I will not be frequently posting “live” as I am this day, because even bloggers need to take a holiday, wouldn’t you agree?  But here I am in my land of bliss, the kind of place that you care for so much that you want to share it with everyone that you love.  But sometimes, logistically, this does not work out.  So here I am without D or my the rest of my brood.  Thankfully I am with most of the rest of my siblings so I am content.  More than content, in fact, I am ecstatic for the blessing of being back on Isla Mujeres once again.

Sweet Dreams on Isla Mujeres

In the days when our family was young, we didn’t get a chance to go on winter holidays.  There were a couple of exceptions for special anniversaries and so over the course of our first fifteen years of marriage, we visited Cozumel and Hawaii.  This took considerable co-ordination on our part to have various people to stay with the kids so that they could maintain their school and extra-curricular activities.  Even though there are far less logistical issues to deal with now that only our youngest is at home, we still want her fairly convenient lifestyle to be maintained while she is busy with university and her work.  She will also have extra dog walking responsibilities as our big old Samoyed collie  is arthritic and blind and will not take care of his personal toileting unless he is lead on a leash.  So because she is still my baby girl, I wanted to leave the kitchen well stocked for her convenience and sustenance.

Daughter #2 is a great cook but not particularly experienced in the kitchen (I kind of hog the room).  Everything that she takes on, tastes delicious, but she is not confident when looking in the fridge for what can easily be assembled with success.  But as luck would have it, on Friday afternoon a package arrived containing a gorgeous new sauté pan from T-fal and six varieties of Hamburger Helper. 

Daughter #2 was elated.  This would take the guess work out of what to pull out for supper (as long as she remembered to thaw the ground beef first). 

There was a beef sale at Sobey’s this weekend so I was able to pick up a value pack which held six portions for $13.80.  I thought that was a great deal for a variety of meals; and Daughter #3 can save the gift card that I left for her from Sobey’s, for little treats like sushi and in-store made pizzas.  Even though my kids are independent adults, I am still their Mom and I am blessed to think that I always will be.

 Kath’s quote: “It is the (North) Americans who have managed to crown minced beef as hamburger, and to send it round the world so that even the fussy French have taken to le boeuf hache, le hambourgaire.”-Julia Child

Love-that is all.

Earlier this week, we were invited over for dinner with beloved friends. At one time, one spouse from all three couples, worked with each at Winnipeg Harvest (in fact Lee was the founder of the amazing organization).  So once again in my life, food (and the sharing of it), drew me to loved ones.  I had been thinking about this particular appetizer recipe for as long as my count down of sleeps for Isla Mujeres, because Parmesan crusted fish is served a couple of places on the island.

The view from the corner table at the Co-op.

My favourite version is offered up at The Fisherman’s Co-op, right on the water and across from the little hotel where we typically stay.

In the end, D made this batch up and so they tasted even better than usual to me, as I didn’t prepare them.  I have posted this recipe today, in case you want to make them for an Oscar watching evening on Sunday.  In our house on Superbowl Day,  D plants himself in his football watching chair and I fix little treats for he and his quests.  On Academy Awards night, the tradition is reversed and he does the same for me.

Me on Isla (ha, ha, this is J2, my legs aren’t long enough to touch the sand).

This is really me on Isla (with Daughter #1)

Alas, this Oscar night I wouldn’t be with D as I will be spending my first night on Isla…

Love-that is all.

The weather had warmed up to -32 with the wind chill this morning. I was a little bit ticked when my remote car starter didn’t fire up my van for me. This meant that my toes were cold as I started it up in the old fashioned manner. I was so ashamed of my arrogance as I remembered this moment when I arrived at Siloam Mission. Imagine having to line up for a warm bed and a hot meal?  Hundreds of people do so each day at Siloam. I was there at Daughter #2’s urging as the Frenchman is now employed at Siloam and she had heard so many great things about volunteering in their kitchen.

And she was absolutely correct! From the moment I was greeted by a volunteer co-ordinator and introduced to Kitchen Managers Corrie and Chris, I was so impressed. The time passed so quickly as I learned new kitchen techniques and got to work alongside dedicated volunteers including an entire crew of students from the University of Western Ontario who had given up their reading weeks to spend the time as volunteer kitchen assistants!

As I arrived, the breakfast service was just commencing.  Because of the cold, Chris wanted all of the patrons to have a bowl of something hot so porridge was served with toast, peanut butter and fruit.  Hot coffee is unending.  Chris thought that French toast would be nice for tomorrow and he happily mentioned that there are times when he can serve the patrons scrambled eggs or omelets from Burnbrae Farms. I met the good folks from Burnbrae at a bloggers event in Toronto; they will be happy to know what joy ther donations bring.

I was on lunch detail with the rest of the crew.

On the menu was a choice of turkey noodle or mushroom potato soup, a slice of pizza (generously provided by Little Ceasars pizza), a freshly made ham sandwich and a sweet.  In the summer months, Siloam substitutes the soup with a salad.  One of the dessert choices was my favourite Mennonite treat of blueberry platz.   I was tasked with slicing the ham and then took my place on the sandwich assembly line.  The Western team made quick work of the sandwiches because Chris had promised them that he would teach them how to make pasta from scratch to be the “noodles” of the turkey soup.

