Inspired by SouleMama‘s Friday ritual – a photo, with no words, of a simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
Dear Abandoned Blog,
I’m sorry I haven’t written in so long. I miss you, I really do. All our leisurely evenings together, with me scanning photos from my old sticker books or teenage journals, oh, I remember those fondly. All those late nights, with me uploading photos and then writing thematic posts to match… heavenly.
But with taking on this teaching job in the fall, and adapting to Keaton’s new early morning schedule (meaning that late, late nights just aren’t possible anymore, and sleep deprivation is no fun), I just haven’t had much time to spend with you. Evenings after Keaton goes to bed are now spent learning HTML or spreadsheets, to teach them in my class… a bit of a learning curve, this whole college instruction thing. Does it count that I’m writing a lot of posts in my head? They just haven’t made it to your “Posts” page, yet.
I hope to see you again soon, dear Blog. I just need to find my groove.
I wanted to put a photo here of our Thanksgiving feast at my sister Chay’s, but I can’t find our camera at the moment. So I will put this ubiquitous Norman Rockwell photo here instead which, in spite of its white bread suburban middle America-ish-ness, brings tears to my eyes every time. I heart Norman Rockwell.
Happy Thanksgiving, all you Canadians! Joshua, Keaton & I have returned from a blissful family time at my dad and stepmum’s house in Chilliwack, where we feasted & drank & sat by the fire & drank coffee with Baileys & played Settlers of Catan & feasted & drank & repeated. And then we had another feast tonight at Chay’s place! Yummmmm.
And right now I’m feeling thankful for so much. For all of the above. For my wonderful family, my adorable son, and my fabulous hubby. The opportunity to live a creative life (as much as possible). For our fun and wacky neighbourhood, and our great building. For Keaton sleeping through the night sometimes now. For the chance to work part-time while Keaton is still so little. For so many things.
Hope your feasting & festivity is going splendidly, too!
What a week! Two more classes under my belt, my and Josh’s third wedding anniversary (and ten years together – we celebrated by going out for free-range wings at Habit, which I would totally recommend – get the Moroccan Spiced ones!), ongoing closet renovation and de-cluttering, meeting a few writing deadlines… but no energy to blog about any of it! Maybe next week.
I do, however, have a wee spark of energy to share with you, as promised, this Plum Platz recipe, from the Mennonite Heritage Village Cookbook. Platz are a Menno tradition – sort of a hybrid between pie and coffee cake. Eating them fresh out of the oven (well, blowing on them a bit first) reminds me so much of my Grandma Goerzen.
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp salt
2/3 cup shortening
5-6 tsp cold water
Mix as you would for pie crust – cut the shortening into the flour and salt until it resembles fine meal, then add cold water until you can form a crust out of it. Press it into a lightly greased 9-inch square pan, and up the sides a little. Cover with halved, pitted plums (or rhubarb, or apples, or whatever you want!). Sprinkle with a little sugar.
1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 tsp baking powder
Beat eggs and fold in other ingredients. Pour over fruit and bake at 350F for 40 minutes.