A Fine Weekend Indeed

This past weekend was quite pleasant. The weather cooperated in being nice and warm without actually being very hot and I managed to get a lot done.

The ongoing trucker strike is keeping a lot of the containers at the Port of Vancouver idle including some of the produce imported by the local grocery chains; what is in the stores looks a little tired. Fortunately, on Saturday morning we got to the farmer’s market at Trout Lake and stocked up on lots of fresh fruit and vegetables for this week.

Saturday evening, we managed to get out for the evening and enjoy the Illuminares at Trout Lake. My daughter was particularly captivated by the fire weaver show, shrieking with delight and clapping with glee. It was way past her bedtime by no way she was going to be missing any of the fun! Public Dreams is a group that promotes and puts on public spectacles. They have been very successful with their events at Trout Lake and it seems to be getting larger every year.

Sunday was a good day for getting things done. I slept in, despite good intentions of getting up early, but went for my bicycle ride around Stanley Park along the seawall and back and had a nice late brunch of croissants, generously dosed with the Straßbourg terrine from Oyama on Granville Island. I then went out to Magnet Hardware on Commercial Drive. This is an independently owned Home Hardware, and the staff there is fabulous! They know their stock, and if you go in and say, “I need a ___”, they will take you to the right spot in the store and show you their selection. Anyways, I finally spent the money on a turkey deep fryer! For $139, I got the complete kit with outdoor burner, 30qt pot with insert, turkey stand, and the all-important deep-frying thermometer. I’m not sure exactly when I’ll do a turkey, but in the interim I have a lot of veal bones and chicken parts waiting to be turned into stock, and when I do canning later this summer, there’s no reason I can’t do it outside.

After the shopping trip, S and I went to La Casa di Gelato over on Venables. They boast over 168 flavours of gelato – everything from vanilla to pear & Gorgonzola and back again. My favourite flavour of ice cream has always been pistachio, and they make a nice one here. I also like many of their other flavours, including the aforementioned pear & Gorgonzola, basil Pernod, and, yes, dill pickle! Of course, these novelty flavours are best as samples – I’ve never had an entire scoop of them.

I managed to clean out the garage and get all the recycling down to the depot and most importantly get our lawn furniture! My reward was I spent part of the afternoon sitting outside under my pear tree, reading my latest issue of Gastronomica, listening to the birds at the feeder, enjoying the shade and drinking wine spritzers; when you make your own wine, making spritzers out of it is a fine thing to do on a hot day indeed.

Tonight, we’re hosting a barbecue for H&M and our good friend T who’s visiting from Montreal with her beau; we haven’t seen T since she moved to McGill to take up a professorship, almost two years! It will be nice to see her again and to meet V, of whom we have heard many nice things.

The Hundred Mile Diet Revisited

The Hundred Mile Diet series on The Tyee has had its second installment posted, this time on the subject of trying to find chicken eggs that are not only from local organically farmed sources, but also fed from local feed – as the authors discovered, most of the organic chicken in the lower mainland is getting their feed from Alberta.

There are two items I will comment on.

One is from the article itself where the authors state:

“The strange fact is that vegetarianism as commonly practiced is, like the rest of the industrial food system, propped up by the globalization of food and everything that it entails, including a total disconnection between food consumers and producers, and the cataclysmic ecological costs of shipping food around the world.”

The statement from the article is actually several ideas rolled up into one, but let’s begin with the idea that shipping food around the world has “cataclysmic ecological costs”. Ladies and Gentlemen, we have here a fine example of hyperbole.

We live in a highly urbanized society, and the fact is that almost everything we city-dwellers wish to buy has to be transported to us; this is accomplished, shockingly enough, through some combination of rail, truck, and airplane!

It should then come as no surprise that there is a disconnection between consumers and producers. I live in an urban part of Vancouver, a block or so away from a nexus of busy streets (one of which is a trucking route) and Skytrain. The main reason I have any connection to what I eat is that I am passionate about food. I take the time and effort to make wise food choices.

In terms of the ecological shipping costs, the solution lies in educating and informing the public, and putting our money where our mouths are. I generally don’t shop at Safeway since most of their produce comes from the US; but this also begs the question of whether it is ok or not to buy hothouse tomatoes in February. Is it?

