Author Archives: Amanda

Living a simple quiet life on the Gulf Islands, BC.

My addiction

p3010267 I went to the Times Colonist Book Sale last weekend and I’ll try to give you a comprehensive list of what trophies I picked up. Keep in mind that all the books were no more than $3 and I spent a whopping $70 on my loot. I hauled away my bounty like a greedy pirate, back to his schooner. My shoulder was aching the next day from my greed. And having to carry my books 6 blocks to the van.

I bought:

The English Patient – Michael Ondaatje

Children of Men- PD James

The Master Butcher Singing Club- Louise Erdrich

p3010268 Welcome Home- Stewart McLean

When we were young- Stweart McLean

Monkey Beach- Eden Robinson

A Circle of Quiet- M. L’Engle

The Man who mistook his Wife for a Hat- Oliver Sacks

The Glass Castle

Reading Lolita in Terhan

Prodigal Summer

Memoirs of a Geisha

The Book of Virtues

p30102751 The Moral Compass

Wild Swans

Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

Accordion Crimes- Annie Proulx

Into Thin Air- Jon Krakauer

Lullabies for Little Criminals

French Women don’t get Fat

Emily Dickinson’s collection of poetry

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

Isn’t that ridiculous how many books one person can get? Anyway I was feeling very guilty and greedy about hoarding all these treasures. I went up to the cashier and there was a gentleman in front of me who had 3 big boxes of books! I suddenly felt like I was being frugal in my book choices! And since going to the sale, I have found titles of books I had in my hot little hands and put back in the midst of the grabbing hands, because I thought I couldn’t possibly need that book.

Anyway it was great. I’m set for a year. I hope. So if you want to borrow any books, dear reader, I may have just the one you’re looking for.

Home-made Pizza

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Nothing’s better than home-made pizza. Of course this is a matter of opinion. But really, having pizza come out of the oven that you made, crust, tomato sauce, cheese and all. This dream has not become my reality yet… But I still have hope.

To compensate, we make our own crust, our own cheese and we get to pick our toppings without having to be charged $2.95 for each additional ingredient. No thank you!

Pizza making has become a combined effort in the house. Marc cuts the veggies, cooks the meat if necessary and I work on the crust. It works wonderfully. Then we’re both eagerly checking on dinner to ensure we capture the perfect moment when the crust has browned, the cheese has melted and the sauce bubbles up on the corners.

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Sprouted Quinoa and Honey Bread

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So at the inspiration and encouragement of my dear friend, I have begun sprouting…

I mentioned this casually to friends of mine with a twinkle in my eye, and one says “oh you’re using your Mom’s sprouter?” The other says “When are you due?”

ha. ha.

Anyway so I took store-bought quinoa (my new favourite grain) and put it in a mason jar, with a square of cheese cloth and screwed the ring around it tight. I seem to be swimming in cheese cloth these days but any meshing will work. Then I soaked the quinoa for 20 minutes, then rinsed. I continued rinsing every 8-12 hours for three days and voila! They sprouted. Like a rainbow too! The little stems were red, yellow, green. Then I took these lovely lively little plants and I cooked ‘em to the death!

I perused past this blog in my internet travels, reading about sprouting and I came across sprouted quinoa and honey bread.

Mine didn’t look quite like this loaf. Hers is puffier. But it tastes good. Earthy, planty, healthy. I know, none of these words make you salivate. But really, toasted with honey, it’s a treat. We also made labneh recently (Yoghurt cheese) and the satisfaction of eating two products you made yourself, well, let’s just say it’s just irrevocably satiating.

And the dough looks like it has tails of a rainbow.

Bread is done

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Welcome

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Welcome to my new blog.

I have to admit that I resisted doing a blog. I mean, who wants to read someone’s personal journal? But lately I’ve been quite enjoying reading a variety of blogs. And now I’ve been told by a few people dear to me that they want to see pictures, to read about my experiences. So, to reiterate, welcome.

I hope to share with you what I’m learning. I’ve been exploring bread making, cheese making, beekeeping, growing vegetables, living locally. I am attempting to “Make it my ambition to lead a quiet life, to work with my hands…”

How quiet is it to blog? Really? How private? Honestly, I enjoy my privacy immensely. So if I decline to share every detail, so be it. Sometimes my privacy has limits and sometimes it exuberantly throws it’s cloak off and bears the depths to the world. Be patient with

me when I have those moments, dear reader. They soon shall pass.

So small window of my blog, welcome to my life.

(I’ll try to take lots of pictures.)

xoxo

Me