When she’s smelling sweet, I’m in love! When she doesn’t smell right, I worry what’s wrong. Is it something I said? Something I forgot to do? Sometimes she’ll be smelling good, but she doesn’t rise, or her bubbles just don’t look right. She doesn’t use her words very well, so we have to communicate on the unspoken level.… Continue reading
I was well in to my bread delivery rounds, yesterday, somewhere in Pender Island’s Magic Lake Estates, when I realized I was not feeling in the peak of health. The Magic Lake sub-division is a labyrinth of winding roads with pirate-themed street names. Jolly Roger Crescent, Foc’sle Road, Galleon Way … the list goes on.
Rye is an alluring grain that nevertheless gets overlooked by its domineering cousin, wheat. Even other ancient grains such as spelt and durum have a higher profile. On Pender Island, it is easy to find these flours, but nary a bag of dark rye flour.… Continue reading
It was an honour and it was unexpected. I was invited some weeks ago to be an “artist” in the South Pender Island Easter Art Walk, a long-standing tradition in this part of the world. Painters, jewellers, fabric artists and craftspeople open their studios to show their work to Islanders and visitors.… Continue reading