It’s all well and good to ask the questions the authors asking, but it seems to me they are taking a good idea to its unreasonable extreme.

The other item is from a commentator who goes by the handle Fiat Lux who responded to the article with the opening salvo:

“Trade is a necessary fact of life, but commerce for profits is not trade.”

Our societal model is based in no small part on the writings of the philosopher John Locke. Two of the tenets put forth by Locke are the notions of the earth held in common and the right to private property. This may seem to be contradictory at first, but they are actually complementary. The second notion, of private property, is of key importance to this discussion.

If I am a manufacturer of widgets, then I want to trade the product of my labour, widgets, for goods and services I need. As a civilization, we long ago created a very cool tool called money! I sell my widgets for money, and I spend money to buy what I want.

Ah, but then we have to address the notion of commerce for profit.

If trade is a necessary part of life, but profit is bad, then I should only make as many widgets as I need to sell to meet my needs and break even. This is ridiculous. Perhaps there is a great need of widgets and I have the capacity to fill that need. Why then should I not make as many widgets as I can sell and then keep the “profit” of my labours (being the difference between what I have earned from selling my widgets and spending on my needs)? That, my friends, is trade.

Now I return to Locke’s notion that we own the earth in common. We do. We all need to live on this fragile planet and share the resources. The best way we can do that is make sensible choices about the resources we use to minimize our impact. This includes trying whenever reasonable and possible to buy food that’s local, seasonal, fresh and raised in a sustainable manner. This includes both organic and traditional agricultural methods.

Reinvention

The Oxford English Dictionary defines reinvention as a derivative of the transitive verb reinvent; according to the etymological data, the first cited use was in 1719.

Several people I know have been through or are undergoing a reinvention process.

My friend S is someone I have known since high school; of all the people I know and still keep in touch with, I’ve known him the longest.

This week he started a job at Emily Carr, doing exactly the kind of work he’s been hoping to do since he reinvented himself. After working as a programmer, a job he grew increasingly disenfranchised with, he quit. Unlike other people I know who’ve also quit jobs they didn’t like, he had a plan. He wanted to do something completely different, and the route, though expensive and time-consuming, has led him to where he is today.

It takes a lot of guts to pack up your life, with no safety net, and start afresh in a completely different career. So, kudos and congratulations my friend, you deserve it.

Reinvention is on the mind of another good friend of mine; J recently interviewed for a job that would suit him perfectly. Should that not pan out, he has a number of ideas he’s considering, among them going to culinary school.

My friend L has recently begun her own reinvention; chrysalis like, she has vanished from our social circle and gone into a virtual cocoon of introspection and sorting her life out. I’m very interested in the outcome.

My own reinvention is taking me on a meandering and enjoyable path. After taking a philosophy course (existentialism as it happens) through continuing studies at Langara, I developed a philosophically informed life plan; it’s a document that I keep with me. It details my core beliefs, my goals, my own rules for living a sane existence, and things that give me pleasure.

Putting these kinds of things in writing is actually a very difficult exercise, but ultimately it’s been very rewarding. Presently, I know what goals are really important to me, like my masters program at SFU, so I make choices about my time and effort that gravitate me towards my goals. I think part of the difficulty in writing it down is the implicit commitment it calls for. If nothing else, I'm now very interested in philosophy.

About once a year, I re-write my life plan. Things change; goals and beliefs that were important to me a year ago may have slipped down a notch or two on the priority list (or be chucked out wholesale). My current sheet has many annotations on it and it’s time for an update and cleanup. Some of my goals have been accomplished, some need adjusting, a few are going to be dropped, and a few new ones have popped onto my radar.

This weekend, I hope, I will have the opportunity to sit somewhere peaceful and quiet and tinker.

The 2005 Vancouver Folk Music Festival

This past weekend was the 28^th Vancouver Folk Music Festival, and also marked the fourth year in a row I’ve attended. My wife, daughter, and I spent the better part of Saturday and Sunday there, and like last year, we skipped the evening concerts. My daughter had a great time, running, dancing, going up to strangers and stealing their sunscreen, and climbing into other people’s chairs and sitting there with a smug look on her face; it was very amusing.

