Tag: food
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New Year’s Day – good luck/back luck -> Tradition vs Superstition
I don’t know about you, but my Facebook feed was filled with all the things I should and should not do today, eat and not eat, put out and not put out. It is dizzying. Eat 12 grapes at midnight. Black-eyed peas and cabbage. Don’t do laundry. Sweep, don’t sweep. Shower, don’t shower. Don’t take…
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Three people I had dinner with in 2025…
You never know when you last meal with someone will be. The night before Mom’s surgery, October 27, she wanted A&W. A Mama burger (with cheese) with fries, and a Sprite. We watched an episode of original Star Trek – Cloud Minders, I think. She ate the burger, half of the fries and only a…
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What I love about winter (despite the cold)!
Despite the fact I say ‘I hate winter’ everytime I get cold, I don’t really dislike winter (generally), though I am not crazy about being cold. Fresh snow, Christmas lights, hot chocolate – those are three things just off the top (of my head) that I really enjoy about wintertime! Food plays an important part…
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October Journal Challenge: Weekend Wrap up
I haven’t written in a few days, and while my intent was to write every day, I had to honour my brain. I sat down to write Friday and my selected topic (something interesting I’d noticed) and nothing seemed interesting (other than people’s bad driving habits). Saturday was things I was excited about for the…
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October Journal Challenge: Something that made me happy today!
I am writing this from The Fox Hotel & Suites in Banff National Park. We just got back from having dinner at the Chili’s Restaurant in the hotel (so much yum), I have a drink on the beside table, for the first time in weeks (if not months), the crazy ringing in my ears isn’t…
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Memory #20: Gramma’s buns
Gramma moved in with us after Grandpa died. Initially, she moved into my bedroom (and I moved into an open, unfinished space in the basement). The following summer, we built an addition onto the house for her. The “granny suite”. A suite, that after she passed away, all three of us kids lived in. From…
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Memory #41: Soup!
I love soup. One of my early childhood memories is enjoying a bowl of beef barley soup made by my grandmother. I remember her house in the city. It always smelled fresh and clean and a bit like lavender. The kitchen table was brown, and the chairs were a cream vinyl, the counters were arborite…
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