
When I go to Vancouver, I like to find a log and sit on the beach at Spanish Banks. I look across Burrard Inlet to the North Shore Mountains. To me, a born and raised Vancouverite, this is the quintessential view of the city.
The cluster of downtown buildings to the east is dwarfed against the mountains and sky. But it isn’t the freighters anchored in the inlet, I see, nor the swimmers or boaters that make the view. If you stare across the inlet, you can see the figure of a reclining woman, apparently asleep, her hands resting on her stomach. Grouse and Seymour mountains form her head and shoulders and the long slope eastward of the mountains form her lower torso and legs.
The city below the reclining woman is small and insignificant.
You may think I’m crazy. I admit, not everyone sees her. But others see her, as this article in the Jericho Sailing Centre’s newsletter attests. I consulted my old copy of Pauline Johnson’s (Tekahionwake) beautiful book, Legends of Vancouver.1 There is no mention of the reclining woman.
You have to look awhile to see the reclining woman, but once you find her shape, she will be with you always.
Breathing the city in her dreams
Looking across at her, it is easy to conjure the idea that she is breathing the city in her dreams. Those of us who live here are the shimmering images she sees in her slumber. The light sparkling on the blue water, reflecting off the glass towers, bridges and vast treed landscape. She is the sleeping watch woman, an image of grandeur, beauty and safe haven. The city and its residents are a mirage on the edge of the ocean.
She is always there. Despite how much Vancouver changes ‒ the traffic, congestion, construction, ethnicity and culture ‒ she gives the place a sense of permanence.
Jennifer and I moved to Pender nearly eight years ago. We kept an apartment in the city for a couple of years. We then sold it and moved our second residence to Victoria. When we left Vancouver, I had no idea how much I’d miss it.
Changing neighbourhoods, still the same
I love the neighbourhoods. The expansive Kitsilano, which, despite the burgeoning condos and luxury homes, still retains its gentle tree-lined streets and clusters of shops. The sky is wide above the maples and poplars along the boulevards. The neighbourhoods are a pleasing mishmash of tidy houses beside ramshackle ones with overgrown gardens.
Main Street, from Terminal, northwards is becoming an exciting hive of craft breweries, coffee shops and bakeries.
This past weekend, we stayed with friends in a new Olympic Village penthouse. It looked north across False Creek to the Georgia Viaduct, Rogers Arena, home of the NHL Canucks, B.C. Place, home of the CFL Lions and Science World at the end of the inlet. The area used to be a warren of warehouses and factories, almost a relic of the old logging days. It’s unrecognizable to me, now, but it’s thrilling to see the rejuvenation.
As we drove around, it was as if I suffered bouts of amnesia. A part of Broadway looked different and I couldn’t remember what used to be there. Other streets were familiar enough, but I missed important turn-offs, forgot routes and directions that used to be second nature.
Trying not to forget
The city tries to remember where it came from. Names for new buildings memorialize the ones that came before. A new development at Fourth and Bayswater is called the Black Swan, after the iconic used record store that occupied the corner for decades. I spent many a leisurely Saturday, there, flipping through LPs and listening to the latest music. A similar development at the corner of Sixteenth Avenue and Arbutus Street is called The Ridge, after the great second run movie theatre, where I first saw Julie Andrews in Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music.
That’s why I like to sit at Spanish Banks and pan the North Shore mountains. I watch the reclining woman breathing gently in her slumber, dreaming of what used to be and what is to become, dreaming of the golden city by the ocean. As long as I can see her, I can still recognize my city.
A new outlook for the Happy Monk Baking Company, a shift of focus from oven-to-home bread delivery to the community of the Pender Island Farmers Market [ See Link in Profile ]
Jan 29
A bread-fail last week produced great-tasting Sesame-Miso Frisbees or Umami Chapeaus! What to do with the remnants? Hard-bread, rusks, croutons, or what have you. And the Ravens get their fair share, too … O come to me Huginn and Munnin! Fill your beaks and carry my greetings and blessings to Odin! [ See link in my LinkTree in HappyMonk Profile ]
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Jul 21
Latest Happy Monk Blog: The World is Too Much With Us - In our little Island paradise, how to embrace all the beauty when the world is going to hell in a hand basket? ALSO: Baker`s Choice - Brown-Rice Miso and Sesame Sourdough [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Jul 17
Latest Happy Monk Blog: "A Bird Came Down the Walk," a brief flirtation with ChatGPT that was awkward but offered an exquisite poem by Emily Dickinson. [See LinkTree in Profile ]
Jul 3
Resurrected a couple of Salish Sourdough loaves forgotten inside Mildrith, the wood-fired oven. They emerged charred and hell-fired, sadly, so I took a knife to them and made them almost new again!
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Jun 9
Strongly recommend installing the Smell-O-Vision™ feature on your device to appreciate the aroma of these Rye-Currant Sourdough loaves, just out of the oven. Wish I could capture it in a jar, or make a scratch ‘n’ sniff postage stamp (like the recent French stamp commemorating the baguette). And this loaf tastes just as lovely as they look!
Jun 1
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Happy Monk Tidings - May 15, 2024 🍞 - BLOG REDUX: "Saving Grace"; BAKER`S CHOICE: Sprouted Purple Barley Sourdough; REGULAR: Seed Feast.
