Friday, February 15, 2013

Damn Sight

Neighbour's uninhabited farmyard
Snorking back some oatmeal made with sunflower and flax seeds for breakfast. And honey and cinnamon. I should live forever, eating this way.

Then it's off to the north country (small city of Tisdale, home of comedian Brent Butt of Corner Gas fame) for the biennial eye exams.

Emil: "I don't want to go. They might say I need glasses."

Last time we went, the optometrist let him throw out his glasses, which he'd been wearing since he was in elementary school. Now, as then, to read he cocks his head to the side and puts the book right up to his face. Tell me how it's possible he doesn't need glasses?

"As long as he doesn't develop headaches, he doesn't really need them," she said, pleasing Emil no end.

It makes no sense to me.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Early Bird Gets Worm

Breaking trail

A rare day when the wind has blown snow enough — or no vehicle has yet driven down our road (there are only two households living on it) — that there are no other tracks but ours.

Some interesting programs on the Sundance Channel have kept me up later than usual tonight. A documentary about writer Christopher Isherwood and his partner and junior by 30 years, painter Don Bachardy. And a documentary about Rothschild heiress Nica and her long friendship with musician Thelonious Monk. I don't care for the style of jazz they loved, but as always I am interested in the human stories.

Then I had some last-minute work come in and since it's time-sensitive and I'll be away a good part of tomorrow, I've stood here for the past 15 minutes to get it done.

How will I ever become an early riser if I don't start getting to bed by 9?

Love Stuff




Tuesday, February 12, 2013

What 104 Looks Like

Scott with his Grandma Lowndes, who recently turned 104.

A while ago Grandma decided she didn't want to cook anymore but could remain in her home if family members would take turns bringing supper to her each night. She has four adult children and five grown grandchildren living within a distance of 20 miles, so between them a hot meal is delivered each evening and Grandma has company at her table. The Meals on Wheels program delivers hot food for her lunches.

Scott took his turn on Saturday and I went along. We stopped at the Co-op store and picked up sausages and frozen perogies, and he boiled 'em all up in her kitchen.

I made the darjeeling tea, which Scott's sister Tanya brought back from India when she visited there last year with another sister, Lynn.

Joni's Kitchen



A song reviled by many Joni Mitchell fans, actually ...
Yes, that's Billy Idol singing backup vocals.

I don't know about you, but I love getting a glimpse into someone else's home.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Daily Bread

Yes, this bread really contains 100% whole wheat flour. NO white. 

My niece Cara has been struggling with her whole wheat bread, which turns out like little bricks. I can't figure it out: I've told her everything I know, already, and her mom is a baking wizard and can do anything I can do, better.

Cara cannot believe things need to be done so differently.

You have to knead a batch of whole wheat bread dough for 15 minutes. Not a minute less. Put on some good radio, and set a timer.

Bakers of white bread add flour as they're kneading.
If you do that with whole wheat flour, your dough won't all be kneaded long enough to develop the gluten (or whatever the science is), and won't rise well.
You have to let it be sticky and just keep kneading until it gets to the point where it becomes smooth and supple and not sticky. It will.

When you shape the loaves, you don't do it on a floured board.
You put a container of lukewarm water on the counter, and dip your hands into it for handling the dough and on the countertop so that the dough won't stick.

"You can't do that!" my mom said.

It's what I do, thanks to a tip in a book given to me by my aunt, Reta.
The Laurel's Kitchen Bread Book, by Laurel Robertson.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Horseshoe Puzzle

First you must figure out how to get the ring off the horseshoes.

Grandpa B gave me this puzzle, which I keep in the livingroom to occupy the hands of our company.

My smartphone just whistled.

Are you calling me ee ee ee ee ee?

Then you have to figure out how to get the ring back on.



We are enjoying a lazy morning in our pyjamas. Scott is on the laptop in the livingroom, surfing for info about and pictures of martens and fishers. He's made two pots of coffee this morning and I've toasted my famous sunflower bread and served it buttered. And thus should Sunday mornings be.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Snow in Tucson

This painting welcomes visitors to our house.

We have a new email for Joanne's blog. Yay!
CLICK HERE to see what she has to say.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Happy Birthday Ms Ritchie



Bread dough's a-risin' and I'm about to spend an hour with the laptop.
Wish you were here ... Happy Birthday Ms Ritchie.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The World is Not a Wish-granting Factory


The title is a quote from The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green.

It's written from the perspective of a teenage girl with terminal cancer.
Besides the suffering of physical deterioration and treatment, there is anguish a dying person feels because her condition is causing pain to her loved ones now and will do so after her passing.

Here at Golden Grain Farm we have lost three of our barn cats to the cruel seduction of the half-ton motor. To partake of the warmth of a recently turned-off engine, cats will climb up under the hood and when the vehicle is started again ... chop chop. Or if the fan doesn't get them, they jump down -- right in front of the moving front tire.

Maybe now we'll start remembering to honk the horn a few times before turning that ignition key.

Lest ye think it no matter, because there remain four felines: Not the case. We are fond of all the cats, sweethearts every one, and tears of regret were shed over each of the three. Bimbo (last year's kitten), Carsten (orange shorthair this spring's litters), Cookie (also in this year's litters, he was a black persian with a lion's mane of white undertones; gorgeous boy): We'll Remember You.

