A Stroll Around the Lake

Join me on a photographic journey from our cabin on the lake to the local post office one sunny April afternoon. (Before you even ask– yes! Walking to the post office was the most exciting thing you could do on any given day. 45 minutes of sheer ecstasy!) Obviously, these photos were taken before Marty and I moved back to Victoria, but I hope you can use them– as I do– to beam yourself to a happy spot today! Enjoy!

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Before I even left the cabin, I was greeted by the incessant pecking of these two birds on our windows:

It was difficult to capture the spastic movements of these (crazy) birds digitally, especially from behind glass. Most of the photos I took were grey blurs with either a red or yellow accent. Ha.

These birds visited our cabin faithfully for a period of about two weeks, devoting several 15-minute intervals each day to hop around on the wire rack outside and tap our windows. I’m not sure if they were simply enamored with their own appearances or if they were trying (unsuccessfully) to alert us to dire circumstances on the horizon. In any case, they disappeared as mysteriously as they first appeared: after logging many hours at our side window and probably wounding their tiny beaks with all that pecking, they suddenly stopped coming. Maybe they got tired of looking at themselves in the glass, or maybe they finally realized that Marty and I– dim-witted humans that we are– weren’t catching on to their repeated warning signals. (In hindsight, we’re lucky we got out of that cabin alive! Doom and destruction could have been on their way!)

Anyway– back to the walk:

Standing guard about two country blocks from our cabin was the Shaman:

The Shaman was just a large, mostly nondescript stump when we first moved to the lake in December. However, when I returned to our cabin from a quick jaunt to Calgary in the spring, the stump had been transformed into the sacred guardian of our neck of the woods. (I actually first discovered this transformation in the pitch dark, when Marty and I were wandering around the country paths listening to frogs. I was focusing primarily on sounds that evening and suddenly came face to face with the Shaman’s gigantic, shadowy eyes in the moonlight. Scared the pants off me! It’s definitely better to discover the Shaman for the first time in daylight.)

Spring had sprung at the lake:

There were old leaves and new flowers at every turn:

I had secretly been hoping to discover some forest creatures on this particular stroll, and I wasn’t disappointed. I heard rustling in the bushes beside the road and turned to see this:

Not the best photo, I know, but it’s still proof that woodland creatures accompanied me on my walk like a regular Cinderella!

I also happened to catch sight of this guy on my way back from the mailbox:

Closer inspection revealed that he was just about to enjoy a substantial feast of mouse. Tasty! I debated switching to a zoom lens on my camera to get a closer view of the macabre scene, but my vegetarian sensibility and plain common sense won out eventually. (I was a little worried that the snake would lunge at me if I got too close, and even though he wasn’t very large, I didn’t want to subject myself to any scary run-ins with a serpent. Too biblical for this particular walk.)

As I neared the final stretch back to our cabin, I delighted in the blossoms:

Then I finished my rounds with a quick glance at the most random recycling sign ever:

Is this sign meant for me or for the truck driver?

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Today’s post was inspired by Robin at Life in the Bogs and Kathy at Lake Superior Spirit. You can join in the fun and post an entry with photos of your own local surroundings!

The Answer is No

Back when I still worked at Ye Olde Office Job, my tiny Finance Team had an ongoing joke about the answer to any question always being no. All three of us were/are abnormally nice people who tended to be overly accommodating of the needs of others, but in secret, when we were sure nobody else was listening, we used to practice bellowing with authority: The answer is no!

Need a spreadsheet made? The answer is no!

Donation amounts need to be tallied and reported at the next staff meeting? The answer is no!

Can we please mail out the charitable tax receipts by the end of the day? The answer is no!

Is it possible to– NO! The answer is no!

(Yeah, I know it’s not very funny, but to our simple accounting department sensibilities, the idea of being Make Believe Jerks to our coworkers never got old.)

