Cooking with Kenny: Mussels Marinara with Wayfayers Beer Bread

A while back while visiting Wayfayers’ Ale Society in Port Williams, Nova Scotia we were bestowed with a beer bread recipe from Colleen, one of the most personable, and delightful servers we have ever met.  We came home that day with their Ruby Ale Irish Red (all of their beer is brewed on site), and the very best intentions to make her delicious bread.

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Planning the Farm

“Tell me, what is it that you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

Mary Oliver

This time last year I was in midst of facilitating a move across the country.  Obsessively, I checked new real estate listings, made sure our favourites were still available while keeping a close eye on the market at home, looking for any clues about how the sale of our house would unfold. Read More

Welcoming Winter

When I was a kid I hated getting up for the school bus.  Especially in the winter.  I would strategically set my alarm clock-radio ahead ten minutes, and allow for an excessive amount of snoozes.  I’d begrudgingly get up at the last, possible moment when the red numbers began to climb to the end of the hour, precisely the time my bus would arrive.

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Cooking with Kenny, the Pasta Edition!

The first time I went to Kenny’s house I saw the Pasta Queen, an old-fashioned pasta roller with a hand crank.  It sat neatly on the counter, arranged with several cookbooks behind it.  I was just getting to know him, and I knew he loved food, but we hadn’t even scratched the surface on his talents in the kitchen.  I was awestruck that my burly, six-foot-two, handsome, tattooed boyfriend, owned, and operated a pasta making machine. Read More

November

Before we packed up our life to come here I felt an intensity comparable to waiting in line for my very first rollercoaster ride.  There I was, I had made up my mind that I was finally going to do it, but alas, I was 587th in line on the hottest day of the year.  I was definitely tall enough to get on the ride, and had spent most of my life, since being tall enough, trying to avoid that very situation.  After a handful of hopeless and horrifying ordeals on ordinary fair-spinny-rides I had written off all amusement rides indefinitely.  Fear or not, something finally assembled itself within me and brought me to the back of that far-reaching line.  Waiting.  The heat amplified by the asphalt,  rose up from my feet and sweltered around my overwrought brain.

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Chickens With A View

I spend an abundance of my time looking up at the sky.  At the end of each day is a collection of moments where I paused and admired the dynamic atmosphere above, and obliged to it’s grounding prophecy.  The speed at which the harvest clouds travel across the sky, the way the sun says goodbye everyday, the bounty of constellations that scatter themselves ubiquitously, and everything in between.  I am in awe.

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The Chickens Are Coming

Our little chicken barn is in rough shape.  There’s a hole in the roof, the outside siding has seen better days, and the door may open and close one more time before it plummets off the hinges and crumbles.  Before we moved in we concluded that we’d tear it down, and make use of the big barn for all of our farming needs.  We weren’t going to need two barns anyway.  It’s a bit of an eyesore.

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Kenny’s Pizza

My love… He builds stuff, he fixes stuff, he get’s up early to feed the cats in the morning, and he makes the best pizza.  This is his tried and true recipe, and like all good recipes these measurements are approximate, because he just knows what to do.  This recipe is the equivalent of Kenny’s favourite fishing spot, it’s his go-to, and ultimate crowd pleaser.  Much like his love for catching the finest fish, he’s happy to share and teach his secrets to anyone wanting to learn.

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Tuna Ceviche

In celebration of the present moment, and the beautiful days of summer, here’s something that I could eat every single day, and tastes like summer in every bite.

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Reflection of an Eclipse

My new life happens in two week blocks.  Every other Friday is garbage day, and the day I bottle my kombucha.  On that day Kenny and I marvel at how the time has gone by since the last garbage day and reflect on all the progress we’ve made, and the progress that we wished we would have made in the past two weeks.

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The Tractor

If you were to tell me when I was nine years old that in 25 years I would own a house with a wood stove, and enjoy stacking wood, I would have rolled my eyes so far back in my head I’d be blind.  I remember my parents pleading, yelling at my brother and I to get up off our asses and go attend to the pile of wood in the driveway and haul it up by the house.  It was, without a question my least favourite chore.  However, this week our first two bush cords of wood arrived, and I took immense satisfaction in the procurement of my wood pile.  Maybe I just needed better scenery.

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Fresh Air and Blueberries

Every once in a while a simple moment takes me away to a former occasion where I savoured the remarkably familiar nuances of life.  It just so happens these heart-stirring occurrences have been happening a little more frequently lately, and they’re rather fortuitous.  There’s a good chance I’m walking around grinning like an idiot, but it’s true what they say about east coasters; Everybody is really nice here, and so far they’re all smiling back at me.

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