You know what they say, when the going gets tough, the tough start baking. This morning I noticed black billowing smoke in the distance and figured this is it, another fire. That’s what happens when there’s a province-wide emergency and you’ve been evacuated before for fire. Your nerves go.
But it turns out a condominium burned down, and that’s what caused that huge plume of black smoke. I feel bad for the poor people who had to be evacuated and lost all their stuff. But in the meantime, I just had to start baking to calm my nerves.
Alice, my pal from the Liberal executive, gave me two huge zucchinis, so I made two loaves, one the normal variety with spices and the other with chocolate. They’re currently in the oven filling the kitchen with that lovely smell of home baked goods.
And for the past while I’ve been immersing myself in Friends, starting with episode 1, and so every night I get to sing the theme song four or five times. The dog just loves it as it really does put one in a relaxed and happy mood.
And why not, as the show began in 1994 when life was good. Clinton and Chretien were in power, and the economy was roaring. I got Arnie in 1995. I have a lot of nostalgia for the 90’s. Even the idea of a summer filled with forest fire haze was unthinkable then.
Today Nicky came by with their adorable mutt, Fuji, and he upset Louie as usual, just by his mere presence. Louie just cannot stand that young dog, and the dog worships Louie so it’s one of those unfortunate relationships. The little dog crouches, wagging, inches from Lou’s face, and Lou just gets up and walks away.
Nicky, Haruka and Fuji are coming for dinner tomorrow so Louie will be upset once again. Then we’re off to the Buddhist temple for a Japanese festival and I’ll get to watch Haruka performing in her drumming group.
For more stress reduction, I have plans to make a proper Black Forest cake for my birthday party next week. I bought Kirsch which is de rigueur, and it requires one uses ripe cherries and not the ghastly pie cherries used in some places. That isn’t a proper Black Forest cake.
I also found a divine recipe for chicken liver pate, which I’ll make and freeze so that I can give it to mom. She had her mouth set on it the last time I visited, and when I arrived she said where’s the pate? I said to her she’d told me she had plenty of food in the place so I didn’t bother making it. That was a mistake, obviously, as one always has room for pate.
Last week I made a cherry fool which is just pitted cherries cut in half and mixed with whipping cream, which I gave to Haruka to take home to Nick. She was here with the hound from hell and I babysat him as she shopped. God knows neither Lou nor Fuji can be left unattended as they’re too precious.
And the final stress reliever is a tablespoon or two of my very own honey, which is laden with honeycomb and supposedly very healthy. I should be as calm as a cuke.