Friday morning deserves mentioning simply because it was the last day of my uninterrupted art month. It required strong Oso coffee and a breakfast bun made by the gorgeous Rew (toasted croissant, scrambled egg, alfalfa sprouts, tomato, melted cheddar and Antoinette’s Salt Spring dip). I went down to the old brick building that was Ellison’s grain mill and is now Ellison’s Market, a general store for the health-foodie, gardener, pet owner and tea lover, to get cat kibble and vegetables. Usually I bring home a little food each day but working at home has meant the fridge running low, very low in between town days.
The rest of the day was a blur of silkscreening and sewing.
Oooh, I wish I could write that every day. The rest of the day was a blur of silkscreening and sewing. Yes.
I am happy to report there is a giant vat of walnut dye on my stovetop with a duvet cover transitioning through various shades of coffee over the weekend. With the lid on, it really smells okay.
Somehow during the afternoon I gained the audacity to finally print a few years worth of “poetry” which will make its way onto a screen and then merge with the leaves and birds on my fabrics.
All in all, it was a successful last day to my art month. I have loved my freedom immensely and will seek out more in the spring. For now I’ll squeeze my hemming and printing and various processing into the hidden moments between work and dinner and sleep.
Saturday was something else entirely. It was the birthday of wonderful Cor, and was fittingly devoted to baked goods. Wise girl that she is, she requested that all her guests bring pie. To start off the day on the right foot, I whipped up some raspberry peach chocolate muffins using a blend of prairie grown ancient grains, and coffee of course. Then I traipsed through the drizzly rain to Cor’s house and we talked baking over some more coffee and then we made a sour cherry-black cherry pie and an apple cake, drank cherry juice and flipped through recipes. Then the pies and celebrators began to arrive and we feasted. True to style, it was a glorious spread. Particularly of note was Gavin’s “Kootenay Lime Pie” which seemed to be a particularly excellent rendition of traditional key lime pie.
I think I’ve hit on a new technique for parents. You see, I ate nothing but baked goods all day and around seven o’clock was struck with a strong urge to eat salad. Hefty winter greens salad comprised of rainbow chard and lacatino kale, the kale “massaged” as I have been couseled (impatiently, however, so it was more of rough toussle). The intense greenness of the greens were balanced by sliced carrot, chopped roasted almonds and cubed rocky mountain cheddar. I like to make salad in my favorite metal mixing bowl, whisking the dressing in the bottom (olive and flax oils, crushed garlic, apple cider vinegar, nutritional yeast, tamari, maple syrup, grainy mustard, tumeric, marjoram, poultry seasoning and pepper). When it’s just me eating the salad, which it generally is around here, Jeremy’s reaction to kale being to give it to the mice, I will sometimes (read: yesterday, often) eat it out of the giant silver bowl. I will say in my defense, that it’s an excellent bowl, handy for not spilling salad when vigorously tossing it, also handy for washing dishes in, with the added benefit of chiming charmingly when clanged into something.