize (of course I could have easily read this in any baking book) that baking is a science, you just need to know the right flour to water to yeast to salt ratio

Going in

My machine recommends putting in wet ingredients before dry ingredients, so here the almond milk, honey and oil goes in first, then I throw in the nutmeg, sometimes I add the nutmeg after I’ve added the flour but I have this thing about the yeast and nutmeg touching.

Start

It’s all in and the machine gets to work.

Mixing

Here’s my dough kneading away, I normally do a quick check here to see if I need to add more water or flour.

Raisins Kneading

Raisins are added when the machine prompts, and it folds it in perfectly!

Baking, almost done

After a long nap, I come to check on my bread and it’s almost done.

Raisin Bread

It turns out a simple chewy perfect loaf every time.

The End

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Growing Food


In keeping with the last post’s theme, I’m talking about the weather again today.

The crazy record heat wave is killing my poor plants. Those little babies don’t stand a chance and I’m beginning to feel like I failed.

Tomato

This year I’m growing tomatoes, cauliflower, bell peppers and cucumbers – yes all on my small balcony; it does make for a pretty and calming atmosphere.

I guess I’m inherently predisposed to grow things, I come from a long line of farmers and I technically spent a fair bit of my childhood on a farm.

My mom said they tried to grow grapes on the ‘farm’ one year, they were very hopeful until it grew into an overgrown bush that hardly bore any fruit and then it dried up and died a few years later. Her excuse is that they didn’t have Google back then, they may have gotten the soil’s PH wrong, the climate didn’t help and there may have been some over pruning issues.

I sometimes feel like my parents when I try my hand at gardening, it’s as if I’m supposed to do it but I may not be necessarily good at it. The good thing is I know my limitations enough not to want to quit my day job to become a farmer.

Grow

I have a beautiful coleus plant that thrives in spite of everything, and a cypress plant that would probably outlive me.

Last year, I had a got a few tomatoes for my troubles. This year I’m hoping the heat would let up and I get a few more exciting crops.

I’d hate to have to give up.

The Nelson Park community garden is awesome and I’ve been thinking about putting my name on a waitlist for a plot.

Here are a few pictures from the lovely garden – enjoy!

Garten House

Poppy Bulb

Sunflower Wilting

Bulb

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On going back home


“They” say “you can always go home”, they are probably right as that’s one of my favourite sayings.  Except sometimes it’s not that easy, sometimes you simply can’t go back home because you have no home to go back to.

Maybe I misunderstand the concept of home; is it the house you grew up in, a place where family lives or that place where you feel you belong?

The house I “grew” up in technically doesn’t exist, I can’t pinpoint a specific location where family is and I certainly don’t feel like I belong in that place where I’m supposed to belong.

I’ve rediscovered a lot of great old friends lately; and some that I would have liked to remain undiscovered, some remind me of home. A home I sometimes desperately want to forget.Humans... make memories

My friend D is a believer in recreating good memories out of the bad – I don’t always quite understand how that works. Returning to the place of bad memories to rebuild happier ones seems like something that only works in theory.

There’s also a saying about home being where the heart is, my heart is in a rickety house off the beaten path few kilometres from the most glorious beach in the world on a very remote island, but that’s not really my home.

I have a thing (with songs) where certain songs are linked to certain memories so hearing these particular songs will take me back to these instances in my life. Sometimes when the memories are unpleasant I play the song over and over again until get through the emotions of that difficult time. I’m a big proponent for working through emotions; I never been one to sweep the ugliness of the past away and pretend it never happened – I don’t have the luxury of doing that for the sake of my sanity. But there are days when I tend to look back on the past as if it were someone else’s life or a dream.

Sometimes I imagine going back “home” to live happier memories, it would probably be easy but then I consider how true it is when they also say: “Humans, not places make memories”.

My co-worker’s son left for Ghana yesterday, I’m afraid I might have convinced him to go to a place that only exists in my head. I spoke from happier memories, of a place that I never got a chance to get to know. Of a culture that I only understood as an adult, and a people with an overwhelming pride in their heritage.

Maybe I’ve read too much into this home business than it really is.

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