We have decided to retire our existing bread machine that is at least 15 years old, after Andrea discovered that there was some light corrosion on the inside of the baking apparatus. It is underneath the structure that actually holds the baking pan, nowhere near the food, but it is still “in” the machine, so safer to jettison for health and safety reasons. I knew that everyone went crazy on bread early during the pandemic, and stores are still low on yeast. But I hadn’t anticipated a complete lack of any bread makers being left. Sure, I’d thought there would be some scarcity, but not a complete absence of options. So let me tell you how that went.
My first reaction was to go to the internet, and I must say, bread machines have come a long way from the model we have. My first stop was Consumer Reports which is free to access if I use my Ottawa Public Library card but the search for “bread machine” gave me only two options — a hand mixer and a washing machine. » Read the rest
When I started blogging about my featured images (Astronomy), I was culminating a series of other steps that I had taken to even getting to this point. Since then, I have added other images (headers and websites, governance, writing, and anything goal-related). What remains to be covered are miscellaneous items (quotes, humour, etc.) and reviews.
I have a category called “family” and for a long time, I’ve used a simple symbol of a house. It’s a cute clipart image, kind of almost gingerbread-ish in its feel. But it doesn’t really say family to me. I have another one, a logo of two pandas together that my wife and I used for our wedding theme which I quite like. But it’s only two pandas — no image for our son. We called our son cub for quite some time, but a few years ago, he decided he’s a penguin. » Read the rest
Back in 2005, Andrea and I headed over to Lac Leamy for fireworks as part of the annual Casino festival. I managed a few pics, but what I am reminded of most with the fireworks is a ride on the bus afterwards. We got on the commuter bus back to Ottawa, and ended up sitting at the very back. Two young kids ended up sitting next to me, and one fell asleep on the other, with the second on following not to long afterwards, and leaning on me. Their mother came to rescue them and I waved her off, just letting them sleep. One couple took a picture of them sleeping. But when we stopped at one point, and the mother came to get them, the other couple thought it was hilarious that the kids weren’t mine! Fun night. But it all started with fireworks.
I love roses in general, and while red are impressive, I confess I have more of an affinity for Osiana roses. They are somewhere between orange and pink, with many describing certain strands as peach-coloured. I discovered them at a flower shop in downtown Ottawa back in ’95 when I was working in a very drab office with high walls, twisting corridors, and no windows anywhere near me. Each week or so, I would pick up some flowers to brighten up the office.
Yet I often hesitate to shell out the big bucks for them as gifts. I’d rather go out for dinner than buy something a friend of me laments is “just going to die”. Valentine’s Day is the law of supply and demand at its worst. High demand, limited supply, very few substitutes for roses = high prices, almost predatory even. I remember sending some to a friend one time when she was feeling down and alone, and at the rate I was charged for Valentine’s Day, she could have had flowers every week for a month in just about any other month of the year. » Read the rest
I mentioned in my previous memory about buying a car in June 2005, and the first day we went to Gatineau Park for a short drive. After that, we were looking for other things in the area to see and do now that we had the Blue PandA to take us farther afield. One weekend in early July, we went up to Wakefield to see the covered bridge. I had driven past before, and I had seen photos from other people, but I had never stopped.
We took a pic or two from the distance for the full effect, but I liked the inside just as much.