For the uninitiated, the Folk Fest starts on Friday night with a big concert on the main stage. On Saturday and Sunday, there are seven stages scattered around Jericho Park with music going from about 10am until almost 6pm, with a big evening concert taking place on the main stage. Of the seven stages, stage 1 is in the children’s area and has acts that cater to the younger set (but with adult appeal all the same).

I’ve always had fun at the Folk Fest, but for my wife it’s the must do event of the summer. Our best friends H&M and J&E are also in that camp, the latter having been volunteers there since forever (at least 12 years if not longer).

Once again, I enjoyed this year and last a lot more than the first two. This has little to do with the event and the artists present, but rather with time and energy. On Saturday we were on site from 10am until almost 6pm, and on Sunday from 10am until a little after 4pm. Prior to that it was an exercise in endurance: Friday from 6-10pm, Saturday and Sunday from 10am-10pm.

Some things that continue to impress me:

The Folk Fest thrives on its strong corps of volunteers. Indeed, according to J&E, if you even wanted to volunteer, you’d probably end up on a waiting list. One of the consequences is that this is impeccably well organized and run; although I will digress for a moment and admit there are often delays at the various stages, but those are de rigueur when you have three of four groups on stage at the same time and everyone needs to get their instruments hooked up and sound checked, repeat every hour or so per stage throughout the day. If nothing else, it lends a lovely consistency and continuity to the proceedings, and the volunteers have all been friendly, approachable and helpful.

There's an assortment of musicians and groups. Pretty much no matter your particular musical interest, there's bound to be something you find interesting – or, as I like to put it, "something to please and offend everyone". There's a lot of opportunity to discover artists and styles you've never heard before (and to listen and seek out old favourites too). And with seven stages, if you don't like what's going on where you are, you can go check out what's going on somewhere else!

Some things that disappointed me this year:

Two years ago, my wife noticed a baby change station near the first aid tent and she said at the time “That will come in handy”. Last year, we didn’t need to use it, as infants are neither messy nor mobile enough to really need it. This year though, we needed it. We went in search of it, but none of the volunteers knew where it was; we finally asked at information services and they said it wasn’t there anymore. It’s marked on all the maps though. Oops.

However, as irritants go, it could have been much worse.

One final note about the festival itself – the festival is in debt. Deep debt. $450K in the red. J&E and others in the know were telling us we’d better enjoy this year as it might well be their last. They do have a debt retirement plan in place, they’ve made some cutbacks in some areas that have ensured no net operating loss for this year, but it’s still not looking rosy.

Right then, the all-important part of the Folk Fest, the music!

Saturday

One of the first things we saw was a collaborative workshop between Dòchas, Karan Casey, and Le Vent du Nord. The latter was one of my favourite from last year; they’re a group from Québec who play a lot of up-tempo traditional tunes from la belle province. Dòchas is a quintet of girls and one guy from Scotland, and Karan Casey is from Ireland. They all have fiddle players in their midst and it was a lot of fun to watch them play together.

After an early lunch, we saw what was for us one of the highlights of the festival, the Danish fiddle/guitar partnership of Haugaard & Høirup teaming up with the Danish singers Karen & Helene. They’d worked together before, as was quite apparent from their musical collaboration, and it was a real delight. It’s a shame that they don’t have a CD out of their work together – I guess I’ll just have to play their respective CD’s at the same time.

We then headed for the shade at stage 1 to see a chap named Boris Sichon who put on quite the one-man act with all manner of percussion and woodwind instruments for the kids. It was a lot of fun, although if he had three or four other people on stage with him, it would have been something to knock your socks off.

3pm saw us in the shade at stage 2 to see the Jaipur Kawa Brass Band. This troupe from India were very entertaining indeed, and once their show was over, they walked off stage and held a procession through the crowd, tooting and drumming their way back to their dressing rooms.

Our final event of the day was seeing Le Vent du Nord doing a concert at stage 1. I really like these guys – they always have a lot of fun and they can PLAY!

Sunday

Sunday morning, my wife and daughter took the bus and I rode my bicycle with a trailer in tow with all our gear. It’s only 14km, and I had someone to ride with. Towing a trailer was even more work than I’d expected, but I still managed to sustain an average of 20km/h the entire way (bike computers, gotta love ‘em!). I have to say that it was very nice indeed to have the Chariot with us on the Sunday. Perhaps next year we’ll cycle en famille.