Well. It’s been a year and a half since I left my day job, but I’m finding that dirty, two-letter ‘n-o’ word creeping back into my daily existence again, especially when it comes to food. My awareness of this sneaky phenomenon peaked when I read Kathy’s recent post, 50 and Fat– or 50 and Fit? (Weighing in on Mid-Life) and again when I encountered a brief aside about “Kimberly [Snyder] disapproving of cashews” in this post from Housewifing Around. Kathy spoke of her mother basing many of their conversations on foods that she either could not or would not eat, and something about that wagging-finger, “disapproving of cashews” comment burrowed its way into the rotten core of my soul and annoyed me enough to start writing this post. ;) Is food really the enemy? Do I need to start being a real jerk to sustenance?

I disapprove of molasses!

Most Foods: The Answer is No?

I’m sure we’ve all encountered “revolutionary” eating plans before that promise amazing results but demonize major nutrients. There are low-fat diets, low-carb crazes, no-carb devotees, detox programs that require abstinence from tropical fruits, fermented foods, flours, refined sugars, and even mushrooms– the list is truly endless. I’ll guiltily confess that my youngest sister and I once spent two weeks fearing the sweet wrath of carrots, potatoes, and tomatoes on the advice of one fad diet book, and I’ve also gone for several months before, honestly convinced that one of the worst foods I could ever eat was a banana. For real. Obviously, a diet based on cupcakes and diet sodas is going to take you nowhere fast, but I’m highly suspicious now of any so-called “healthy” program that demands its followers to deprive themselves of fruits or vegetables. Apricots are not the devil in disguise, am I right or am I right? (Unless you have a serious apricot allergy, in which case, they probably are the devil in a squishy orange disguise.)

Anyway…

I started on the Beauty Detox Solution last year-ish, very much in love with the whole concept. (This again? Yes!) For once, I didn’t have to find vegetarian substitutes for the “lean chicken breast” recipes in Food Book #1, and for once, I didn’t have to omit cheese or milk from any recipes, either. (All of Kimberly’s recipes are vegan.) I didn’t have to worry about finding an acceptable stand-in for “cashew cream” desserts or soups– because, as you just discovered, Kimberly “disapproves” of cashews due to the high possibility of them containing toxic moulds. (Have I ever told you how allergic I am to cashews?) And finally, finally, I didn’t have a dietician or nutritionist recommending pounds upon pounds of tofu or soy to satisfy the vegetarian contingent of readers. (Seriously. Soy will not save the world. A girl can only pound back so much edamame before her very bowels transform into long tofu dogs. Go on: Ask me how I know this.)

Yes, these soups are homemade and vegan, but are they raw? Tsk, tsk!

The Beauty Detox Solution seemed to offer a seamless, well-researched solution to all of the questions I’ve ever had about what I eat. I didn’t need to consume 10 pounds of lentils every day after all! Low fat yogurt was not a requirement– huzzah! The BDS spokesperson was an impossibly beautiful woman with a blindingly large, genuine smile, and I gravitated easily to the idea of prioritizing whole foods and becoming the best person I could possibly be! In retrospect, this was the honeymoon phase. I was practically giddy with love!

Kimberly makes a lot of recommendations in her book. True, most of them are small and simple steps that can be incorporated over time to achieve optimal health, but if you were to make a list of everything she suggests to do in her book (which I did– don’t judge), it ends up being a pretty lengthy list. (Then you go and read her blog and find out you also need to install shower head filters, buy organic eco-mattresses for the best, most planet-friendly sleep, and possibly even stop touching money. After all, it’s disgustingly dirty and contaminated. The answer is no, my friend!)

Originally, the super geek in me (the one who loves to make spreadsheets and cross items off To Do Lists) was pumped to tackle each of these recommendations, one by one, until I emerged from the process as a Radiant Goddess of Gastro-Intestinal Perfection!

(Aside: I should try to rustle up one of my earlier fertility charts so you can see just how OCD I am about graphs. I recorded everything I possibly could about my body every day– temperature, heart rate, secretions, cervical position, dreams, bowel movements, glasses of water consumed, mood, moon phase, etc.– and then color-coded it all. A RAINBOW OF FERTILITY! The Gigantic List of Things to Do with the Beauty Detox Solution was right up my alley.)

