Thursday, August 31, 2006

The Last Days of Summer

August 26th Bowfest celebrations attracted many locals and visitors.

It is almost unofficially over. This will be the last weekend of the Bowen Summer Market. The last days of our little artisan family hanging out under the tents sharing our friendships and our lives. As it does every year at this time - a little twinge of sorrow strikes us all.

How we'll miss it so.

We will move onward with our lives - back to school, back to work, back to humdrum, until the Christmas show in December, where we hug, laugh and catch up on news over a glass of mulled apple cider or hot cocoa.

Until then...

Monday, August 28, 2006

The Last Straw

In my typical Monday morning comatose haste, I spilled coffee all over myself and my stupid bag containing my iPod, shoes and lunch. *scream* This was the straw that broke the camel's back and prompted me to finally go and purchase a new travel mug. Not just any old ugly mug, but a highly recommended, virtually leakproof Starbucks Memory Tumbler.

I didn't particularly fancy any of the designs offered by Starbucks and decided to Google for a template enabling the use of my own photos/graphics and found one here. Such a silly little thing has brought me much rejoice for those morning commutes, whether it's on the train or on the back of my bike in my trusty pannier. Tomorrow I will put it to the test as I jump the speed bumps and attempt to turn my Iced Latte into a Frappuccino® .

Current Tunes: Breakfast in America - Supertramp

Current Read: Heat - An Amateur's Adventures as Kitchen Slave, Line Cook, Pasta-Maker, and Apprentice to a Dante-Quoting Butcher in Tuscany by Bill Buford


Sunday, August 20, 2006

Naf Naf

Last night after a beautiful day at the Saturday market, we presented ourselves at Rob and Laurel's for their annual pig roast. Their newly renovated homestead overlooking the ocean and the mainland beyond was the perfect setting for this gathering of victuals and spirits.

It was not long before we were engaged in conversation with fellow foodies Julie and Christophe Langlois from Tuscany's and Park Heffelfinger of Memphis Blues BBQ House fame. Watching grown men salivate and get excited about cooking is sooo sexy!

The aroma of garden fresh rosemary and garlic emitting from this succulent other white meat was begging to be carved.

Served up with honest Southern fixins' of baked beans, potato salad, corn bread and slaw, there was barely room for one of Laurel's famous desserts. Because it just wouldn't be darn polite to say no, like gracious guests, we obliged.

Unlike Sweet Potato Queens, we rolled out like pumpkins in the wee hours of darkness hurtin' for some antacids and beauty sleep.

The soothing sounds of a man-made fountain outside our bedroom lulled us right to sleep. Only hours later, the vibrant sunlight peaked through the windows inviting us to wake up and take in the magnificent vista from the deck.

Since today was a planned and much needed vacation day away from the market, an alfresco brunch at Tuscany's was in order. Neither Jesee nor I are fans of pancakes, but we had to sample the very much talked about, Mother Theresa's Lemon & Ricotta Pancakes. As promised...they were simply divine. Italian folksongs sweetly playing in the background and Peach Bellinis gratis from co-owner and maitre d' extraordinaire, Julie was the icing on the slice of paradise we hope to one day call home.


Friday, August 18, 2006

iPod, therefore iBike

Not so typical summer weather and a bout of strep throat has kept me fairly low-keyed and off the saddle. Near full recovery, I needed some motivation and have finally clued in to what billions around the world already know.

Recently, Jesee upgraded his Nano to a 4 GB, so naturally I inherited my very own almost, just about, practically brand new 2-gigger. I never quite grasped this pop culture phenomenon...until NOW. Yes, you too can feel like an Übermodel, as the sidewalk becomes your catwalk. Work it baby, you own it.

What is more thrilling is riding with my iPod and how my commute has taken on a whole new mind trip. I never realized just how quickly the time passes, while climbing hills and cruising through the urban jungle. Somehow it lessens the need for road rage with careless drivers on their CrackBerries, when you're pedalling to some Balearic Beat or local DJ Andrew Pacey.

Who needs doping when you've got the power of music?


Sunday, August 13, 2006

Not So Charming

We were less than charmed when we discovered that one of our silver charm bracelets mysteriously disappeared from our table.

In an open message to the bangle bandit, we say, "You are responsible for your actions, beware of the Law of Karma".


Friday, August 11, 2006

Breakfast at Tuscany

For those of you who still haven't made it to the market at Bowen Island this summer, there are four more weekends left to check it out.

vitamin v, one of my favourite online dailies, pretty much sums up "things to do on Bowen", including a charming dining experience at Tuscany. I haven't tried Mother Theresa's Lemon & Ricotta Pancakes yet, but may I recommend the Eggs Benedict with Proscuitto?


A perfect escape for all ages, so what are you waiting for? Jump aboard the Queen of Capilano for a 20 minute voyage to the Gulf Islands own diamond in the rough!


Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Beautiful Food, Beautiful Boys

Presentation is half the battle - aromatic sweet basil leaves, succulent tomatoes and fresh buffalo bocconcini, finished with vibrant edible violets. This is one of many tasty eats served at Holly's birthday party last weekend.

All that was missing were the beautiful Abercrombie & Fitch boys, who happened to be shooting for the new catalogue with American photographer Bruce Webber over yonder at the Alder Cove Estate.

Like a pack of cougars sniffing about for prey, we prowled around their trailers only to discover they had gone out on le bateau. C'est dommage.

Why do I have the sudden urge to tear up my shirt and don some legwarmers?


I'm going on a manhunt - I'm out for a kill...