Sunday morning at 10am, we saw a fabulous collaboration between Haugaard & Høirup, Dòchas, and Oliver Schroer (“Reely Good Tunes”). Oliver Schroer is a Vancouver fiddle player, although he doesn’t play anything most people would recognize. He is an amazing musician, very talented, and plays a very unusual 5-string fiddle, both electronic and acoustic. He is a producer and seemingly involved in any musical happenings in BC. They played tunes in turn and at the end of the show played together (of course). I couldn’t think of a nicer way to spend the morning.

We stayed at the stage for the next session, which saw Haugaard & Høirup stay on stage to be joined by Michael Jerome Brown & the Twin Rivers String Band, and John Reischman & the Jaybirds. It was a strange juxtaposition to be sure. The latter two acts are very bluegrass/Cajun, while Haugaard & Høirup are from a much more “traditional” mold. And yet – it worked. Michael Jerome Brown & the Twin Rivers String Band are a Cajun act. John Reischman & the Jaybirds is an ensemble act that reminded me very strongly of the Backstabbers, complete with the assembling together around the mic with the bass player singing and plucking away. During this set, I wandered over to stage 6 to see a few minutes of The Dhol Foundation. The Dhol Foundation feature dhol drums which have treble on one end and bass on the other with different drumsticks for each hand – strong beats and lots of loud percussion. They had the entire crowd on their feet, and I have to say that only the heat kept me from staying to hear more of them.

By then it was lunch and we went near stage 3 to get some shade and food, so we heard a good portion of the “Guitar Slingin’ Singin’” set with David Jacobs-Strain, Kate Shutt, and Bill Bourne & Eivør Pálsdóttir. I can’t say it was my cup of tea on the whole, but some of the blues numbers they played really make me want to be in a smoky bar drinking bourbon, scotch and beer.

Oliver Schroer was playing a concert after, so we stayed in our shady spot and listened in wonder as he described his 1000km pilgrimage with three companions through France and Spain, playing his fiddle in every church he could along the way with his portable recording studio. He’s a fabulous storyteller and musician. He had a limited print of 50 cd’s of the music he created on this journey, so I promptly went to the CD tent and bought one before they were gone.

The heat was almost oppressive, but there was a strong breeze and we were able to find a patch of shade near stage 6 so we finished our day with the “Pickin’ and Kickin’” show featuring Michael Jerome Brown & the Twin Rivers String Band, Karan Casey, and Le Vent du Nord. It was a rollicking way to end that day, and with the end of that show and a sleepy girl, we headed home.

Amusingly, my wife and daughter got home at the same time as I did. And for the record, the ride from Jericho Beach is easier than the ride to. To, it’s almost all uphill, from there’s a large hill at the start and then mostly coasting home.

We bought five CD’s on the weekend: Haugaard & Høirup’s Om Sommeren (In the Summer); Karen & Helene’s debut CD; Dòchas’ An Darna Umhail (The Second Glance); Le Vent du Nord’s Les Amants du Saint Laurent (The Lovers of the St. Lawrence); and Oliver Schroer’s amazing Camino.

Chambar

Last night, to celebrate our third wedding anniversary, my wife and I went to Chambar, a Belgian restaurant. They’re right around the corner from the Stadium skytrain station on Beatty Street.

Chambar has a nice brasserie style ambience. It’s bright and well lit, and offers a lovely view of GM Place and False Creek.

The menu offers a nice variety of dishes. I had: filet Alsacien for an appetizer with a Mort Subite Geuze, a very fine lambic ale; the Waterzooi with a glass of Pfaffenheim pinot gris for the main; tarte tatin with the Dow’s Quinta do Bonfim 1996 port. My wife had: salade folle with a glass of Kriek; moule frite Coquotte with a glass of Pfaffenheim pinot gris for the main; Belgian chocolate mousse with white chocolate parfait and Batasiolo Bosc dla Rei Moscato d’Asti for dessert.

All the food was delicious, and well presented. Chambar goes for the tall food look on smaller plates; but while the portions may appear small, we were quite stuffed by the time we were done.