Gradually, though, my love for the Beauty Detox Solution began to fade. I lost the spark. I no longer felt the good vibes. I just wanted to be done with food combinations and excited about eating spontaneously again. I was tired of being the person who needed to schedule 1-hour blocks of time before and after eating an apple, and don’t even get me started on eating out at restaurants. Me: Can you believe they put both pecans AND avocado on this salad? Clearly, they haven’t read The Beauty Detox Solution and don’t realize you shouldn’t put two fats together in one meal. And wait– is that extra virgin olive oil in the dressing? A third added, albeit healthy, fat? Don’t tell me that’s balsamic vinegar, too– crikey!

“NO!” was beginning to permeate every aspect of my life. Can I please have a cup of warm water with lemon juice right before breakfast (and not 30-45 minutes before)? Is it possible to put flax seeds on my oatmeal instead of on my salads? What if I feel like peanut butter on a cardboard-esque Wasa cracker? Are the omelet sandwiches I made on marble rye bread acceptable? THE ANSWER IS NO!!!!! Like a rice racist, I seriously considered tossing the (white) sushi rice in our cupboard before the thrift-conscious side of me won that particular battle. Penny pincher vs. white rice finger pointer-atter. Any food with a dates-base was suspect, and I often found myself spouting the words “But Kimberly says…” like a knee-jerk reaction to anything that contradicted her Beauty Detox bible.

Enough of that. I don’t care what the gorgeous lady says: this girl’s gotta give.

I’ve decided that, for me, simple is truly better. I need to relax! Dried figs aren’t going to kill me! After reading The China Study book, I’ve found my newest touchstone when it comes to food:

  “Eating should be an enjoyable and worry-free experience, and shouldn’t rely on deprivation… The recommendations coming from the published literature are so simple that I can state them in one sentence: eat a whole foods, plant-based diet, while minimizing the consumption of refined foods, added salt and added fats.” (p. 242, emphasis added)

So much easier, yes? Even looking at these words makes me breath a huge sigh of relief! It’s kind of painful for me to admit this (because I’m abnormally nice and don’t enjoy disappointing people), but maybe the principles of the Beauty Detox Solution aren’t as clear-cut fabulous as I first thought they were, at least for me. (Disclaimer: many/most of the principles still are great, but I’m no longer trying to combine them all into one and achieve super-humanness.) Maybe I can go on without eating meat or dairy but not feel so bad if I’m not regularly consuming raw sauerkraut, too. Maybe it’s okay for me to enjoy some non-sprouted breads every now and then or to put two types of seeds on my salads. (Such a rebel!) I should be able to enjoy hummus without hearing the words “beans are Mother Nature’s “oops!”" (because they naturally combine proteins with starches) echoing in my brain. Heck, I might even dip crackers into hummus and not fret that I’m messing up the sacrosanct food combinations even more. Whoa. Can you feel my diet rebellion picking up speed?

Maybe I’m weak, maybe I’m stubborn, maybe I’ve failed at Shimmering Goddess Lessons, or maybe I’m just cranky, but I’m sick and tired of organizing such a huge part of my life– eating– around the word ‘no’. I’d much rather say YES! to whole foods, YES! to fresh fruits and vegetables, and YES! to foods in their unrefined, minimally processed states. That’s it! No need to break things down into a million sub-rules or minor clauses. Just eat clean food. Period.

[end rant]

What do you say?

    Are there certain “diet rules” that really chap your ass?

Are you consumed by “following the rules” or “sticking to” a particular eating program?

Are you a serial wagon-falling-offer like I am, at least when it comes to food plans?

Are you one of those mystical beings who seriously only eats food for fuel and never gets caught up in emotional eating? (And if so, can you be my guru?)

PS: Lest you think that I’m just going on a rant to somehow justify a lack of weight loss or a general state of unhealthiness, the last time I checked, I was halfway back down to my pre-harbour weight. Yes: I’m ten pounds lighter than I was in December, and I’ve done this by embracing the KISS motto: Keep it simple, silly. :)

My Name is Dana, and I Enjoy Long Walks on the Beach

At the risk of sounding like a cliched personals ad, I’d like to state that I am brunette, 5’8″, and I enjoy long walks on the beach…

(Ahem. I am also happily, lovingly, forever-ly partnered, too, but admitting that right in my faux ad would be kind of a buzz kill, no?)

