Wow, 2 days and it seems like I haven’t been here for weeks. HOW did it get to be July? I wouldn’t believe it if the calendar didn’t say it was so.
To give a quick rundown of those 48 undocumented hours: I spent most of July 1st shopping and cooking for a barbecue for 60 that happened last night on a beautiful farm out toward Airdrie, with about a 6 hour chunk of the afternoon spent a) at my sister’s new house eating Dilly Bars and b) a backyard Canada Day party potluck, to which I brought maple cupcakes and forgot my camera. W was in little boy heaven; 19 kids in the rec room with air hockey, video games and rock band wii. Mike was in big boy heaven across in the field playing soccer for 3 hours. I ditched them at about 7 to go home and get some work done, and had to go back in my PJs to drag them out at close to 10.
Yesterday I was up at 5:30 to head to the CBC pancake breakfast, at which I took a dunk in the dunk tank (why do they not make dunk hot tubs?) in my jeans skirt, which I’m pretty sure went up over my head as I went in, then spent the rest of the day prepping for that dinner on the farm, with two 3 year olds and a 4 year old in the house (which worked out quite nicely, actually; there were miraculously fewer skirmishes than there would have been demands on me to entertain/remove forks from electrical sockets had W been on his own). I headed out (with, as it turns out, far too much food, and did I mention I set off their smoke alarm?) at around 4 and got home at close to midnight, in a hailstorm, having forgotten my wallet, almost run out of gas and driven to Airdrie to get $6.50 worth’ using the change I scrounged up from various nooks and crannies in the car.
So tonight I was absolutely not up for cooking. At all. (Besides, I was making 100 pavlovas for a demo at the Stampede on Sunday and food for our Stampede party tomorrow. So technically I was cooking anyway, just nothing edible in the immediate future.) We picked up some chicken Vietnamese subs downtown at Thi Thi (really, truly the best in town) and ate the last of a lemon buttermilk pudding cake I made for an article on desserts affected by gravity. It’s one of those cakes that separates into an airy cake and zingy sauce; it’s a nice, light version – some tend to be really heavy, with twice as much sugar. This makes a nice summer dessert; it can be made ahead and chilled, then served in a bowl with fresh berries.
As I write this I can hear Bon Jovi emanating from the Stampede grounds (You Give Love a Bad Name – every word) – ooh, and now fireworks. We live close enough to see them from the roof if you climb out W’s bedroom window (he is going to have an easy time of sneaking out in a decade or so) and to walk down to go on rides and get mini donuts, or watch the chucks from the top of Scotsmans hill. All of which is a lot of fun, but to be perfectly honest I’m glad we’re heading to Tofino next weekend. (And yes, bringing my laptop! And possibly my HD camera to do some GoodBite stuff.)
One Year Ago: Broccoli-Cheese Soup and Upside-down Caramelized Onion Pan Bread