It was fun waking up to our first day with Yurithis morning. He energetically pushed a chair around while
Bill steered it, helped Kay get organized in our guest room, and
really enjoyed lunch.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 4, 2011
First Luncheon on the deck (March 31st)
There was an ever-so-brief window of warmer weather and sunshine last Thursday, so I surprised Janice by setting up lunch on the protected back deck. It was windy, and within an hour or so the good weather moved to gladden hearts elsewhere. This is our usual lunch: homemade soup (my chicken broth with an onion and noodles), sliced cold veggies, bread, jam, peanut butter (the sole reason I eat carrots and celery). Simple.
The card table and chairs were our wedding presents from Janice's parents nearly 46 years ago. We resolutely keep using them, though each table leg requires that final extension once the table is in position. The table cloth is a gift from our wonderful cleaning lady/friend, the grape trellis (above) was built by Aaron and me, the deck by Sig and his late son (and me), the garage is a pull-down for sure, and Janice is trying to keep the table cloth from blowing off.
The card table and chairs were our wedding presents from Janice's parents nearly 46 years ago. We resolutely keep using them, though each table leg requires that final extension once the table is in position. The table cloth is a gift from our wonderful cleaning lady/friend, the grape trellis (above) was built by Aaron and me, the deck by Sig and his late son (and me), the garage is a pull-down for sure, and Janice is trying to keep the table cloth from blowing off.
Mar 29, 2011
Bonkers' Vigil
While cleaning up some of my photo library I came across this shot taken from a bedroom window four weeks ago. It's Bonkers sitting in the boat seeming to know there will be NO fish head treats until this darn snow is gone!
Mar 26, 2011
My Favorite Asian Grocery
This is my "go to" store for all things Asian. The first time I went in I was searching for fresh lemongrass, found it and discovered that there was a bakery on the premises that made both roasted pork and sweet bean bows not to mention coconut pie. I've come to know the place pretty well by now and go there nearly every week as it's the best place for super fresh inexpensive fruit and veggies and they have so many different kinds of frozen dumplings and dim sum to choose from it's staggering. I still don't know what half of the items are as many of them have no English labels. Sometimes I can kind of tell what something might be but not whether it is mind numbingly hot tasting or not! Drop by our place in Bayside and if you like, I'll take you on a tour of the store.
The duck I was telling Paul about...
thirty four in each layer
What am I?
Lots and lots of greens
Dried Fungi
Jelly Anyone?
Garlic
Everything but the Squeal
Seafood
The duck I was telling Paul about...
thirty four in each layer
These cookies must be very good!
Shellfish
Sauces and Dips
Black Chicken... go figure
Would anyone like a little egg for breakfast?
Fish Counter
Many, many dried mushrooms
Big Foot and Razor Clams
What am I?
Mar 10, 2011
Times to Remember
A dear old friend, Gary Lake, re-posted this video on Facebook. It is text only and doesn't need the music. I think it's better silent.
Click here, then click on the big black box, then click on the arrow to start it.
I like the part remembering when nobody was prettier than Mom. XOXO Mom!
I like the part remembering when nobody was prettier than Mom. XOXO Mom!
Feb 27, 2011
Crocuses in Back Yard on February 27
(I just couldn't resist sending these images. The snow will be gone tomorrow.)
Feb 18, 2011
Thursday Evening Scrabble at Evergreen
We were finally able to sit in briefly while Mother and Mabel were well into their second game of the evening. By the way, this is not just Scrabble, it is Competitive Scrabble.
We had told Mother that we likely could not get to Goshen before her bedtime, but traffic moved well, Delilah (our GPS) worked well, we skipped supper (well, some apples and nuts), and we arrived in time to see some of the second game.
We looked through the blinds, to see if Mother might still be playing. This is a study in concentration.
I managed a photo at the doorway.
Though we could never offer Mabelesque levels of competition to Mother, she did not hesitate to accept our offer of a game of Scrabble Sunday evening, Valentine's Day. We were of course reminded of the special day by a dinner in Evergreen which offered an excellent menu. And each time we knocked on Mother's door, we were greeted with Charlotte's special Valentine's Day card.
We played in the very peaceful card room. Almost nobody was around, so it was like being in our own private home.
My tiles were always easy to play: "That's 'Dinvr', as in Dinvr, Colorado."
Guess who's winning.
We had told Mother that we likely could not get to Goshen before her bedtime, but traffic moved well, Delilah (our GPS) worked well, we skipped supper (well, some apples and nuts), and we arrived in time to see some of the second game.