Marty and I have decided that our life on the lake is ideal. Our rental cabin is a mere stone’s throw away from the lake shore, and yet we’re also within short driving distance of the ocean. I love the quiet winter solitude that this lakeside community affords us, and Marty adores cycling the winding farmers’ roads that curve their way through the adjacent valley. Are we in heaven? I think so.

Going my way?

Here at the lake, we see river otters, deer, ducks, geese, and squirrels simply by looking out our back windows. Along the rocky ocean beaches, though, we can spot crabs, starfish, herons, and even seals when we’re lucky! Having such easy access to both is a godsend, and the rightful owners of our cabin shouldn’t be surprised to discover that we’ve changed the locks and will refuse to move out when our lease expires in a few months. I’m just saying, is all. ;)

Driftwood on the beach

Marty’s birthday was about a month ago, and we spent the day wandering along the seashore– sauntering along at a grandma’s pace, not worrying about our final destination or the amount of hiking kilometres logged, and taking plenty of photos of anything and everything. (This was in stark contrast to our usual routine of blazing trails at a blistering pace, racking up as much hiking distance as possible while also sort-of-appreciating the quaint, green-tinged blur of the natural surroundings in our peripheral vision.)

(I kid. We generally do stop to smell the roses, so to speak, but we’re almost always hiking with a set destination and timeline in mind. Daylight only lasts so long, you know, and we don’t want to get locked in a trailhead parking lot ever again if possible.)

She saw seaweed on the seashore. (Am I wrong for thinking that this looks DELICIOUS?)

Anyway. While we were stalking herons, marveling at the rich purple lining of seagull-opened mussels, and otherwise enjoying our day on the beach, I came to a startling realization:

I was taking decent photographs!

All of these pictures are courtesy of ME!

Can you believe it? I even took this photo of a shell that looks like angel wings!

OMG! Even my dramatic heron montage isn't half bad!

I know I somehow lucked out with above-average (for me) pictures at the Butterfly Gardens, but I just assumed it was a one-time thing– a limited time offer, you know? I figured I would always be destined for sub-par photographic skillz (whale watching, anyone?), but walking along the seashore that day made me pause and reconsider:

Maybe I’m not the world’s worst photographer? Maybe I can take impressive pictures every now and then? Who would have thought?

The return of the ethereal, invisible-looking crab

I still don’t think I’ll ever win any awards for photojournalism. (Actually, I know I won’t win any photojournalism awards in this lifetime.) At least I can finally say that the beast of digital photography hasn’t totally defeated me, though. Take that, digital photos beast! I (sort of) win at picture taking!

Beached starfish, before we threw it back into the sea

How about you, dear readers–

Have you uncovered secret skills or hidden talents lately?

Have you surprised yourself by contradicting your own image of yourself? 

Do tell!

Holy Shiitake Stew!

My mom came out to the lake last weekend– just before I succumbed to terrible illness. It. Was. Awesome! (Her visit, not the malaise, obviously.) True to form, she brought a boatload of things along with her. A lot of it was crap that we had conveniently left behind at her place during our week in Vancouver (dirty laundry, beautiful new boots, etc.) The rest of it was food– delicious and organic whole foods and produce!

What's that? You'd like to see a photo of my non-vegan red boots propped up on my mom's guest bed? OK! (Pictured here without the kick ass biker-style stud accessory.)

