Day 13: Wildlife

J:

“Nature.  Sinus pain hurts less with wine.”

 

M:

“Jackson in our yard!  That’s the Canadian Shield behind him.”

 

A:

“Nature – walking down my street.  Such a gorgeous day!”

Day 12: Our Ride

J:

“My new wheels.  It PARKS ITSELF.”

M:

“Stan!”

A:

“My transportation.  Much more reliable than sketchy subway #TOflood.”

Day Eleven: What’s In Our Bag

J:

“iPad, iPad charger, sunglasses, wallet, a whole lot of makeup that I don’t use (three lipglosses, and four cover up/foundations…WTH), car keys, oil change voucher and the bill of sale to MY NEW CAR.”

M:

“Lip balms, passport, wallet and sunglasses. Not pictured, iPhone, since it’s how I take my pics!”

A:

“And yet my bag feels like it weighs 5000 pounds…”

Day Ten: Nature

J:

“The renovations at the house start today. And with that we see our old green toilet thrown into a trailer outside.”

M:

“Walking by the river this morning.”

A:

“Nature shot: Flowers on my back patio.”

Day Nine: What We’re Listening To

J:

“Second thing I do after I get to work, start listening to CBC radio.  The morning line up is usually not so bad- but I do have my guilty pleasure…I kind of adore the gardener they have on the “Ontario Today” show every week.  I’m not a gardener, but he captures my attention every time with his cray-cray knowledge of every shrub, flower and seed.”

M:

“New City and Colour album.”

Text 2 minutes later:

“Now I’m bored.”

A:

“Christian Louboutin addressing the crowd at the opening party for his exhibit!  Short and sweet.  Apparently the French ‘don’t make speeches’.”

Day Eight: Our Breakfast

J:

“Tortilla, with egg, a little bit of cheese and salsa.  I have late starts on Wednesday, I can make eggs!”

M:

“Coffee.  Always coffee.  And this is a breakfast bar that I love to make; oats, honey, pb, banana, hemp protein, flax seeds, cinnamon, etc.”

A:

“Breakfast of champions!”

Day Seven: Our Handbags

J:

“Not to brag, but I do carry two bags.  On the left, a raspberry work tote from Dooney and Bourke.  The right hand side, my Kate Spade bag.  The Kate Spade bag is what I carry my lunch in.  Seriously.”

M:

“Tano for Barneys- got it in Florida in March. I’ll take a black leather handbag over any other.”

A:

“Old Navy circa 5 years ago.  I still get compliments on it!”

Day 6: What We Read

J:

“It’s not very cerebral. Let’s leave it at that.”

M:

“The Canadian Tire flyer. Welcome to shopping in the North.”

A:

“Just finished reading this book by JK Rowling, the one that isn’t Harry Potter. It was a little meh.”

Strawberry Season, by j

(*We’re taking a weekend break from our photo challenge.  Mostly because I can’t be trusted to be home on a weekend night now that I’ve gotten rid of Saturday shifts)

With June comes STRAWBERRY SEASON!

I wait for the news from the local strawberry field that picking has begun.  After a tequila soaked Friday night a friend and I made plans to go out and pick some of those beauties up.

So, after a full night of sleep I was picked up by my friend (with her 6 month old in tow) and we traveled across the city to the strawberry farm.

It was packed, filled with families and older folks who wanted strawberries.  We opted for the “already picked” strawberries- we could have gone into the field but who does that?  I vote that we wait until the six month old can walk and have him do it for us.

When we got to the strawberry line it wasn’t too long.  But before long it we stopped moving.  And then a very earnest 18 year old climbed on a ladder and made the announcement- they were out of the strawberries, and we would have to wait for the pickers to go to another field and start picking.  We were in for a 20 minute wait.  We had absolutely no issue with that, especially since we weren’t the ones picking them.  And we had a very smile-y baby to play with while we waited the extra 20.

But the crowd did start to grow behind us.  And the 18 year old made another appearance, giving an update to the throngs that had arrived behind us.  He then went on to tell us that these strawberries (Albion) are “eating strawberries” and not for making jam (that should be made with “Wendy” or “Jule” strawberries).  Also, they would be limiting purchases to 4 quarts (1/2 flat) to each person. We heard the groans of the strawberry deprived behind us.

They were also pushing the homemade strawberry sundaes at 10:30am. Which some of the older folks were not impressed with.  Some of them thought a pre-lunch sundae was inappropriate.  I’m all:

We were served fairly quickly, and we bought a flat with the aim to split the 8 quarts.  Happy time!

And then as were were walking to the car through the mass of people waiting to buy their strawberries, my friend carrying her happy baby and me carrying 8 quarts of strawberries.

As I passed one surly character I heard him say: We’ll THAT’S more than 4 quarts.

I couldn’t stop myself.  My response: Settle down, it’s four each and there are plenty of strawberries for you to pick if you want.

Boom.  Walk away, don’t look back.

Who do you think you are?  If you are really itching for some strawberries either a) get up early or b) get yo’ ass out there and pick your own berries.

If I could do it with a mild tequila hangover I’m pretty sure you can make it happen.

So, I went back to pick up my car at my friend’s house (the tequila drinking forced me to cab it home the night before), and came home with these puppies:

And so I did a few things right away- froze a quart of whole berries, sliced a quart for breakfast (ok, let’s be honest, ice cream), covered a few in yogurt and froze them, and left a quart for snacking.  And for the last quart I made something exciting.  Something I haven’t had since I was a kid- I made my own popsicles.

Better than that, I made 3 ingredient popsicles.

Pretty simple, sweeten plain yogurt with Fort Frances honey, slice some strawberries and layer the heck out of it.

Freeze them for a while, and this is what you get:

Delicious.

 

 

Day Five: Our Front Door

J:

“I’ve just returned from a BBQ and spa afternoon that finished with me drinking far too much tequila and needing to cab it home.  Here’s what the glass front door looks like after I stumble home.”

M:

“Here’s my front door. It has those sweet blinds that are encased in glass so they never get dusty. Also, a keypad lock, which makes me feel authoritative, like a manager at a fast food restaurant, or a government personnel at the White House.”

A:

“One of three doors into my place.”