The moule frite were cooked just so and the fries were classic Belgian style fries. My wife said that Wazubee’s still wins the garlic mayo fries title for Vancouver, but the mussels were fabulous.

The Waterzooi was fantastic. It was presented bouillabaisse style with prawns, mussels, scallops and halibut, but the broth was the real winner; among the classic seasonings one might expect was a hint of vanilla that really accentuated the flavours of the seafood.

As an unexpected delight, the restaurant gave us our dessert drinks with their compliments on our anniversary.

Dinner for two, including a generous tip, was $140.

We will definitely be going there again.

Chambar is at 562 Beatty Street, dinner from 5:30 Monday-Saturday, closed Sunday.

They are having a Belgium Day celebration with a prix fixe menu - $50 per person – on the 21^st of July. The menu features a roast wild boar, Belgian Beer, and other items.

A Little Light Reading

Summer has always marked a season of reading for me. Growing up, summer was free of school and homework; university similarly so; even now as a working adult whose life isn’t governed by the ebb and flow of a school year anymore (although it could be argued that my part time graduate program fits the bill) summer is recreational reading time.

I’m interested by how my reading habits have changed. I used to read a lot of science fiction and fantasy, but for almost a decade now, I’ve shifted solidly into non-fiction, Nero Wolfe style mysteries, and novels that don’t fit nicely into any kind of specific niche like Timothy Taylor’s Stanley Park, or Yann Martel’s Life of Pi. It takes a great deal of persuasion to get me to even try a science fiction novel these days; my space opera days are over I think.

I’m not the kind of person who usually reads one book at a time. At the moment, I would guess I have about twenty books on the go, stacked in random order on the bookcase adjacent to my bed. They are all festooned with various kinds of bookmarks, often with whatever was conveniently to hand.

Sometimes I do read a book cover to cover. Last night I finished Dan Brown’s Angels & Demons, the novel he wrote before The Da Vinci Code; I read the latter about a year ago.

Both novels are a fun light read. Even though they’re quite long, the pacing is quick; almost reading like a novelization of a movie. Both books have inspired people to think there is truth to the symbology and secret societies portrayed between the covers. I was reading over the weekend in the paper that art galleries like the Louvre are now getting die hard fans/believers visiting all the artworks referenced in The Da Vinci Code. Even conspiracy theory books “explaining” The Da Vinci Code are starting to propagate. Hello people! It’s fiction! P.T. Barnum would have a field day.

Also read so far this summer, I finished What is Good? by A.C. Grayling, an overview of philosophy from the Greeks to the present. Grayling is a brilliant writer; eloquent and well read, he has the gift of explaining the esoteric in a format the average reader can grasp without ever “dumbing down” the material he is discussing. I also bought and read his latest collection of short essays, The Heart of Things, which I would argue is the best in the series.

If you’ve ever read and enjoyed Peter Mayle’s autobiographically inspired A Year in Provence, you’ll really appreciate Arthur Clarke’s novel A Year in the Merde. Written in the same style as Mayle’s work, namely with each chapter representing a month, Clarke’s novel is bitingly satirical of the French. In brief, this novel follows the exploits of an English ad executive who, having successfully orchestrated the opening of a chain of French bistros in London, has been hired by a French firm to open a chain of British teashops in Paris. Things go hilariously south from there.

I’m hoping that between now and September I’ll get through more of my reading pile. I’m still about half way through George Orwell’s collected essays and The Road to Wigan Pier, almost two-thirds through Barossa Food, and have yet to get started on Zola’s Le Ventre de Paris or Dostoevsky’s The Idiot.

London Calling

It is not my intent to comment about politics and current world events on this blog, although sometimes a news story commands enough of my attention that I feel the need to make a comment on it.

In this morning’s news, it is declared that four young men who were British-born citizens of the UK carried out the recent London bombings. Furthermore, they were not known to have any radical political affiliations, although I would expect they were actively recruited and trained by some faction.

To quote an old Pogo cartoon, “We have met the enemy, and he is us.”

As I Please...

