The food I grew up on was anything but exotic. When people here ask me “So what is typical Canadian food?” I hesitate. “Um… we use a lot of potatoes?” Which I know is a lame response, but if I describe the food Canadians eat, I know the answers I’ll get.… continue reading
Growing up I kept a diary. (Predictable! *cough*) It was filled with the usual dramatic self-searching common to a lot of young girl’s diaries. Also included were things like, “I really wish daddy would take pity on Black Beauty. That’s what I named the poor barn cat who isn’t even allowed in the house.… continue reading
This is not a monumental thing by any means. My roommate once caught me crying at a burger commercial. Something about a mama burger, a papa burger, and … well you know what, it’s not important but dang that commercial tugged at my sensitive heart strings and wouldn’t let go.… continue reading
We take a break from our not-so-regularly scheduled programming to bring you…
Julie Andrews and the Von Trapp children?
Well not exactly. They have, however, inspired me to root through my pantry and share a few of my favorite things. Even if the dog doesn’t bite, and the bee doesn’t sting, it still does some good to dig around in what you have and think about why you love it so much.… continue reading
Do y’all remember this? I don’t know why I just said “y’all”… I never say “y’all” in real life. I’m from Eastern Canada, for crying out loud. But anyway it just feels right in the moment so I’m sticking with it.… continue reading
It’s a funny thing, having a blog. When things come up in your life, days slip by and eventually so much time passes that you have no idea what to write about and you feel as though when you do finally write something, it ought to be profoundly compelling.… continue reading