Tears of a very different kind have been shed after receiving the horrible news that a local man has died in a house fire. I can't even find words to say. It's an awful thing.

The world surely is not a wish-granting factory.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Taking Orders

My "famous" 100% wholewheat sunflower bread

Some days the bread rises and comes out of the oven so perfectly that I'm amazed and delighted. This is one of those days. See photo; imagine slathering a hot crust with butter, as I did for lunch. (Phone me to order a batch for your house.)

Yesterday I baked honey-oatmeal bread to fill an order, and the turnout was disappointing. Edible — it's always edible — but the crust tore and the rise wasn't as high as usual. The only difference besides the two recipes themselves was the freshness of the flour used today; it had been purchased more recently.

It's a mystery, really, but I'm tempted to make another batch tomorrow with this same bag of flour, and see what happens. With whole wheat bread-baking, fresh flour is essential to a satisfying rise.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

How To Treat Your Dog


The wind creates such wild patterns in the snow.

On the radio they're saying not to take your dog for even a 15-minute walk today, because the minus-40s wind may freeze their tender parts, like ears and noses.

I wonder if this can be true about farm dogs that are accustomed to living outdoors. I guess even they wisely seek shelter from the wind when there isn't some two-legged creature to accompany down the road.

In the cities, they are rescuing (i.e. taking, and then fining owners before they can get their pets back) dogs left out in people's yards for more than 15 minutes.

It makes sense that dogs living inside the house can't cope with this weather and shouldn't be left outside for any length of time.

But the outside dog? We let her into the porch on very cold nights, and turn the heater right down so it's not too warm in there, but the consequence still is that her fur starts falling out in clumps. The result is that she's less able to stay warm in the cold weather.

We seem to screw her up when we try to be kind.

A lot of what I hear on the radio is what I call "half" knowledge. It's half the story, told as if it's the whole story.

Jenna, the border collie that is some 12 years old, came with me yesterday afternoon. She is, as Scott says, "fat as a tick" and as hairy as a woolly mammoth:


Little Ducky the Deerfaced Chihuahua got to the end of the driveway and then hunkered down in the snow to keep his legs and belly warm, like wild deer do to conserve heat. I picked him up and carried him back to the house. Sucky Ducky.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Thirty Below

Our house is in the trees on the left.

My dogs and I will be walking to the end of the driveway and back, probably.
I'm ready to go: have spent an hour at the computer, eaten pancakes for breakfast, done the dishes, washed and dressed, made the dentist appointment I've been putting off, and now ... yonder the great outdoors for fresh air and sunlight. If it kills me.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Nose to Grindstone


Two more hours to work. Can't chat. But:
Beautiful soft grey-white walk earlier this afternoon.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Young Fiz

Young Fiz
It's tiny, but I got such a kick out of it I have to put it here for you, Maggie ... maybe the only other person I know who watches Coronation Street and reads this blog from time to time.

Wasn't she cute?

Spotted it on one of the Corrie webpages, the Canadian one I think it was.
I haven't been watching the show much lately — who has time for TV? Not me. At least, not much.
There may be plenty of good shows (that is, if the frequency and repetitiveness of commercials didn't spoil them), but I don't want to sit there long enough to watch them.

I'd rather be reading.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Friday Off

A favourite corner of the living room


I am going from room to room, starting one thing, seeing another, picking something else up, and so on. At this rate I won't finish making the bed or getting dressed or checking my bank account for a recent deposit, or ... anything ... till this afternoon. I've left the bedroom half-together — went to the linen closet to exchange one wool blanket for another, saw an afghan Grandma made and brought it into the office, figured I'd check the morning mail, and here I still am! in my soft green housecoat ... but so much to do, never enough time! With patient attention I hope to feel otherwise about that someday. I refuse to live a life of rushing around. Yet I do it to myself anyway.

Breathe, Kathy, breathe ....

For a while there I was giving myself Fridays off.  A lovely leisurely day to bath, bake bread, go to town for Emil and get groceries for the coming week. I was living the life of luxury. Now I have some work that is time-sensitive and will probably need to be done (at least some of it will) on Fridays. So this is a "school day" after all. My schedule is always changing, it seems. When spring weather comes, I wonder how I'll manage to keep my nose to the grindstone indoors.

^~^ If you like the painting above, go have a look at Wendy Klein's gallery: CLICK HERE. Wish I had the wall space to bring home quite a few. Alas ... but she sells them as greeting cards too, which is so smart. They do give the recipient a lift.




Thursday, January 24, 2013

Venturing Out

Late Afternoon

It was a working day, and a cold one, but I girded up and went out anyway after my work was done. This is the first time this winter my fingers have come in stinging after my mitts were off just a few moments to take this picture from the back step. The birdfeeders needed refilling (lawdamighty dem boids kin eat) and the cats' water dish was buried under a deep mound of fresh snow and had to be shoveled out. Then they drank like it was the elixir of life.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Deep Freeze


To gaze through the window at this peaceful scene, you'd never guess that it was 31-below last night.