We looked through the blinds, to see if Mother might still be playing. This is a study in concentration.
I managed a photo at the doorway.
Though we could never offer Mabelesque levels of competition to Mother, she did not hesitate to accept our offer of a game of Scrabble Sunday evening, Valentine's Day. We were of course reminded of the special day by a dinner in Evergreen which offered an excellent menu. And each time we knocked on Mother's door, we were greeted with Charlotte's special Valentine's Day card.
We played in the very peaceful card room. Almost nobody was around, so it was like being in our own private home.
My tiles were always easy to play: "That's 'Dinvr', as in Dinvr, Colorado."
Guess who's winning.
Feb 13, 2011
Paul & Kay
A shot of the "Ohio Kreider's" to remind us that Spring & Summer really aren't that far away....
Winter in Kansas
Most all of us have been hit with the white stuff this Winter. This past week it was our turn.
Dec 27, 2010
Christmas in Vancouver, 2010
It is always exciting to add more place mats to our dining room table, and always just a bit sad to remove them later. We are now back to just two, but we have many happy memories of there being 3, 6 and even 7 mats positioned tightly at our little table.
It was a treat to have everybody here for Christmas Eve, Christmas and Boxing Day, three big Canadian holidays. The weather could not have been more soggy and wet, nor more grey. We kept assuring Julia that we really are surrounded by mountains, but none could be seen.
Aaron arrived Tuesday evening, looking fine for having just crossed the continent. On Wednesday, we visited the northern edge of Chinatown to stock up at Sunrise, our favourite green grocer on Gore. The selection and prices are the best in the city, far as I can tell, and their tofu is sold throughout the city. We had a substantial lunch at a new Chinese vegetarian restaurant on Main Street.
Aaron then started cooking in the kitchen in which, decades ago, Janice let him be involved as soon as he was able to reach the counter by standing on a chair unassisted. Here he is making a peanut sauce to go on some pot stickers (though I could be mistaken because by now our many meals are becoming a blur in my memory).
Stephen took Thursday off and Vivian got off work early, so they were here by late afternoon, in time to head off to the new and far larger Chinatown in Richmond, B.C. Each time they visit Vancouver, we have an all-you-can-eat sushi feast, turning the ordering chores over to Steve, who actually recalls some of the Japanese names for fish. There were also ample things for Aaron to eat.
Julia also worked on Thursday, and then headed to the airport for her long flight via Toronto. She arrived much later that evening, more like 2:00 Friday morning. Stephen, Vivian and Aaron wisely stayed up to meet her at the airport. I also intended to go, but wanted a cat nap first, so I set my phone alarm for 1:00 so that I would wake up in plenty of time, but alas, I set it for p.m. rather than a.m. and slept straight through. I only woke up when hearing people returning, so I was able to welcome an exhausted but happy Julia to our home.
Friday (the day of Christmas Eve) began with some stove top espresso coffee (even for Aaron), a whole bodum of decaf for Steve, lots of my home-grown mint tea for Vivian, rolls and breads Steve picked up at his favourite Vancouver French bakery, and fruits to ease the conscience.
Then we headed off to the Granville Island market, an obligatory stop for all tourists and serious cooks. Julia decided to take some B.C. salmon back to her roommates. This is packaged for travel and will satisfy customs in most countries.
One vendor was a great salesman, offering his various hot salsas: tomatillo, pineapple, mango, etc. We enjoyed sampling and figured they would be a nice addition to our growing list of Christmas appetizers.
Then the six of us continued riding in "Ruthie", Steve and Vivian's 1995 (?) Buick, to revisit the Sunrise grocery and vegetable store. It is bewildering to see so many many kinds of tofu (might not eight suffice?), mushrooms, and greens. They had the best selection of crisp apples we have seen this month.
Steve and Vivian kindly made dinner for us on Christmas Eve, featuring creamy polenta with their homemade tomato-mushroom(s)-basil etc topping, some Himalayan lamb sausages, a mushroom-sweet pepper dish, gigantic green salad, olives, fruits, etc.
Then the Scrabble commenced, which is when I usually quietly drift off. Friendly but competitive disputes over words could not possibly be solved by our ancient dictionaries (most of which are in other languages), so Julia turned to her trusty laptop to consult the latest official Scrabble Online dictionary.
I should have taken a better photo of the board but did not want to interrupt the concentration.
