Saturday, July 02, 2011
Alberta Weather
I chuckled when I came across this image the other day, and had to share, since it's definitely a rather accurate depiction of weather here in Alberta (except we might get even less summer than that! I was just talking to my dad about a favorite hiking spot the other day, and we decided it wouldn't even be worth trying to get there until mid-July, because snow melt is at least two weeks behind this year, and the altitude there is so high that it won't likely even be accessible before then.)
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Friday, July 01, 2011
Daily 5 - Year 2, Day 319
Today's Daily 5:
- sleeping in, compensating for what has become a routine of late nights and crazy dreams
- spending the afternoon hanging out with my mom
- making mango chicken wraps for dinner, with herbs from my garden
- waking up smiling, thinking about the refreshing time and laughter from house church last night
- catching up some television viewing online
Chocolate and Berries
A couple weeks ago, while my parents were away, and I was housesitting and had the run of a full-sized, well-equipped kitchen, I decided to do a bit of culinary experimentation. One of the things I made was chocolate dipped and filled strawberries, and another was chocolate filled raspberries. They were pretty much fantastic.
I created an improvised double-boiler of sorts, and melted a combination of semi-sweet bakers chocolate and milk chocolate chips, then, after dipping the the cored strawberries, put the remainder of the chocolate into a ziploc bag, cut a corner off the bag, and used it as a piping bag of sorts. I filled the space created by the removal of the strawberry cores, and the inside of the raspberries with the chocolate mixture, and then put them in the refrigerator for the chocolate to cool and set. I served them with whipped cream, and they were fabulous! Totally a treat that I would repeat, though finicky and just a bit time consuming.
I created an improvised double-boiler of sorts, and melted a combination of semi-sweet bakers chocolate and milk chocolate chips, then, after dipping the the cored strawberries, put the remainder of the chocolate into a ziploc bag, cut a corner off the bag, and used it as a piping bag of sorts. I filled the space created by the removal of the strawberry cores, and the inside of the raspberries with the chocolate mixture, and then put them in the refrigerator for the chocolate to cool and set. I served them with whipped cream, and they were fabulous! Totally a treat that I would repeat, though finicky and just a bit time consuming.
Daily 5 - Year 2, Day 318
Today's Daily 5:
- 3 hours spent quietly bus reading
- the last piece of string cheese from Wisconsin
- a berry almond chicken salad from Wendy's for lunch
- an invitation to share dinner with friends from house church
- an evening at house church that was refreshing and encouraging in much needed ways
Thursday, June 30, 2011
You Ask, I Answer, Take 6
Today's You Ask, I Answer Question is from Jenny in Australia, a long-time reader of the blog. She asked:
Yikes! Another good question!
My first overseas trip happened when I was just a baby. My parents led a short term summer team to Peru in 1984, and took me, their blond haired, blue-eyed baby with them to Latin America, where I celebrated my first birthday. I'm no longer either blond haired or blue eyed (that had all changed by my third birthday to my current light brown hair and hazel eyes), and I don't have memories of that trip particularly, but to this day I have a deep love of the Spanish language and Latin culture, and I maintain that it is from having my unconscious immersed in it at such a young age.
I've traveled extensively in the United States and Canada (I've visited about 27 of the 50 states, and all 10 Canadian provinces), but my first non North American trip happened in my early twenties, just after graduating from university. I joined a team of young adults and teenagers and traveled by bus from my hometown to Juarez, Mexico. We worked on a building project in a colonia in Juarez, and did a bit of outreach in the colonia as well. The moments I remember most from that trip are incredibly varied. I remember being in a stuffy room, late into the evening, playing with small children, using my limited Spanish to help them with a craft, asking their names, ages, and what color paper pieces they wanted to use. I remember the sign in the bathroom of the school we were staying in, reminding us that absolutely NO toilet paper should be flushed down the toilet. I remember being absolutely coated, head to toe, in sand and dirt, after days spent shoveling sand and mixing concrete in a desert on the edge of a dump of sorts, in the midst of windstorms. And I remember wandering through the market on our last day, choosing souvenirs, and then simply sitting with a few good friends, eating fabulous chips and salsa (is there anything so tasty as Mexican food?), soaking in the color, the culture, the language, and thinking that I could happily spend the remainder of my life absorbing and experiencing the beauty of other cultures.
My next overseas trip was three years ago, to Malta, Rome, and London. It was a trip I'd dreamed about, having studied European history in university, and was full of unexpected things. From that trip I'll never forget touring the Maltese President's winter palace (thanks to a connection with someone who was part of the Presidential guard), eating pastizzi at the city gates of Valletta and rabbit stew (another Maltese delicacy) at the home of a friend (incidentally, the pastizzi, both the pea version and the ricotta version, I loved, the rabbit stew, well, it was mostly just memorable!). I remember the beauty of the Mediterranean, and visiting the ruins of some of the oldest freestanding temples in the world. I'll never forget the majesty of St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, and taking part in an Ash Wednesday mass there. I'll never forget the view from the top of the Basilica, looking down over the square, and the private Vatican gardens. I'll never forget the Sistine Chapel, and simply soaking in the atmosphere of a place so truly ancient, a place full of beauty and history. And OH. MY. GOODNESS. You haven't had hot chocolate until you've had the stuff they serve in the little piazza cafes in Rome! It's thick and rich, and topped with whipped cream if you want it, and truly amazing. I don't drink hot chocolate very much in North America, but in Rome, it was divine! From London, where we only had a few days, I'll not forget the simplest of things, sitting on the steps of the British Museum, alone with my thoughts and journal for the first time in weeks as I waited for a friend, taking time to think and pray and write.
