Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Slurptegrity

Ok,  good parent moment.  Not on my part though.  This one (surprisingly) (wait, I shouldn't say that - I guarantee a punch for that) goes to Kathryn.  In a nutshell, Emily can ride a bike now - all thanks to some technique and a lot of patience that Kathryn dug up from somewhere.  I know what you're thinking - Kathryn actually had patience for Emily?

But I digress...

This post isn't really about that parenting moment - that's just preamble.  For those who don't know, we live in a cul-de-sac.  Which is great, since we have this nice keyhole loop where the kids can ride their bikes starting at the corner, past our house, around the bend, past the house on the other side of the street, and then end up at the alley.  Then, they stop, turn their bikes around and ride back.  They do this because we forbid them to cross the road because we are either:

A) Good parents who don't want their kids to get run-over or;
B) Paranoid, over-protective crazies.

Now, I could digress more here and talk about the stupid kids who insist on playing ball hockey in the busy part of the road, when there's a barely used section of road 10 FEET AWAY!  And who don't move their nets or their bodies when a car approaches.  (Come on - don't kids know anything about proper street hockey these days?).  But I will not, because that would end up with me smashing the computer.

What I will talk about is differences between what I did as a kid and what I let Emily do.

For starters, and this should be apparent to anybody over, oh, let's say 20?  We never used to wear bike helmets.  It was just run out the back door, grab your bike and off you go.  Nowadays it's a long process of getting the helmets down from the closet, adjusting their hair to fit the helmet on their heads.  Adjusting the straps to fit the children who have inherited my big head syndrome and then finally forcing them out the door because they've changed their minds about wanting to ride bikes after all.  I'm not saying that our childhood was better, cause let me tell you - blunt force trauma to the head ain't that nostalgic.

What I wonder more about is that I can remember taking my bike and actually leaving my parents' sight-line for the whole afternoon.  We would ride ON THE STREET!, or even worse, IN THE ALLEY.  In fact, my friends John, Anthony and I used to ride in circles up and down one alley driveway, across the alley, up another driveway, and then down this wicked little slope that for some reason was built in to the edge of the driveway.  You could get your bike up to about Mach 0.5 for a brief second before (and this was the smart part) shooting out into the alley from a hidden position right beside the garage.  I can see now why the owner of said driveway got mad at us for riding our bikes there.

The other main activity with our bikes was riding to the store to buy copious amounts of candy.  There were two places you could go in my neighbourhood for your sugar fixes.  The first was Sprague Drugs at Petrolia Mall.  This was the officially sanctioned place.  And by sanctioned, I mean that this is the place that my mom said was ok to go to.  Sure, you did have to cross the busy street (40th Ave) - but there were medical professionals there at the store to watch out for us.

The place that we usually went, however, was the little convenience store in the tower at Lord Byron.  For some reason, my mom HATE HATE HATED it that we went there.  First off, we would normally take a side trip through a ravine.  And then there was Lord Byron.  I guess it was my mom's middle-class snobbery that assumed people living there were all child molesters?  I don't know - sincere apologies if you lived in Lord Byron in the early 80's.

The store there had the most amazing selection of candy ever.  There were the usual things like blue fish, cinnamon lips, etc... but then there was weird and crazy crap that you have never seen anywhere else and I have never seen again.  I remember one thing that was this little foil-topped plastic rectangle that came with a little plastic spoon.  Inside the foil was basically Nutella - but two different colours.  That stuff was effing amazing.

The store there didn't just have awesome candy, it also had an arcade game.  The one I can remember playing the most was this super-awesome cowboy game where you fought people on top of a moving train.  Yeah, that's right mofos - a MOVING EFFING TRAIN!  I used to think it was the pinnacle of arcade games.  Then I Googled it (arcade game western train) - and found out it was this:


Which is pretty lame.

As I was reminiscing about this - I wondered about where I got the money for my candy-fueled train-punching escapades.  I had absolutely no idea, other than pennies found on the ground.  We didn't get regular allowances.

As I got older, we graduated to playing video games in the basement on my Nintendo, or my friend Craig's Sega.  (note to reader - we're talking 8-bit here - the original Nintendo Entertainment System and Sega Master System).  We did not, however, graduate from our need for candy.  By this time, a new 7-11 (pronounced Sev) clone had opened up at Petrolia Mall - which must have made both my mom and me happy, since it probably had the best candy selection AND it was away from pedo-bear.

As a huge plus - it also had Slurpees.

The one Slurpee story that I do remember is getting to the Sev on our bikes, selecting our candy and getting our Slurpees.  Usually, the candy selection took a while - it was a delicate balancing act of what you really wanted vs. what you could actually afford.  It was an awesome lesson in economics.  The candy purchase usually ended up in a plastic bag that you could hang from your handlebars.  The Slurpee was usually held in one hand, so you could drink whilst riding home.

This one time - the candy selection took so long that the weather completely changed from mostly fine:  shorts, t-shirts, etc.  to not-at-all-fine downpour.  And P.S.  you can't return a Slurpee.  I remember getting on our bikes, candy bag secure on the handlebars and just riding as fast as we could to get home.  I learned a valuable lesson about Slurpee cups that day.  They are very very very good at keeping the liquid and wetness in the cup and very very very bad at keeping external wetness out.