Meanwhile, I started making my Christmas Swedish tea ring dough in order to let it rise overnight. I got up a bit early (comparatively), finishing it with brown sugar, soaked raisins, walnuts, cinnamon and melted vegan margarine. I like to do all of this while playing some Christmas CDs quietly with the kitchen doors closed. This is my own time to remember songs from my youth. Steve is invariably the first to rise. He likes to find a Starbucks for his first decaf, and hopefully a newspaper, but Canada takes Christmas very seriously and there were no new newspapers to be found.
Julia picked up several pomegranates at the market and showed us how to extract the seeds without creating a mess. These crunchy seeds offer little explosions of flavour that go well with the tea ring.
Aaron showed Julia two of my photo annuals, another way to introduce her to a bit of his life in France and Vancouver.
I always like to see Vivian take a nap here, it means she is on holiday, relaxing, briefly crashing. Nobody reads newspapers quite like Steve.
For her contribution to Christmas dinner, Janice made each of us a small salade composée with greens from her winter garden.
Our friend Harold joined us for the Christmas feast, which had quite a few non-traditional dishes. I remember Julia's stuffed portobello mushrooms, Aaron's tofu and his dumplings made from scratch with Asian bok choi. The Seattle crew brought various homemade pickles and pickled veggies, and added some fried polenta with mushroom topping. We also had baked yams and apples, peppernata, the 'Mennonite' cranberry/orange/apple relish (though with far less sugar), Vivian's roasted fennel, Aaron's roasted chestnuts, etc. We topped it off with a leisurely sampling of 7 different chocolates selected by Aaron.
The next day, Hans joined us for our Boxing Day feast, but I was a bit under the weather and now see that I neglected to take any pictures. Using Steve's and Vivian's homemade sauerkraut, I made a traditional Alsatian choucroute with smoked pork chops, "Mennonite" sausage, juniper berries, Riesling and bay leaves in the afternoon while the youngsters went hiking and then played some disc golf. Their new way of making and canning sauerkraut is a winner, so I am thinking we may need to pay a visit and can some for ourselves during cabbage season. I also made my tarte tatin.
Boxing Day concluded with another game, Settlers, I believe, but it was my turn to go to bed early. In the photo you can see Steve's decaf, Vivian's sparkling water (they brought and finished off a whole case), and expressions of deep concentration. Janice tells me that she lost each and every game but enjoyed the competitiveness and interactions.
This morning, Steve and Vivian rose early (5:15), had a quick breakfast (which for Vivian was still more choucroute) and drove straight to Seattle and to their respective jobs. The Philadelphia crew then had breakfast with us (oatmeal with lots of nuts, etc., and I juiced the rest of the oranges). We checked flight plans one more time, and were at the airport by 9:15 a.m. Philadelphia just had its first major snowstorm of the season, so there were canceled flights on Boxing Day, surely a peak day for travel. But Aaron and Julia are experienced travelers and young enough to go with the flow.
So now, it's back to two rather lonely-looking place mats . . . .
It was a treat to have everybody here for Christmas Eve, Christmas and Boxing Day, three big Canadian holidays. The weather could not have been more soggy and wet, nor more grey. We kept assuring Julia that we really are surrounded by mountains, but none could be seen.
Aaron arrived Tuesday evening, looking fine for having just crossed the continent. On Wednesday, we visited the northern edge of Chinatown to stock up at Sunrise, our favourite green grocer on Gore. The selection and prices are the best in the city, far as I can tell, and their tofu is sold throughout the city. We had a substantial lunch at a new Chinese vegetarian restaurant on Main Street.
Aaron then started cooking in the kitchen in which, decades ago, Janice let him be involved as soon as he was able to reach the counter by standing on a chair unassisted. Here he is making a peanut sauce to go on some pot stickers (though I could be mistaken because by now our many meals are becoming a blur in my memory).
Stephen took Thursday off and Vivian got off work early, so they were here by late afternoon, in time to head off to the new and far larger Chinatown in Richmond, B.C. Each time they visit Vancouver, we have an all-you-can-eat sushi feast, turning the ordering chores over to Steve, who actually recalls some of the Japanese names for fish. There were also ample things for Aaron to eat.
Julia also worked on Thursday, and then headed to the airport for her long flight via Toronto. She arrived much later that evening, more like 2:00 Friday morning. Stephen, Vivian and Aaron wisely stayed up to meet her at the airport. I also intended to go, but wanted a cat nap first, so I set my phone alarm for 1:00 so that I would wake up in plenty of time, but alas, I set it for p.m. rather than a.m. and slept straight through. I only woke up when hearing people returning, so I was able to welcome an exhausted but happy Julia to our home.