The essay, as A.C. Grayling points out, was not always the form we have been taught to expect in school today, namely a concise piece of writing with a clear beginning, middle, and end, ordered and consistent as to topic. It used to be quite the opposite; an attempt to write (essay, from the French essai) about numerous topics, not always related. William Hazlitt and George Orwell, among others, are both shining examples of essay writers in the latter meaning.

In my book of collected essays by George Orwell, especially in the latter parts of his life, he wrote a number of essays entitled "As I Please"; in homage to a great 20th century thinker, I have entitled today's prose the same way.

I have many small things on my mind today, so this will flow, as I please...

Despite my prognostication Friday that my daughter was better, she still had a fever into last night; she seemed to have gotten past the fever, but it has perniciously crept back. Some bugs are tougher than others.

My good friend DS, whom I have a great amount of respect for, not only because he is kind and generous of spirit, but also because he is wise and clever and intellectual, recommended a lovely piece of software available only for the Mac called Bookpedia. I finally had a quiet moment to download it and try it out, and within 20 minutes of startng to play with it, I forked out the US$18 for it. At that price, it's worth it for the entertainment value of having my books catalogued if nothing else. As a bonus, you can export your library collection to your iPod, if that's something one wanted to do.

I am more impressed with my iPod mini the more I use it. It is, if one thinks about it with any level of depth and detail, a marvellous piece of technology. It has also renewed my enjoyment and interest in music; I've rediscovered many albums in my CD collection.

On my bicycle ride around the Stanley Park sea wall this morning, I enjoyed listening to music on my iPod , which was safely tucked into my backpack. This weekend in Vancouver is the Tall Ships festival and on my ride, I saw four of the ships on show including a large 3-masted vessel that evoked the great age of sail; Master & Commander writ large so to speak. On the subject of riding bicycles, Vancouver has a network of bicycle routes that let one get around the city with a minimum of interaction with vehicle traffic; it's fabulous!

This coming weekend is the 28th annual Vancouver Folk Music Festival. For my wife and several of our best friends, this is the must-see event of the summer. I've been going for the past three years and I've always had a great time; it's got something for almost everyone and astoundingly well organized. This year, as last, we won't be attending the evening concerts; truth be told, I enjoyed last year, when we only went during the day on the Saturday and Sunday the best. The event is hosted at Jericho Beach in Vancouver, which happens to be on part of the aforementioned bicycle path network. We're thinking that it would be fun to take our daughter in a bicycle trailer and cycle to the show rather than driving or having to negotiate the bus.

Among my hobbies, I enjoy playing board games of all descriptions. My three favourite games are Go, EastFront, and Puerto Rico, but lately I've been playing more and more Scrabble. It was a childhood favourite of my wife's and she's the one who got me hooked. In fact, these days, she as often as not is the one who suggests we play something other than Scrabble for a change. I think it is in no small part due to our being very closely matched. We occasionally have runaway games where one of us seems to always get just the right letter tiles at just the right time and can spell no wrong, but on the whole, we have a lot of closely matched games; last night it came down to the last letter played to decide it.

Winning and losing games isn't important to me; I always play to win, and won't "throw" a game, but I am more interested in getting the best finish I can and enjoying the social aspects of gaming. There are those for whom winning is a blood sport, but thankfully the folks I play games with regularly appreciate the game well played even when they don't come out on top.

Comfort Food

Late Tuesday, my daughter came down with virus and an attendant high fever. The story has a happy ending; this morning she seems back to her perky precocious little self. She still has a bit of a temperature, but nothing like the often lethargic unable to get comfortable state of Wednesday and Thursday.

The stress has been incredible. It's the first time she's been genuinely sick, the two minor colds she's had in her fourteen months having hardly slowed her down. Between my wife fretting about our daughter, my fretting about both of them, and the sleep-deprived nights... I'm a bit of a zombie today.

Which brings me to the subject line; I'm going out for lunch today to my favourite diner spot in Vancouver, Risty's.

It's a classic burger and fries kind of place. Their soups are home made and tasty, the burgers are the kind you need to have plenty of napkins on hand after you lick your fingers clean, and the fries are hot crisp and delicious. I even indulge in the gravy sometimes. Even the coffee's really good, and I've had self-proclaimed coffee snobs say so.

