Let The Waves Wash Over You

I figure I should probably say something about the whole flooding situation. Alberta is my home. It always has been and it always will be. It was where I was born and where I grew up and however much I move and however much I claim I am a west coast hippie now, I will always be “Alberta Bound”. Its true. It made me sadder than I thought would happen to see the devastation in Alberta, especially in my hometown of Canmore. It’s one thing to see disasters in nameless places that I have yet to travel to, or places that I have seen in passing, but when it happens to your own home, its a bit of a different story. And I really dont think that I can exactly put into words how it made me feel (I’m not quite the veteran blogger I like to believe I am yet).

But I can say this. It made me realize maybe some more imminently pertinent and personal issues in my life. Some old middle school friends came to visit me this weekend, and while I have kept in touch with them over the years, we have led and continue to lead very separate and very different lives. We have been growing apart for some time now, and even though, I think we will always be friends just because of how long we have known each other, it is now clear to me how much I have actually changed. I have a different lifestyle, different values, and different pastimes. I was trying to grapple with the idea of my town being destroyed and they were busy shopping and worrying about celebrities. This is not what I had in mind for priorities to say the least.

Some things I learned;
-I don’t care in the least what people from high school are doing now. It may sound insensitive, but I mean really; I didn’t exactly form long lasting friendships in that school, and I don’t exactly want to remember my time there.
-If I have to spend more than about 30 seconds putting on “a face” in the morning, I absolutely will not enjoy my day, because it probably means I am doing something mundane and annoying with more annoying people
-I refuse to spend money on food that I can make at home. I mean seriously. WTF. Spend money and don’t get to have fun making it in my own kitchen and don’t get to walk around in my underwear in the process, AND don’t get to tweak it and make it exactly how I want to? Talk about quadruple loss.
-I have changed. Completely. And I have no time in my life to make an effort to cultivate relationships with people I wish to not cultivate relationships with.
-My home is important to me. Not because of my things in my home, but because of the memories that reside in a place. Canmore, Kananaskis and Calgary may not hold any of my worldly goods at the moment, but they do hold the majority of my memories. And when the landscape changes it kind of fucks with those memories. Sounds a little wierd, but I am writing this blog and I will choose what I want to say.
-No matter what, NOBODY, I repeat, NOBODY should or can make you feel like less of a person. No matter what names they choose to call you; no matter what they judge you for; and no matter who they are. You are who you are, you have something in you past they don’t know about, no matter how close they are to you, and every part of your past makes you who you are today, and as such makes you an amazing person.

Ok, enough with the emo kid ramblings. Sorry for that. I will post some recipe goodness soon because that is really all that matters in this world and can make anybody feel better! Some family is coming to visit and will bring some delicious veggies from their amazing farm in the Okanagan. So I will make something with said veggies and share.

Happy Monday!


A Solitary Siesta… And Lemons because Who Doesnt Like Lemons

Well, I’m doing just great with this whole “lets start a blog” thing. I think its a great idea, and then the problem is, I get so caught up in the fun and stress of actual life, that I don’t bother to sit down and write some things up for a blog. Ah well, it must just mean I am having too much fun for my own good.

Anyways, I thought I would use this post to write a bit about a recent trip that I took to Saltspring Island. I have been wanting to do a solo bike trip to Saltspring for a while for a couple of reasons.
1. I need to get out of the city periodically
2. I love Saltspring and it holds quite a few childhood memories for me
3. I wanted to see what travelling alone is like and it seemed like a good idea to go somewhere familiar for the first one.

My travel Buddy Maurice waiting for the ferry with me.

My travel Buddy Maurice waiting for the ferry with me.

Turns out, I love every single part of travelling alone. Well, not completely alone; I had my trusty steed Maurice along with me the whole time! And what a good travel companion he turned out to be!
Travelling alone is not so lonesome as one would believe it to be. I had time to be with my own thoughts, and work some things out in my head (One of the reasons I generally like running, biking etc alone), I didn’t have to wait or hurry for anyone, and if things went wrong I had only to blame, and only myself to be responsible for. It was at this point of things going wrong that I realized; This is the reason I get stressed out over pretty much anything. For instance, when I drive, I never road rage when I am in the car by myself, although frequently when driving someone else somewhere. When studying, I am fine by myself, but get frustrated quickly when trying to understand something with a study buddy. I always liked individual time trial starts better than mass starts or relay races when I ski raced. It goes on…

A solitary breakfast. The best way to start the day

A solitary breakfast. The best way to start the day

And from this, what have I learned? I like to think that since this “revelation” I have become a slightly more tolerant person, and less concerned about things that happen that may be out of my control. I’ll just let it happen, because if I was by myself that’s what I would do.

Take a chill pill, Hil! That’s the motto of the day! Easier sad than done, but since my little soul searching trip I figure it seems to work! Why? Well, I seem to have made a number of new friends and acquaintances since then, be getting along better with my family, and being less stressed throughout the day.
It may not work for everybody, but for me, why not?


And with that, I will leave you with a recipe that I am in the process of creating. Please try it out, let me know what you think, and help me out! I am trying to recreate a lemon loaf at a coffee shop that I like to frequent. It has been taking a bit of a chunk out of my wallet lately so I have been experimenting with my own. It turned out a little bit dry, so next time I think I will cut the flour out completely and add a quarter of a cup of ground oats. We’ll see…

1/2 C Soft Margarine
1/2 C Sugar
1 Egg
1/2 C Applesauce
Grated Rind of 1 lemon
1 C Flour (Cut this out, and add 1/2 C ground oats)
1/2 tsp Salt
1 tsp Baking Powder
1/2 C Milk
1/2 C Millet
1/2 C Shredded Coconut

Mix wet together and dry together and combine in a bowl. Bake in a 350 degree oven in a parchment lined loaf pan. Pour glaze over hot cake and let it sit for a while.

Juice of 1 Lemon
1/3 C Granulated Sugar

Like I said mine turned out a bit dry, most likely because millet likes to suck up all moisture ever. Please try this recipe out and tweak it yourself; then let me know what you did and if it turned out!