My mom is serious about whole foods (the concept, not the store), and she doesn’t waste her time with single-serve portions. Ever. Even when she cooks just for herself, she prepares weeks of meals in advance. Bushels of gorgeous garlic bulbs fill every nook and cranny of her kitchen, and her fridge is always packed to overflowing with juicing carrots and leafy greens. (In fact, the first time Marty ever witnessed the splendour of her kitchen– with bags of organic grains peeking out from random cupboards and jars of decadent ingredients dotting every shelf (even local bay leaves!) – I suddenly made a lot more sense to him. The apple did not fall very far from the tree in this particular case, and it probably reassured Marty to realize that I am not the only person in the world who caresses bunches of kale in hushed reverence and admiration. Not that there’s anything wrong with that…)

Garlic worthy of adoration

I had requested specific items in advance of my mom’s visit: lemons, ginger root, turmeric root, a bit of garlic, and rolled oats. (We drink the best tea every morning, with fresh lemon juice, ginger, turmeric, and cayenne pepper in it, so we go through those ingredients like nobody’s business.) My mom did not disappoint. She brought us LEMONS! and GINGER! and TURMERIC! and 25 POUNDS OF ROLLED OATS!, along with enough garlic to keep the whole cast of Twilight far, far away forever and ever amen. Alleluia!

Gee, I hope you didn't say 'A' lemon, because I brought LEMONS!!

What I wasn’t expecting was the mushrooms. Specifically, my mom showed up with what she termed a “dealer’s weight” of shiitakes. She wasn’t kidding. As I watched– breath held with cautious expectation– my mom unveiled a hefty-sized paper bag stuffed to the brim with mushrooms. Upon seeing these elaborate flowers of the forest ground, both of us emitted our signature, clan-patented squeals of delight! (Thankfully, Marty was on a bike ride at the time and didn’t have to deal with two nut cases culinary aficionados. We were free to be as enamoured with the fungi as we liked.)

Soft-core shiitake porn

Shiitake close-up. You're welcome.

Not wanting to let even one of these beauties go to waste, Marty and I have enjoyed mushroom soup and shiitake-studded omelets for the past week. This evening, I also made us a variation of our regular mushroom soup and dubbed it Holy Shiitake Stew. Have some mushrooms lying around, shiitake or not? Here’s a beautiful, soul-warming, and vegan way to enjoy them. (Non-vegan boot-wearing is optional.) Bon appetit! :)

Holy Shiitake Stew

You Will Need:

- 1 Tbsp coconut or other cooking oil

- 1 large onion, coarsely chopped

- 3-4 carrots, sliced

- 3-4 celery stalks, sliced

- Fresh garlic to taste (I used 2 large cloves), thinly sliced

- 2 pounds of shiitake mushrooms, or mixed mushrooms to taste. Take 1.5 lbs of mushrooms and wash and coarsely chop them. The other half pound should be washed and cut into bite-sized chunks.

- 6-8 cups of water or vegetable broth

- Salt and pepper to taste

- 1 tsp each of thyme and curry powder

- dash of caraway seeds, if you’re feeling adventurous

How To Make It:

1. In a stock pot, saute onions in coconut oil over low heat. Cover pot and check on onions occasionally, stirring until they are soft and translucent (approx 5-7 minutes).

2. Add carrots and garlic to the pot, along with 1/2 cup of water or stock. Cover and let cook on low to medium heat for around 5 minutes, until carrots start to soften.

3. Add celery and another 1/2 cup of water or stock to pot. Cover and let cook on medium heat for around 5 minutes.

Just in case you need to see what the soup looks like at this point

4. Add 1.5 lbs of chopped mushrooms to pot, along with 4 cups of water or stock. Water will not cover the mushrooms at this point, but they will soften and reduce in size very quickly. Cover pot.

Mushrooms!

5. Cook mushrooms with the rest of the vegetables until everything is tender, stirring as needed. Add rest of water or stock, salt, pepper, curry powder, and thyme. Bring to a boil, cover, and then simmer on low heat for 30 minutes.

Soup after 30 minutes of simmering, pre-blending

6. Meanwhile, saute remaining 1/2 pound of mushrooms in a pan with a small amount of water (and caraway seeds if you so desire) until tender. Remove from heat and set aside.

7. After soup has simmered for 30 minutes, remove from heat and blend in the stock pot until smooth using a hand blender.

8. Add sauteed mushrooms to smooth soup mixture to give it some texture. Adjust seasoning if needed. Serve hot over a whole grain or with fresh garlic toast. Holy shiitake, it’s delicious! :)