The menu runs the usual gamut: burgers with all the extras; classic sandwiches like the Reuben, Club and Monte Cristo; meals like liver & onions, ground steak with mash and veg, turkey with all the trimmings; even classic old fashioned ice cream milkshakes. And who can forget the all day breakfast with classic french toast, fried eggs, omlettes filled to bursting... The only time you'll get in trouble with the menu is if you stray from classic diner food and go for things like the chef's salad.

Risty's is the place I go to for comfort food. They're on Granville just north of 70th. Parking out back.

Canada Day Long Weekend

The 1^st of July was Canada Day, a day for celebrating this beautiful country of ours. It also meant a long weekend.

It was also an opportunity to catch up with some friends we hadn’t seen in a while. On the Friday we visited J&E on their float home for an indoor picnic (the weather having not cooperated for our planned excursion to the Reifel bird sanctuary).

E and I make wine together. More accurately, I contribute physical labour by carting cases of wine grapes to the crusher, cranking the crusher, and so forth while E provides the equipment, technical know-how and skill. I’ve been participating in the process for a few years now, and it’s been educational. It’s also quite cheap – for under $5 a bottle, including the corks and chemicals for washing the bottles, we’re getting wine that you could expect to pay $10-15 for in the store. This is my excuse for buying wines that are sometimes well upwards of $25-30 – dollar cost averaging! Perhaps I have a future in flogging mutual finds, but I digress.

When he first invited me to play along a couple years ago, I chipped in for some late harvest Muscat from Washington State that produced a mighty fine wine. The year after that, we went a little crazy and produced almost 300 bottles; Gewürztraminer, “Bordeaux blanc”, “Spanish red”, Zinfandel, Zin-Sangiovese, California Sémillon, and a very late harvest Syrah that we turned into pseudo-port. The Sémillon was supposed to be cooking wine, but it turned out to be a very nice drinking wine – and less than $1 a bottle too!

On Friday, I had some “barrel tastings” of last fall’s production: Riesling; Ehrenfelser; Zinfandel; more “Spanish red”; “white” Syrah (a blush wine). The whites are… passable. I have a feeling they’ll become mostly cooking wine. On the other hand, I don’t mind pouring entire bottles of home made wine into what I’m cooking; I certainly wouldn’t want to do that with an $85 bottle of Châteauneuf! The reds though are outstanding! A year or two in the cellar and they’ll be great for casual dining and barbecues.

Saturday we managed to get a lot accomplished without wearing ourselves out and had a nice relaxing day of it. Before bed, I made my famous waffle batter to sit overnight in the fridge.

There’s a restaurant in Victoria called John’s Other Place. Many years ago, I went there for breakfast and had the waffle; what made this one different was a yeast batter. Absolutely fantastic. Thus began a quest to find a yeast based waffle batter. Well, in those days, Google didn’t exist, but I managed to find a recipe that I’ve long since tweaked to make my version of waffle perfection.

So for Sunday morning breakfast, we ate waffles until we hurt. Bliss.

Full of waffle goodness, we then visited my good friend and his family in Surrey and had a very pleasant afternoon in the warm sun (which apparently didn’t manage to burn off the cloud layer in our part of Vancouver).

I sometimes wish every weekend were a long one.

Radio Canada

I listen to the radio when I’m in the car. Sometimes I listen to music, but mostly I listen to CBC. For the past few months though, I’ve been listening to Radio Canada (CBC French) instead.

It’s been a very enjoyable experience; in part it’s also been a look at Vancouver from a minority point of view. Although I am of a francophone background, I take my ability to speak French for granted; it’s only when I encounter certain cultural markers that I’m sharply reminded that I grew up different than most of my friends and colleagues. Radio Canada has, in some very comforting ways, linked me back to my own Canadian cultural roots. The music they play is entertaining too.

As their “centre of the universe” is Montreal instead of Toronto and much of their international news items are from France Inter rather than the usual culprits (by which I mean CNN and the BBC), it has a different perspective on the world. As an aside, listening in this morning during my commute, I heard that today is the 100^th anniversary of the laïcité law in France officially marking the separation of church and state.

I’m sure at some point I’ll get tired of listening to Radio Canada and switch to another station for a while, but it’s nice to have Radio Canada 97.7FM on the air.