I'm pretty sure that by the time we got back to Craig's house - ready for a marathon session of Wonder Boy in Monster Land - that my Slupee cup's integrity had completely collapsed and that what was actually holding my Slurpee in place was my frigidly cold hand, covered in a thin layer of wax and cardboardish mush.

I'm pretty sure that I still drank the Slurpee out of my hand though.



Thursday, October 6, 2011

Weekly cooking - great friends, great food

Ok, so I've been slacking on blogging in general, and more specifically, blogging about food.  So, today, you (and by you, I mean me, because who are we kidding, I'm writing this for my own ego) get treated to a smorgasbord (if you will) of recent menus.

First off, our besties (BFFs IYW) The Heart-Ds are moving to Australia for a couple of years.  Before Greg left, we decided to do a "best of" meal with them.  As a surprise, we made this cool shrimp cocktail:


Which looked really cool and tasted even better.  The next course was this amazing cold cucumber and avocado soup that you top with red onion, cucumber, avocado, cilantro and yumminess.


The problem with this recipe is that it uses like a tablespoon of plain yogurt.  And plain yogurt only comes in those giant one litre containers - so then you're stuck with a ton of gross, unflavored yogurt in your fridge for a month, until you decide to throw it away... or until this happens:


Let me tell you - that ess was C-O-L-D!

Anyway, next meal....  another friend of ours, Tanya, is also leaving us to move to Saskatoon.  Before that, she was off to Thailand to have an amazing elephant farming (herding?) experience.  We were told that her favourite foods were bacon, cheese and bread.  So we decided to make a meal centered around bacon:


(well, not the salad, cause come on - something had to have no bacon in it).  But the chicken was stuffed with goat cheese and bacon and the little puffs are from this recipe.  You MUST STOP EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING AND MAKE THESE RIGHT NOW!

For dessert, we had chocolate bread pudding with bacon-infused creme anglaise.  No bigs.  We got the idea (and recipe) from watching an episode of Bobby Flay's Throwdown at my sister's house.  The bread pudding was great - but the chocolate overpowered the bacon in the custard.  Such is life.

Last meal.  Kathryn invited a new friend, Taylene over for dinner.  We decided to try a new recipe for pork loin (read wang) with a cherry salsa on it.  Ok.  So.  Cherries aren't in season anymore.  I experimented by buying dried cherries and soaking them in water overnight.  They puffed up, but looked kind of nasty, so I decided that I needed to cook them up in a Port reduction.  Yeah, that was awesome!  The recipe came from Bon Appetit magazine, which my sister Janine gave me as a gift.  To compliment, we had domino potatoes, which is basically roasted potatoes with bay leaves, but cut into little squares like dominos.  They were seriously delish and super easy peasy.  Basically just rub the pan with butter, put the potatoes in, put bayleaves in, season, top with melted butter and bake until done.

Also, we had spinach and goat cheese souffles.  We didn't have enough little ramekins, so I decided to make them in cappuccino cups.  I was super nervous that they wouldn't rise and I forbid anyone from opening the oven.  Luckily, they turned out great:


For dessert, angel food cake (store bought, cuz really - have you ever made an angel food cake from scratch?  It takes, like, a whole carton of eggs).


Ok.  Caught up!

Bonus:  Strawberries

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

PJ20

Ok, so a couple of weeks ago, we went to the Pearl Jam concert.  First off, I can't believe that Ten came out TWENTY YEARS AGO!!  I still remember driving around in high school listening to the album.  P.S. - why did we think that just driving around all night was such great fun?  Nowadays, driving is a careful balance of listening to Ke$ha in the car whilst trying to not throw something at the kids in the back who are constantly fighting and stroke or being annoying.

Anyway - back to the concert.  It was probably one of the best concerts I've been to.  Combine that with the last time they played here and it makes the ultimate PJ experience - they have now played almost every song that I've wanted to hear live. 



Here are my comments on the band:
  1. Eddie gets way crazier as the concert goes on - depending on how much wine he's drinking right out of the bottle!
  2. Mike McCready sure is pointy.  As in - he was constantly pointing at fans.  Also, I loved how he gave high fives to the audience right in the middle of the guitar solo in Alive
  3. Stone Gossard looks like a statue.  Dude - you're a rock star.  Rock out!
  4. Jeff Ament must get dizzy with all the twirling he does
  5. Matt Cameron - you are the drummer in TWO ultra-successful rock bands - please buy a shirt that fits you.
And my concert highlights:

  1. They played some awesome songs - I finally got to hear Alive, Not For You and Wash live.
  2. Singing the whole first verse of Betterman as a crowd
  3. The emotional moment of Waster Reprise and Life Wasted
  4. The awesome epic fail as the lead singer from Mudhoney tried not once, but TWICE to get Mike McCready on his shoulders
  5. Come Back - as requested by dude in the hockey shirt - that's becoming one of my fave PJ ballads
  6. The songs from Backspacer were awesome - Just Breathe and The Fixer.  wowzers!