Just made this. It’s a favourite holiday loaf. I like loafs because they require two bowls, no electric mixing devices and little patience. Just measure, mix and pour. This particular recipe requires that you like a bit of tartness (or a lot of tartness, depending on your tart-tolerance). My two year-old eats around the cranberries and makes the most adorable sour-face when she misses. Hours of family fun.
I always add about 1/4 cup more milk to make the batter a bit looser. Not sure it’s necessary but it helps when pouring into the loaf pan and makes me feel like everything’s ok in the world.
Now for the Charlie Brown Christmas tunes and David’s Peppermint tea…
I’ve been having thoughts about re-kindling the Champagne Wednesdays blog.
Perhaps it was last nights glass of Blue Mountain at Hawksworth? Something about the near-but-not empty lounge at 4pm on a weekday, the handsome husband sitting across from me, the lack of complimentary nuts (someone needs to report these deficiencies!), the snow-umbrella weather?
We have a new bubble-baby working her way to the surface. She is expected to make her grand arrival in the next couple of weeks.
We also have a big move on the horizon. I like to keep things busy when I’m expecting.
I shall see what comes of my attempted revival…until then, drink up!
Last week, Ash and I went to our halfway ultrasound to meet our little…girl! To celebrate, we hosted a small dinner party with two pre-purchased boxes of pink and blue cupcakes to unveil at dessert. It was a moment I will always remember when we flipped the lid open, revealing 4 frosted pink cupcakes, and everyone screamed. I am so glad we did it that way.
The ultrasound photos showed us a healthy, upside down, thumb sucker (who happens to be kicking me as I type this). She may or not have the exact same profile as Ash (I think she does). I have to admit, the day after our ultrasound, as exhilerated and breathless as I was with the idea of having a daughter, I was a little sad too for the little boy who almost was – we spent so much time imagining both a girl and a boy.
But now my thoughts are full of girl – and all the wonders that entails. There are so many things I want to do, show, give, experience with our little girl, including the Saturday night we spent walking the seawall at English Bay and our beautiful Sundays on the patio and how much I love her father.
Off to Saskatchewan this week. The edge of the Canadian shield. To see the lines laid out where Jaimie and Al will build a house. To put my feet in cool lake water. To see what half a bison in a freezer looks like, finally.
On Saturday, Ash felt his first kick, strong as a buffalo butting its head into a gate. Thankfully, baby was not poisoned by all the sour milk we were drinking. An important lesson learned: switching brands does not mean milk should taste that funny. It’s like we don’t know what anything should taste like anymore…except for vegetables. Crisp and clear in my mind have returned all those carrots, cucumbers and peas picked from my parent’s concrete backyard in East Vancouver. Now more than ever, those childhood memories returning, as if the best parts of me are being chosen and stitched into this life inside.
Just over two weeks until our midway ultrasound. Are you a boy or a girl? I want to know but I love the mystery of you all at the same time.
Tiny bubbles bursting in slow motion against my muscles. A light percussion under my skin. There you are. And here I am. At 15 weeks, I finally have the urge to post again. An urge nearly as strong as the fatigue that pushed against my every step like a strong wind for weeks. I wake this morning to a clearer understanding of the lifespan of fruit, clinging with all its might to the fingertip of a tree, growing heavier every second with the fullness of its own perfection.
Then, a card in the mail from a perfect friend. She is right. The glowing comes slowly, but all that orange fire on the horizon has me sitting as still as a child in a boat. Morning moves into place, and suddenly I am somewhere near the afternoon of this pregnancy. I welcome myself back with words while I have them. So much of this perfection is unwritten amazement.
I hope and plan to get back to posting. I have missed this little place.