They were an enthused bunch and kept remarking how they couldn’t believe that they were in a “soup” kitchen and not a multi-starred restaurant.  This is what I was most impressed with.  Chris could cut cooking corners and used packaged stocks filled with additives and excessive salt but he painstakingly made the stock from scratch to ensure the quality.  In addition, from scratch cooking is truly the best use of food and monetary donations and Chris and the folks at Siloam must intrinsically know this.  Of course, “from scratch” methods cannot occur every day, but as often as Chris has the volunteer resources to do so.  Everything is carefully used BUT when I say everything, quality is never compromised.  A volunteer preparing the lettuce for the sandwiches asked Chris if she should use the lettuce if it was discolouring and he responded “the rule of thumb is-we don’t serve it to our patrons, if we wouldn’t eat it ourselves”.

Another of my tasks was slicing up pulled turkey for the soup.  Chris explained how the roasting of 150 turkeys has already commenced for Easter dinner and that every single bit of the bird is utilized.   Turkey necks and wings had been roasted the day before to make the nutritious (and tasty) stock.  When the sandwich line was cleared away, Chris began his pasta making session.

All of these steps went in place, to produce this delicious and nutritious soup.  Why go to this much trouble?  Because food=love and the patrons of Siloam are loved beyond their wildest imaginations.

Our Frenchman and Chris.

Do you have a not-for-profit food focused charity that deserves a special mention in this blog space?  Let me know and I would be happy to visit them.

Kath’s quote: “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in.” –Matthew 25:35

Love-that is all.

Even though we do not typically sit down for big weekend breakfasts in the city, the morning after our big family wedding called for special sustenance.  When I am a little bit sleep deprived (read: had too many glasses of wine), extra carbs, sugar and fat, really do boost my energy.  Besides, (my bro in law Michael says that I can rationalize anything), we didn’t imbibe with pancakes on Fat Tuesday.

Spelt has a fascinating origin and I am just learning how to prepare it.  Daughter #2 suggested the inclusion of lemon.  She has had a craving for my lemon blueberry muffins that I have not had a chance to appease as of yet.

I grilled up a pound of bacon, which is another treat that we don’t often indulge in.  We like our pancakes topped with cottage cheese and then in honour of the Frenchman, real maple syrup.  There are no pictures of the finished product because a) I was very hungry and b) was not thinking straight.

Kath’s quote:“’When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,’ said Piglet at last, ‘what’s the first thing you say to yourself?’
‘What’s for breakfast?’ said Pooh. ‘What do you say, Piglet?’
‘I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?’ said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. ‘It’s the same thing,’ he said.”-A. A. Milne

Love-that is all.

The morning of a perfect wedding day.

This past Saturday was the wedding day of the eldest daughter of Brother #3. 

I do not mention this brother very often in this space, but this is not because he and his fabulous wife are not precious to me.  Kelly & Lorraine have raised two amazing girls: Kelsey, the bride and younger sister Kristen.  Both are exquisitely gorgeous in different ways and truly beautiful inside as well.  And we loved Kelsey’s choice of husband instantly, as Adam is as equally tender-hearted as she.

Lorraine looks more like Sister #3 than I do!

Kelsey works at Hair FX, where I go for my hair styling and so I got to partake in the early morning preparations for the day.  The female members of the wedding party were having their make up and up do’s taken care of, as well a little bit of sustenance to ensure that their day got off to a good start. 

I was honoured to provide Kelsey’s favourite Sausage Rolls  (the link for recipe is here for Michael, the owner of Hair FX) that I make every Christmas morning for our brunch together.

The church service too was perfection with Sister #3 and Daughter #1 beautifully contributing the readings for the couple. The Pastor and his wife are long-time friends of Sister #2 and this provided another intimate touch.  Later in the evening, he showed off his other god-given talents and joined in on the Boot Scootin Boogie!

My crazy, wonderful, beautiful family, including my 86 year old Mom-the only person missing is neice Danielle who lives in Australia.

At the conclusion of the service, family pictures were taken in the church, which is no easy feet with our gang.  But this too was perfectly executed for the photographer and her husband are also family friends of ours.  They patiently lined us up, so no face would be obstructed, and knew each of the thirty-five family members by name!   

Our J2 with the youngest member of the family-1 month old Serena.

The seventh floor of the Fort Garry Hotel is perfection itself and was the ideal setting for our magical evening. 

We are a family who shares every joy and every sorrow together.  Kelsey put together a beautiful memorial table to remember all of her family members who were celebrating the wedding feast in heaven.

The earthly feast included: a delicate mushroom soup

a sensational pear and candied sunflower seed salad

stuffed chicken

and chocolate raspberry cheesecake.

Everyone was anxious to get out on the dance floor and the party continued late into the night. 

We certainly are a family who knows how to have fun together.  Life is good. 

Kaths quote:  Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.-St. Paul in his first letter to the Corinthians

Love-that is all.