May 15
It’s late at night and chances are there’s a baker near you having fun with bread dough …
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May 5
All spelt, all the time … well, with a few glugs of maple syrup
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Apr 20
New Happy Monk Blog: Spring brings mixed blessings! A sense of loss, along with warmth and a new cast of light, "That Science cannot overtake / But Human Nature Feels." Westeros and Emily Dickinson`s sensitive heart. [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Apr 3
This little guy is a workhorse, plain and simple. A brute! Thursday, it milled over 27kg of incredible flour for a recipe that needed the freshest flour possible. And its output was beautiful. Wheat, spelt, rye and buckwheat. A larger mill could have handled that in a fraction of the time, but who’s complaining? Some amazing bread was the result, milled and mixed the same day. A Country Miche from an article by Eric Pallant @epallant in the Winter/Spring 2023 issue of Bread Lines.
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Mar 2
Latest Happy Monk Blog - The Living Rock Island – Our Little Corner of South Pender Island 🍞 [See LinkTree in Profile]
Feb 28
O, for a slice of raisin sourdough! that hath been
Warm’d a long age in the deep delvéd oven,
Tasting of Hestia and the ocean green,
Rest and a slow moving song and sunburnt mirth!
O for a loaf full of the warm South
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded raisins winking at the crumb,
And cinnamon-stainéd mouth;
That I might eat, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
— Apologies to John Keats for my butchery of his “Ode to a Nightingale”
Feb 25
At the outset of the Happy Monk Baking Company, I cherished those early mornings, working alone with Mildrith in the dark before the birds began their glorious morning chorus. The world was silent, unhurried. Mildrith and me, the trees, the solid earth, a passing deer, the baskets of bread dough waiting for the oven.
Going to work in the pre-dawn hours was something bakers did, I thought. They sacrificed sleep and delivered their bread early to appreciative customers. It was a romantic notion on my part, a naïve commitment to the baking trade without fully understanding the consequences, i.e. sleep debt.
It was satisfying to have loaves ready for some customers before noon; it was a triumph! But by the time most of the bread was ready for delivery, bagged and labelled, my eyelids were growing heavy, my mind fuzzy, my body slowing down.
And it wasn’t safe driving up-island.
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Feb 1
Milling a little corn to mix in with some marinated olives before they go into a tapenade infused dough. Big olive flavour … plus a rare shot of Mildrith, the wood-fired oven!
Nov 19
Happy Monk Tidings - November 15, 2023 BAKER`S CHOICE this week: Olive Sourdough Loaf; AND: An Emotional Weather Report [ See LinkTree in Profile ] 🍞
Nov 15
Happy Monk Tidings - November 1, 2023 🍞 - BAKER`S CHOICE: Sourdough Sandwich Loaf; BLOG: Don`t Let That Wonder Lawyer Tell You It`s Not Real Bread! [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Nov 1
Dylan Thomas, one of my muses, would have been 109 years old this Friday, Oct. 27. One of a small-handful of poets whose words are cherished and summoned often for their music and wisdom. They soothe, they sing, they evoke. I`ll be thinking of him this bread day, under "the mustardseed sun"….. and the "switchback sea"…. as he "celebrates and spurns his driftwood thirty fifth wind turned age."
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Happy Monk Tidings - October 25, 2023 🍞 - BAKER`S CHOICE - Sprouted Emmer Sourdough; BLOG: Happy Birthday, Dylan Thomas! [See LinkTree in Profile ]
Oct 25
Happy Monk Tidings - October 18, 2023 - 🍞: BAKER`s CHOICE: Seedy Spelt and Rye Bread; BLOG: It Starts With Wonder? What`s That?
Oct 18
Happy Monk Tidings - October 11, 2023 BAKER`S CHOICE: Potato Rosemary Bread; BLOG: Swimming with Otters 🍞
Oct 11
Happy Monk Tidings - BLOG: Abundance: Season of Apples; Baker`s Choice: Pender Island Apple Bread with Pender Apples and Twin Island Cider - October 4, 2023 🍞 [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Oct 4
Happy Monk Tidings - September 27, 2023 🍞 - BAKER`S CHOICE THIS WEEK: Harvest Bread; BLOG: Positively Fourth Avenue - [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Sep 27
Happy Monk Tidings - September 20, 2023 🍞 - BAKER`S CHOICE: Garlic Levain Bread; BLOG: Harumph! Author Says Leave the Baking to the Professionals! [ See LinkTree in Profile ]
Sep 20
A hefty Country Miche, formula from Breadlines published by Bread Bakers Guild of America. Hefty in size, hefty in flavour. Four flours (Sifted Metchosin Wheat, Rye, Buckwheat, Spelt), a super-active levain and an intense crust colour. I think I’m addicted! It’s kind of finicky, though, and trying to work out a reasonable schedule to produce 40 loaves for Happy Monk customers.
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Sep 14
Oh yes I can see her! I often played a game with the kids , finding shapes in the mountains and the clouds . Because of this we called Mt. Curry ” sorry Mountain” wen we lived in Pemberton. It was always changing with the snow cover coming and going.