Friday (the day of Christmas Eve) began with some stove top espresso coffee (even for Aaron), a whole bodum of decaf for Steve, lots of my home-grown mint tea for Vivian, rolls and breads Steve picked up at his favourite Vancouver French bakery, and fruits to ease the conscience.
Then we headed off to the Granville Island market, an obligatory stop for all tourists and serious cooks. Julia decided to take some B.C. salmon back to her roommates. This is packaged for travel and will satisfy customs in most countries.
One vendor was a great salesman, offering his various hot salsas: tomatillo, pineapple, mango, etc. We enjoyed sampling and figured they would be a nice addition to our growing list of Christmas appetizers.
Then the six of us continued riding in "Ruthie", Steve and Vivian's 1995 (?) Buick, to revisit the Sunrise grocery and vegetable store. It is bewildering to see so many many kinds of tofu (might not eight suffice?), mushrooms, and greens. They had the best selection of crisp apples we have seen this month.
Steve and Vivian kindly made dinner for us on Christmas Eve, featuring creamy polenta with their homemade tomato-mushroom(s)-basil etc topping, some Himalayan lamb sausages, a mushroom-sweet pepper dish, gigantic green salad, olives, fruits, etc.
Then the Scrabble commenced, which is when I usually quietly drift off. Friendly but competitive disputes over words could not possibly be solved by our ancient dictionaries (most of which are in other languages), so Julia turned to her trusty laptop to consult the latest official Scrabble Online dictionary.
I should have taken a better photo of the board but did not want to interrupt the concentration.
Meanwhile, I started making my Christmas Swedish tea ring dough in order to let it rise overnight. I got up a bit early (comparatively), finishing it with brown sugar, soaked raisins, walnuts, cinnamon and melted vegan margarine. I like to do all of this while playing some Christmas CDs quietly with the kitchen doors closed. This is my own time to remember songs from my youth. Steve is invariably the first to rise. He likes to find a Starbucks for his first decaf, and hopefully a newspaper, but Canada takes Christmas very seriously and there were no new newspapers to be found.
Julia picked up several pomegranates at the market and showed us how to extract the seeds without creating a mess. These crunchy seeds offer little explosions of flavour that go well with the tea ring.
Aaron showed Julia two of my photo annuals, another way to introduce her to a bit of his life in France and Vancouver.
I always like to see Vivian take a nap here, it means she is on holiday, relaxing, briefly crashing. Nobody reads newspapers quite like Steve.
For her contribution to Christmas dinner, Janice made each of us a small salade composée with greens from her winter garden.
Our friend Harold joined us for the Christmas feast, which had quite a few non-traditional dishes. I remember Julia's stuffed portobello mushrooms, Aaron's tofu and his dumplings made from scratch with Asian bok choi. The Seattle crew brought various homemade pickles and pickled veggies, and added some fried polenta with mushroom topping. We also had baked yams and apples, peppernata, the 'Mennonite' cranberry/orange/apple relish (though with far less sugar), Vivian's roasted fennel, Aaron's roasted chestnuts, etc. We topped it off with a leisurely sampling of 7 different chocolates selected by Aaron.
The next day, Hans joined us for our Boxing Day feast, but I was a bit under the weather and now see that I neglected to take any pictures. Using Steve's and Vivian's homemade sauerkraut, I made a traditional Alsatian choucroute with smoked pork chops, "Mennonite" sausage, juniper berries, Riesling and bay leaves in the afternoon while the youngsters went hiking and then played some disc golf. Their new way of making and canning sauerkraut is a winner, so I am thinking we may need to pay a visit and can some for ourselves during cabbage season. I also made my tarte tatin.
Boxing Day concluded with another game, Settlers, I believe, but it was my turn to go to bed early. In the photo you can see Steve's decaf, Vivian's sparkling water (they brought and finished off a whole case), and expressions of deep concentration. Janice tells me that she lost each and every game but enjoyed the competitiveness and interactions.
This morning, Steve and Vivian rose early (5:15), had a quick breakfast (which for Vivian was still more choucroute) and drove straight to Seattle and to their respective jobs. The Philadelphia crew then had breakfast with us (oatmeal with lots of nuts, etc., and I juiced the rest of the oranges). We checked flight plans one more time, and were at the airport by 9:15 a.m. Philadelphia just had its first major snowstorm of the season, so there were canceled flights on Boxing Day, surely a peak day for travel. But Aaron and Julia are experienced travelers and young enough to go with the flow.
So now, it's back to two rather lonely-looking place mats . . . .
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