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Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Saturday, December 9, 2017
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Today is always bittersweet day for us. As much as we're looking forward to a slower pace and some down time, we know how quiet it's going to be and we'll miss the friendly smiles, conversations and laughter we so enjoy.
How do I say what I've said so many times before in so many ways and convey just how much you mean to us?
An eternity of thank you.
Thank you for being so kind, so supportive, so thoughtful, so generous, so encouraging, so patient, so persistent, and so understanding.
Most of all thank you so much keeping our little shop going for nine years and for making it possible to look forward to our tenth.
I wont say good-bye because I'll be back here posting again soon, we will be opening at Christmas this year, and this isn't a good-bye post. It's simply so long for now, my friends.
From our home to yours, we wish you a very Happy and Wonderful Thanksgiving!
(And I lied. I'm a weepy mess. Oh well, I'll try again next year.)
Friday, October 6, 2017
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Let’s do a time warp back to Saturday morning of the August long weekend...
It was a grey, windy, cool, fall-like day; 16 degrees and rainy. A typical 2017 summer day. Our day here began at 3am. Let me just say, at 3am I will rise but I refuse to shine. We had a full morning ahead of us and it began with yours truly putting together lemon squares and then popping them into the oven to bake.
Have you ever overbaked something?
Have you ever burnt something in the oven?
Have you ever set something on fire in your oven?
We have… now.
After a few minutes I noticed the oven wasn’t at the right temperature. Oops. So I adjusted it and by adjusted it I mean turned it up.
Here’s a fun fact!
Did you know that when you raise the oven temperature the broil element comes on? Indeedy, it does. Did you also know that if you have something on the top rack it will scorch it? Indeedy, it does. And did you know that sugar is flammable?
We do now!
Let me set the scene – settle in, I’m going to take the scenic route…
Have you ever been the first one up on a summer morning. Stepped outside with your coffee and just stared at the sky, the lake, the dew kissed grass and felt an overwhelming oneness with the universe; with nature?
It’s so serene; it's mesmerizing.
That was Bill and I, pre coffee, standing in front of the oven watching those beautiful orange flames.
“That looks like it’s on fire,” I said.
“It sure does,” Bill replied.
And still we basked in the beauty for another moment before I said; “Oh crap, that’s on fire!”
Bill grabbed the oven gloves and tossed the flaming, charred, destroyed lemon square into the sink, doused it with water and tossed it into the garbage bin.
Now, I’m sorry I don’t have a picture for this post. The phone was in the house at the time and I didn’t think to go get it because THERE WAS A FIRE IN OUR OVEN!!!
Needless to say we were wide awake after that and did manage to have lemon squares that day… although we were short a tray.
Anyhoo, as they say; one person’s burnt lemon square is another person’s lesson not to raise oven temperature with something on the top rack.
It is so a real saying.
Have a fantabulous evening!
Monday, September 4, 2017
Sunday, September 3, 2017
So we woke up this morning to this damp, drizzling mess. While Bill took a short coffee break, I decided to find out what the blazes is going on.
I found Summer's place pretty much the way I found it last time, the grass a tangled mangled mess of weeds, dirt stained windows, nobody home and a notice to evict.
I went to find Mother Nature and she told me Summer is in rehab. Apparently there was an intervention. Spring and Autumn were there but Winter turned a cold shoulder and didn't show. Everyone took turns expressing how Summer's self medicating was having an effect on them and then Mother Nature read a letter explaining how Summer's behaviour was having a negative effect on 'everyone'.
So I went to visit Summer who looked much better than the last time. It turns out last year Summer burned itself out and now suffers from performance anxiety. "According to my therapist, I self medicated as a coping mechanism and I have learned to redirect my internal turmoil and turn it into positive energy."
"That's fantastic!" I said. "So, when can we expect to see the new you in action?"
"I'm not sure," Summer said. "It's, like, baby steps, you know. I think I need to do me for a while."
"Sure," I said. "You should go do yourself." And I walked out.
I didn't have much time, we still had cookies and macaroons to bake, but I wanted to know who was running this sh@t show.
I found Autumn, feet up, snoozing in a recliner, an old episode of "Northern Exposure" playing on the television.
"Hey!" I shouted. "What gives?"
"I still have a couple of weeks holiday," he mumbled. "My apprentice is taking care of things until the last day of Summer's season."
"So where is this apprentice?" I asked.
"Staying in Mother Nature's basement."
Oh great, a millennial.
I mean, for real. This seasonal wannabe was only about a thousand years old (give or take a century), slouched on a sofa bed, vaping and sporting a man bun.
"Excuse me," I said. "I realize you have a busy schedule to maintain given your current seasonal responsibilies."
I was met by a vacant stare (you know the one), and complete disinterest in my sarcasm. Instead I was lectured on the importance of a work to life ratio that I in quickly disregarded.
"Look, I said, you need to get your act together. What's with the single digit mornings and seriously, no one appreciates the graffiti on the trees."
"Uh, that's not graffiti," Autumn's apprentice groaned and then he opened his wind hole and this came out; "That's your problem, dude, you just don't understood anything about conceptual art because if you did you would see the tree as a metaphor and -"
I interrupted, expressing myself with a simple hand gesture; the concept being a tree standing alone in a field adding; "Insert metaphor where the sun doesn't shine."
And there you have it folks. As much as it burns my butter tart to say this; it looks like we'll just have to weather the weather whether we like it or not.
(I heard that.)
Enjoy your day!