Like all good things, my summer vacation came to an end with a return to school last week. I was funemployed for the first couple months of the summer, and for the first time in a long time had (almost) zero commitments. It felt a little weird at first: no set schedule, no job (no pay-cheque) and no classes, but I adjusted pretty quickly…it was glorious. I decided to fill some of my free time with a class (couldn’t resist some kind of organized activity, I guess.), and signed up for a beginner photography class at SPAO. Ever since starting this little blah-blah-blahg of mine, I’ve wanted to set some time aside to properly figure out what I’m doing with a my camera, and this summer seemed like as good a time as any to get the basics under my belt. I’m still learning (but when aren’t we?), and I don’t think I’ll ever call myself a photographer, but hopefully the quality keeps improving around here. My favourite aspect of the class was that it set aside some time to go out into the world with the sole intention of taking pictures. This meant tinkering around with my camera of course, but it also meant that I got to enjoy even more of Ottawa’s summer beauty through my lens. I took an awful lot of pictures of flowers. And Dunlop. Flowers and Dunlop together! And food, of course. Click to continue reading
Initially I resented this field course popping up at the end of my summer. It was a mandatory nine day class in the boonies of Ontario. But with such a fun group of classmates (and profs, too!), we managed to fit in a lot of fun between the lab and the field work. There were marshmallows and camp fires, sunny days, mice in our cabins, canoes on the lake, and (maybe too many) beers. We bushwacked, barbecued, and battled leaches. It was full of late nights and early mornings; I came home exhausted, bug bitten and bruised…and wishing that I could have stayed by the lake a little longer. Cheers enviro sci kids, and thanks for all the fish.
For a day while I was in Edinburgh, I got out of my hostess Sara’s hair so that she could finish writing her term paper and met my babysitter Louise. Click to continue reading
Is it lame to blog about travels that happened ages ago? I’m going to hope not. (#tbt is all over my Instagram feed, does it exist in the blogosphere as well? Let’s pretend it does. Sidebar: apparently there are rules for #tbt! In case you didn’t know…)
A while ago, I went to Bangladesh. A while after that a friend asked me to guest post about that trip on her blog. It took me a while to write said post, and by then her blog was no longer. I’ve mentioned that trip here before briefly.To continue my preamble: continue reading…
Knowing me as well as she does, Laura made breakfast our first order of business after I arrived in Kingston. Having taken a 6:30am train from the mess that is Union Station in Toronto, I was thrilled to get caffeinated and fed on the patio at Pan Chancho. I’ve been to Kingston several times, but it was my first time visiting since my friends had finished school at Queen’s and it was my first time seeing lovely nurse Laura in her ‘adult’ life– it might have also been the first time our visit didn’t involve dancing the night away at one of Kingston’s fine bars and spending the rest of our time recovering. We must be getting a little wiser.
There wasn’t a whole lot going on in town, so we picked a couple recipes from the Oh She Glows cookbook, headed out to do groceries and spent the afternoon catching up while cooking. It was so nice to just be in the kitchen chatting, accompanied by Laura’s adorable cat (named Dwight, as in Schrute Farms) and good music (or a new guilty pleasure by J. Lo). After a grey morning, Kingston gifted us with a perfect summer evening, so we took our feast down to the harbour for a picnic.We made most of the next morning’s breakfast before heading out to see a movie (I think we were feeling pretty organized). After waking up around 6am with Dwight on my legs (turns out I’m a scaredy cat and was afraid to move him off me), I fell back asleep and woke up way later to see Continue reading…
It was an exciting time for Canadian tennis at Wimbledon this year. With Milos Raonic and Eugenie Bouchard getting close to glory in the singles draws, Daniel Nestor (an unsung hero in Canadian tennis, I think) making it to the semi-finals with his partner in the mixed doubles, and Vasek Pospisil making up one half of the winning men’s doubles team, we had a lot to cheer about. (And with the World Cup on at the same time, there might have been a couple days that were spent almost entirely switching the channel between soccer in Brazil and tennis in England. The most wonderful time of the year.)
Federer and Djokovic delivered a tight and entertaining final. Poor Dunlop (our poodle – yes, named after the tennis ball brand) kept having his morning nap interrupted by our cheering and gasps as we watched the game. I’ve been a Federer fan ever since I started paying attention to tennis, so the end result was a bit of a heartbreaker, but Djokovic is so great to watch as well that I was just happy it went to five sets. Yay for tennis!No Wimbledon breakfast would be complete sans-strawberries. I made tiny strawberries and cream scones à la Joy the Baker, and the simplest strawberry jam à la Marilou (I’ve translated her recipe at the end of the post). I also made blueberry lemon scones. Coincidentally, when I posted about Wimbledon two years ago (two years! what?! I remember writing that post from my office cubicle at the time…oops!), I posted a recipe for blueberry buttermilk scones — maybe next time I’ll branch out. Let’s pretend blueberries are a Wimbledon tradition, too. Continue reading…
Here is my birthday gift to you: watermelon in the shape of maple leaves. Soaked in rum (mojito!! or not, for a version sans-booze). Stuck on a Popsicle stick and frozen for your patriotic enjoyment. Watermelon might not be Canadian, but that shape certainly is, and I’m pretty sure day drinking might be too…eh? Click to read on!