I have to start my post with exciting news for my very talented friend, Melinda Olliver, who just published a novel, Not Counting You. I am so excited for her and can’t wait to read it. You should totally help out local talent and support new authors – check out her book at Smashwords.
And speaking of supporting authors … just a reminder (plead) that if you’ve read my novel, New City, please take a few minutes to write a quick review on Amazon, here. Just scroll down to where it says “write a customer review.” It’s reviews that really help sell novels – it’s funny, but people don’t ever seem to care how well rated something is, but rather how many other people have read or seen it. Popularity is king in this world. So I would so appreciate it if you could do this for me – it doesn’t even have to be a good review, I won’t take it personally (*cries into pillow). Soon I might be pimping the next novel, so it will be great to have a good starting point there. Continue reading
This is a post for lazy Sundays. Lazy Sundays have taken on a somewhat sacred importance; life travels at such a whirlwind pace that the days when you have nothing going on at all, and all the hours stretch out in front of you with nothing to fill them but happy lazy times – those are the best. They are few and far between, so I love to soak them up.
And the best way to start out a lazy Sunday is with pancakes. I was never a huge pancake fan, until this pregnancy. I wouldn’t say it’s a craving, exactly. It’s not like I feel I’m going to die if I don’t have delicious pancakes, right now. I don’t have any cravings at all like that this time around. When I was pregnant with X, I did – root beer and jelly beans. Probably did not help with my massive weight gain last time around. This time, even if I did crave them, root beer and jelly beans are not easily accessible, which will help, I think. Continue reading
One thing I’ve been noticing is super trendy here in Geneva, or rather one brand that’s super trendy, is Canada Goose. I’m walking downtown Geneva, and I could be in Toronto from the amount of Canada Goose I see everywhere. It is huge. I have two differing views on the matter. The first is that it is so awesome to see a Canadian brand do so well, not just at home but internationally. Canadians, be proud to know that your country’s products are keeping rich people warm the world over.
The other thought is: my god, it is so not cold enough for Canada Goose! Are you kidding me, Genevois. I can barely see my breath outside. I go out in a sweater and my leather jacket, no problems. I usually will throw some mittens in and never actually put them on, but it’s good to have them, just in case. This is what my village looks like today. It’s mid-December.
I’ve slowly been giving up on trying to bake whatever it is I feel like over here. The ingredients just aren’t available, and it is so frustrating. That’s one thing I took for granted in Canada – the assumption that absolutely anything you want is going to be available … somewhere. Here, not as much. Try finding graham wafer crumbs, a really nice baking ingredient for dessert crusts. And yet, just doesn’t exist here. Or, it does, but I have to make an extra trip to the American Store, and that place was just not what I was expecting.
I’d heard about the American Store before, a place where expats can go to find their Kraft Dinner and whatever else they’ve been craving from home. I thought it was only in Nyon, a village about a half hour outside of Geneva (going the opposite direction from me!) so I hadn’t been there yet. Until I discovered that there was another store, right in Geneva. Z and I took an excursion out on the weekend to discover what they had. I was sort of imagining coming home laden with goods from home, lots of baking stuff I couldn’t find anywhere else. It was going to be glorious. What I did find took my breath away. Continue reading
Things are starting to get pretty festive around here. My home is finally starting to catch up with the general Christmas fever that lights up Europe, so it seems, starting in October. I’m hosting a small Christmas get-together tomorrow, and Christmas cookies will be the main edible feature, so I thought I’d showcase some of my new recipes. I have included one of my old favourites, a twist on one particular cookie I adored growing up, and something entirely new. I also made my favourites, which I’ve blogged about before, Davy Crocketts and Hello Dollies. Everything is delicious, and terrible for you. I’ve gone through untold amounts of butter, and can just be thankful for holiday pregnancy (meaning you can eat all your baking without an ounce of guilt. That weight’s supposed to be coming on, right? Right?) Continue reading
This post is as non-seasonal as can be, so if you’re already sick of the holiday fanfare, then this is for you. Ignore me if you’re in an eggnog-induced bliss state, I can relate. Not to the eggnog, but to the bliss. I love the holidays. I really am only blogging this recipe because I don’t want to forget it. It is really more suited to those sultry hot summer afternoons. I’m planning on remaking this as a boozy, pina colada type thing when I can drink again.
Apparently this is a “make it like Disney” recipe. The Disney Dole Whip is one of Disney Land’s biggest sellers, with line ups that can stretch to an hour (dear god, for an ice cream?). Anyone, over at Chocolate Covered Kate, an adventurous chef came up with a similar recipe that takes less time to make than it would to wait in line for it. It’s easy and sweet, but surprisingly healthy. I tried to get X to eat some, but he sensed fruit and turned up his nose at it. What is wrong with the kid? I make him ice cream, and it’s not unhealthy enough. Continue reading
I feel as though I have been swathed in a giant bundle of fog. Like, living inside of a cloud. I don’t mean metaphorically. The humidity is really high in Geneva and I literally have not seen the sun for days. Instead of the bitter bitter cold and feet of snow dumped on us, we are just living in the vague cloudy … nothingness. Where I live is foggier than most places, even. Sometimes when I’m in Geneva proper, I look across the city to where my little village sits and all I see is this thick cloud wrapped around the base of the mountain and think: that’s where I live.
I’m not complaining, by the way. I’ll take it any day. It’s very atmospheric, like you wouldn’t be surprised to see some mythic creature wandering out of the woods in a swirl of mist. Nowadays, that mythic creature is usual X stomping around in the leaves, because he’s developed a liking for exploring the forest, but the mist makes it more mythic than usual. Continue reading