Just writing all of this has ignited the travel bug again! That feeling from the market cafe in Mexico persists for me - I could happily spend much of the rest of my life traveling and absorbing the beauty of culture. Cultural differences fascinate me - I'm continually aware of them, whether I'm simply in Chinatown here in Calgary, traveling in the United States, or on a different continent entirely. The diversity and richness of culture and language speaks deeply to my heart and moves me to pray, to write, to read, to think and to create in ways that very few other things can.
Okay! So, there's another answer! Thanks for the great question, Jenny! Are there more specific questions I can answer? About this topic or anything else? Leave them in the comments or send me an email (I've recently updated my profile so that there is an email address there again!). I'll add them to my list!
Overseas travel - what inspired you the most - sights, sounds, smells?
Yikes! Another good question!
My first overseas trip happened when I was just a baby. My parents led a short term summer team to Peru in 1984, and took me, their blond haired, blue-eyed baby with them to Latin America, where I celebrated my first birthday. I'm no longer either blond haired or blue eyed (that had all changed by my third birthday to my current light brown hair and hazel eyes), and I don't have memories of that trip particularly, but to this day I have a deep love of the Spanish language and Latin culture, and I maintain that it is from having my unconscious immersed in it at such a young age.
I've traveled extensively in the United States and Canada (I've visited about 27 of the 50 states, and all 10 Canadian provinces), but my first non North American trip happened in my early twenties, just after graduating from university. I joined a team of young adults and teenagers and traveled by bus from my hometown to Juarez, Mexico. We worked on a building project in a colonia in Juarez, and did a bit of outreach in the colonia as well. The moments I remember most from that trip are incredibly varied. I remember being in a stuffy room, late into the evening, playing with small children, using my limited Spanish to help them with a craft, asking their names, ages, and what color paper pieces they wanted to use. I remember the sign in the bathroom of the school we were staying in, reminding us that absolutely NO toilet paper should be flushed down the toilet. I remember being absolutely coated, head to toe, in sand and dirt, after days spent shoveling sand and mixing concrete in a desert on the edge of a dump of sorts, in the midst of windstorms. And I remember wandering through the market on our last day, choosing souvenirs, and then simply sitting with a few good friends, eating fabulous chips and salsa (is there anything so tasty as Mexican food?), soaking in the color, the culture, the language, and thinking that I could happily spend the remainder of my life absorbing and experiencing the beauty of other cultures.
My next overseas trip was three years ago, to Malta, Rome, and London. It was a trip I'd dreamed about, having studied European history in university, and was full of unexpected things. From that trip I'll never forget touring the Maltese President's winter palace (thanks to a connection with someone who was part of the Presidential guard), eating pastizzi at the city gates of Valletta and rabbit stew (another Maltese delicacy) at the home of a friend (incidentally, the pastizzi, both the pea version and the ricotta version, I loved, the rabbit stew, well, it was mostly just memorable!). I remember the beauty of the Mediterranean, and visiting the ruins of some of the oldest freestanding temples in the world. I'll never forget the majesty of St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, and taking part in an Ash Wednesday mass there. I'll never forget the view from the top of the Basilica, looking down over the square, and the private Vatican gardens. I'll never forget the Sistine Chapel, and simply soaking in the atmosphere of a place so truly ancient, a place full of beauty and history. And OH. MY. GOODNESS. You haven't had hot chocolate until you've had the stuff they serve in the little piazza cafes in Rome! It's thick and rich, and topped with whipped cream if you want it, and truly amazing. I don't drink hot chocolate very much in North America, but in Rome, it was divine! From London, where we only had a few days, I'll not forget the simplest of things, sitting on the steps of the British Museum, alone with my thoughts and journal for the first time in weeks as I waited for a friend, taking time to think and pray and write.
Just writing all of this has ignited the travel bug again! That feeling from the market cafe in Mexico persists for me - I could happily spend much of the rest of my life traveling and absorbing the beauty of culture. Cultural differences fascinate me - I'm continually aware of them, whether I'm simply in Chinatown here in Calgary, traveling in the United States, or on a different continent entirely. The diversity and richness of culture and language speaks deeply to my heart and moves me to pray, to write, to read, to think and to create in ways that very few other things can.
Okay! So, there's another answer! Thanks for the great question, Jenny! Are there more specific questions I can answer? About this topic or anything else? Leave them in the comments or send me an email (I've recently updated my profile so that there is an email address there again!). I'll add them to my list!
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