Day 36 – February 5th

For breakfast I had a banana with Nutella because it was …

World Nutella Day!!

This was pretty much the highlight of my day. It was all downhill from there.

My “Advanced Counselling Skills” Workshop Part II rolled out shortly afterwards.  I was completely dreading it. When I arrived at school, everyone was complaining in whispers about how much they were not enjoying the content. I found a great sense of joy know everyone was suffering as badly as I. One classmate didn’t show up, another left part way through saying they didn’t feel well, and another had a ‘family’ thing to attend to. So the class was whittled down to the courageous few who plodded forward with the draining and deranged activities we were forced to do.

Here is a sentence from the article we had to read to prepare for the course:

“A mythopoetic inquiry is a kind of ‘soul tracking’ by way of footprints of the emerging autonomous images from the unconscious that present themselves symbolically suggesting that developing the ability to see symbolically and that this way of seeing could allow the possibility of loving one’s fate: a secret way of seeing.”

So like, yeah.

It was SUPPOSED to be National Shower with a Friend Day and Christina had booked us a hotel at Harrison Hot Springs and a few of us were going to go and get out of town and have massages and facials and drink wine and lounge in hot tubs and take glamour shots and have a great time …

…but nooooooo I had stay here and go explore my unconscious using charcoal and ink and found objects

There it is everybody – the abyss that is my soul. Happy Nutella Day !

 

 

Day 35 – February 4th

Well National Homemade Soup Day was exactly as boring as it sounds!

Now, before all you soup lovers get up in arms.. or the very least hold a rally with witty signs, let me say, for the record,  no one likes soup more than me.

It was just a really long weird day because I had school on a Saturday.

I made a curried soup for the occasion.

Let’s see if I can recall all the ingredients:

  • 1 onion
  • 5 cloves garlic
  • 2 carrots, diced
  • shredded kale
  • 1 head of broccoli, diced
  • 1 head of cauliflower, diced
  • 1 potato
  • 1 can diced tomatoes
  • 1 can coconut milk
  • 1 heaping tablespoon curry
  • 1 heaping tablespoon tumeric
  • 1 heaping tablespoon garam masala
  • freshly grated ginger
  • salt
  • pepper
  • chili flakes
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 can chickpeas, drained

In a large pot, I sautéed onions and garlic until soft. Then I filled pot with coconut milk, diced tomatoes and water. Then I added remaining vegetables and spices.

It was great. But having to go to an  “Advanced Counselling Skills”workshop all weekend was not. Not at all. It was actually the worst. I’m not ready to talk about it yet.

But I’d like to take a moment to commend soup for all it’s warmth, all it’s nourishment, and all it’s deliciousness. Happy National Homemade Soup Day everyone !

Day 34 – February 3rd

Well today was a shocker
It snowed! A lot ! In Vancouver ! In February!
Apparently it’s supposed to be spring by the end of January. Schools were closed, flights delayed, busses off the road, total pandemonium !

I didn’t have school or work but plenty of school work.
But I decided to err on the side of complete negligence and not do anything productive in that realm.

I put everything into National Women Physician Day ! National Carrot Cake Day! National Wear Red Day!

I trudged through the snow (barely ankle high but still warranting everything in the city to shut down more or less) to my chiropractor appointment. I supposed she is a doctor and may count, but she is the snobbiest person I ever met- I kinda love it it’s a riot, but the last thing I want to do is inflate her ego any further. It would be dangerous.

I chose, rather,  to celebrate my ‘Woman Physician’ back home in NL – Dr. M. I often think if Sarah had had Dr. M as a doctor instead of all the incompetent, unconcerned, criminally negligent, lazy practitioners and specialists that over saw her health, she would still be alive. Dr. M leaves no stone unturned whenever I have had the slightest of ailments. She even humoured me with a follow up ultrasound on a benign breast lump I have after Sarah died just to give me additional peace of mind about the matter.  She listens, doesn’t speak condescendingly, and doesn’t dismiss, all the while being super fast, as her waiting room is always blocked

Dr. M also came though big time with the note that allowed Duncan on the plane with me. I can never thank her enough for that – without it there was no way to get him here (Air Canada doesn’t allow bulldogs of any sort in cargo or baggage because they are high risk of dying while in air apparently).

I got this photo of Duncan in this quintessential Vancouver location printed:

And a thank you card

and wrote a little note and put it in the mail. Hope it doesn’t weird her out!

As I said earlier it was snowy af out and the city was all out of whack. I took it as a great opportunity to stay indoors and celebrate National Carrot Cake Day by baking one from scratch – is there any other way to bake?

So Carrot Cakes are my maternal grandmother Nana Byrne’s claim to fame. She makes the best carrot cake and even baked one for Terry Fox (my absolute hero) when he ran through her town. Now I have never made one with her or even overseen the operation. But I do know she used a jar or two of carrot baby food in her recipe. It was the ‘secret’ element. I could’t find any baby food that was carrot only so I got a mango apple carrot one.

I scoured the web to find one that had that but couldn’t see any so I just sort of made up my own recipe through an amalgamation of other recipes and my own guesses about what would work – I am really good as far as I’m concerned.

To make a carrot cake the way I did, you will need:

  • 3 eggs
  • three carrots grated
  • 1 pack mango apple carrot baby pureed food
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 1 cup brown sugar
  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 heaping teaspoon baking powder
  • 1 heaping tablespoon cinnamon
  • 1 heaping tablespoon nutmeg
  • 4 teaspoons vanilla

I combined these well using brute strength and a whisk. I didn’t have a cake pan so I made cupcakes. I baked at 350 for just shy of 30 minutes. Our oven is very hot here so I checked on them obsessively.

When cooled I iced them with frosting I made by combining :

  • 1  8oz brick of cream cheese
  • 1/4 cup of butter
  • 4 teaspoons vanilla
  • 1 1/2 cups of icing sugar

Again I used my whisk to mix this. I didn’t get the thick ‘whipped’ consistency I am sure I could have gotten with my $400 Kitchenaid stand mixer back in my beautifully equipped kitchen in Newfoundland that’s now being used by a high end call girl who doesn’t know how thermostats work.

The yield of my labour was 12 super moist, deliciously carroty cupcakes with thing but delicious cream cheese icing

It’s true – they were delicious – these guys thought so!

After writing cards and baking cakes I realized I had almost missed the easiest thing to celebrate- Wear Red Day!

I felt so dumb ! It was almost too easy

I pulled my favourite sweater out of the closet and hauled it on. Took a few selfies from the front…

 

…and the back

I met the man that would become my husband in this sweater. He told me he had a dog that looked just like it growing up – Jim Jim. The rest is history.

Next up is National Homemade Soup Day!