After 3 weeks of vacation, you tend to get lazy and lacking of sleep. You are never in your own bed, and you pack your days with visiting and activities. I awoke early this morning for some reason – still tired. Kinda hungry. The previous evening we had visited my aunt’s new condo in Burnaby with my Grandma and Grandpa. All five of us squeezed into the Fit with canes and walkers and headed out.
It was a later evening than usual, and this led to another night without a full night of sleep. When I awoke –urgently needing to go to the washroom – I listened to my husband’s steady breathing. Despite wanting to get Olympic highlights, I refrained from turning on the TV and waking him up.
I needed to leave the room so he could get some of the sleep he needed to. I pondered my options. Too early to see my grandpa, too early to eat. But not too early for running. That’s a bad idea. I don’t want to run. I’m tired. My ass jingles a little bit more after this vacation.
But with a lack of any other choice, I quietly and reluctantly laced my shoes and headed out. I walked for a bit to warm up. Well, actually that is not true – I walked for a bit because I didn’t want to start.
But start I did finally and I ran 3.6 kms this morning. Shorter than usual, but at least I got out there. As I rounded the last corner, my mom was standing outside drinking a coffee and smoking a cigarette. She gave me a wave. Two different approaches to the start of the day.
August 2nd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: No stopping for 3.6 km. Yes, NO STOPPING for 3.6 kms!
In my kitchen growing up, there were three main food preparation areas. One is to the left of the kitchen sink that is covered by a wooden cutting board. This area – even now – is by far the busiest area. Food is chopped on the cutting board, dirty dishes sit here awaiting the dishwasher unload (which was my chore growing up, so some times there was a bit of a wait), and quick meals are eaten from it. It is constantly wiped and cleaned. Over the dishwasher is the second area where the electric frying pan is plugged in when it is time for grilled cheese and the toaster and coffee maker. I distinctly remember making Easter Nests and Baklava with my mother at this spot. Who makes baklava with their non-greek mother? I did. I called the layers dirt, paper and glue (the nuts, the phyllo and the butter/honey mixture).
The other space that is not really there any more, is to the left of the fridge. It’s there obviously, but now is taken up by the microwave. It is where I remember my dad kneading bread, rolling pastry and for some reason I remember clearly – making Tomato Pinwheels from the Fleischman’s Bread Baking Cookbook. I remember so well because he was so frustrated rolling out the dough. You needed to roll it to certain dimensions, cut it, and then create the pinwheels. But it kept shrinking. And he was getting upset. I don’t remember if they tasted good or not, I just remember thinking “How is it possible that my dad can’t do something?”
Today I thought of home and these memories and wanted to bake. But baking does not really fit with the lifestyle changes we have made. So, I took to the internet and found myself a low-carb and low-calorie recipe for Pumpkin Coconut Muffins. The flour used was coconut flour – what the heck is that? – apparently it’s made from ground coconut meat and is also defatted to remove much of the coconut oil and milk. I wonder if the Bulk Barn carries it? And my lucky day – in the huge gluten-free section – they did. It smelled pleasingly like suntan lotion and it was cream coloured. Not too expensive either.
May 2nd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Mini yummy muffins that only have 31 calories each with 1 grams of fibre and 2 grams of protein in each. Though, I would not recommend using rock salt instead of kosher salt – makes for a some unexpected saltiness at times. I like this coconut flour stuff.
Maintenance May Day 2:
$25 Micro-loan via Kiva to Folly Loko in Togo, Africa to purchase a washing machine and iron for his laundry business. Emile’s choice. (Soul)
$25 Micro-loan via Kiva to Adama in Mali to purchase scrap metal to support his metal working business. He is a married father of two in his thirties – like my dad was when he died. (Family)
Supported Hariyo Chowk via kickstarter.com with $25 to help create an urban green space in Katmandu. Reward is my Dad’s name on a hand painted mural in the park once completed. (Family)
Supported Flyover Farm via kickstarter.com with $10 to help create a rooftop garden in Mumbai, India to help provide organic produce in a low-income area. Reward is my Dad’s name on their facebook page as a donor. (Connection)