Feesh!

I’m writing this high on happiness and short on time. I need to fall asleep to be awake again in 5.5 hours. But I need to tell you – I went fishing. Not just off the dock. Real fishing. In a boat. Where all we did was fish. It was fun. Before I left, I…

Scrubbing Selfie, Knuckles Down

Life Lesson #24: If you scrub your own burnt pots, your dishwashers won’t hate you. I guess it’s called taking responsibility for your actions. Or How Not to Make Enemies. Needless to say, today’s broccoli soup was not so beautiful. And listen, you WILL burn a pot (or two) in your lifetime. Doesn’t matter who you…

Throw-Back Thursday or Fish Lake Friday?

Due to a Generator Failure, I was unable to post this on Thursday. Sooo we’ll just call it a “Flashback Friday” this time.   The smell of forest fires hangs in the air here, adding a  flavour of summers at home to our day here. It’s hot. And muggy. So, so muggy. The air is grey…

Cinnamon Torte, a Stacking Sport

I learned about Torte the other day. A loose definition from the internet:  a rich, round, flat, sweet cake, often with cream and fruit; usually multilayered, often made with very little flour and ground nuts or breadcrumbs, egg yolks, sugar and stiffly beaten whipping cream. All that I know now. Before Friday, all I knew was…

How the Days Begin

Mornings come early when you’re the cook. Summer solstice was yesterday and I still managed to greet each bookending sunrise in person. Some days I wake up even while the proverbial island ‘streetlight’ is still on. (The only light run by a darkness sensor.)    

A Day Off: Pulling a Roosevelt

  Back again? Still interested in the Day of Solo Exploration? Are you ready to enter with me into the dark woods of shifty shadows and skeletal trees, invisible strings, and deep padded moss the colour of jealousy ogre snot avacado-limes? I’ll warn you: There’s even an almost-surprise almost-attack by a creature of great size…

A Day Off: The Prelude

Big news: Recently, I had a day off! But I have to pause and say I wanted to start with the words “Friday, I had a day off.” Then I realized I have no idea if it was Friday or not because I hardly have a clue what day of the week today is, let…

The Woes of Washing Hands

Dry hands dry hands you give my face a glower. Dry hands dry hands you feel full of flour. The problem is with the foodsafety biz is I wash my hands every hour. – Between that and the dishes it leaves me with wishes that hydration was My superpower. – Dry hands dry hands those…

TBT: Museum Days

People sometimes ask me if I miss home. The answer is, not much. At least not this time, or maybe not yet. I miss a few select people but not much else. Surprisingly, what I miss most consistently is this:  This is my most common view at the Museum, from behind the Biome counter. As…

Dear Anna Brown,

We interrupt this Thursday to share my friend Sally’s delightful observances of differences in Canada and her experience of making memories in places I have, too. They are different memories, of course, but I am still thrilled to share those places in an off-kilter, roundabout way now too. ___________________________________

Soup of The Day: Cream of Beautiful Broccoli

My life revolves around food. There is no way around it. I think not in weekly schedules following Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday but in cycles of Pasta-Ribs-Chicken-Steak. Conversation is difficult to bring to things outside of the kitchen, and the most exciting thing in my day just might be icing the carrot cake! So forgive me, folks, for the first…

A Selfie Interview: So How’s Manitoba?

An article in which the Annalist’s editor –in-chief, Ms. A. Louise Brown, conducts an interview with authour of this site, one Miss Anna Brown, approaching the topic of “So How’s Manitoba?” Editor-in-Chief: First of all, Welcome back to Canada! I know it’s late but it’s been a while since we’ve talked…Mongolia, was it? And now you’re at…