I'm not going to apologize for not writing as much as usual this week. Sometimes I need to take breaks. And other times, I just don't feel like cooking. That's what this week has been. But I have some ground beef defrosting in the fridge and perhaps I'll make a meatloaf and share my recipe … Continue reading Grief. Time doesn’t heal all wounds.
Yesterday morning as I sat around moping and deciding what to do for the day in terms of food, I texted my bro in law to wish the family a Happy Thanksgiving. We haven't always gotten along in the past but in the past few years with caring for dad - we've really bonded. Color … Continue reading I’m craving my mum’s chicken pot pie
The other night, I was feeling senitmental about music from my childhood. I mentioned Vera Lynn in a post about music from the "early days". Music that my grandfather and mother loved. My mother was born and raised in London, England until she was fourteen. The family moved to Canada and if you asked her, … Continue reading We’ll Meet Again
It's day three of sitting in an condo with very little heat. I'm just grateful that my bedroom is still warm. The rest of the place, including my faux leather recliner feels like an ice box. I absolutely despise wearing socks of any kind at home, so my feet freeze as soon as they hit … Continue reading Comfort Food
I never got to meet my grandfather Otto. He was a freedom fighter in Denmark during World War II. He was also sent to a concentration camp in Germany for two years because of his actions. He was a war hero. And it was the staple for my family moving to Canada - specifically Edmonton. … Continue reading Grief: On this day, I remember.