You’ll make someone a fine little wife some day…

I was flipping through my cookbooks, in search of a particular recipe, when I came across this one. (I have a number of cookbooks I haven’t really used much, which belonged to my Grandma.)

It’s from the year I was born, which, of course, piqued my interest.

Women's Institute cookbook cover, 1975

But it got even more delightful inside. At first glance I thought it rather odd that all the members of a Women’s Institute were men… but then I looked closer.

Women's Institute cookbook members page

Not men: wives. One so rarely sees this form of address anymore, but man, it’s no less teeth-grindingly obnoxious.

Hell, given the number of Mennonites in the group, I’m surprised they didn’t use their other favourite form of address, which is to bundle the whole family by the father’s first name, e.g. for my family, one would ask, “Are Murray’s coming to the potluck?”

Really makes me wonder, decrepit spinster that I am, how I’ve managed all these years, given that I’m not Mrs. Anybody, so clearly I don’t really exist…

And yes, it contains as many casserole recipes as you’d expect. 🙂

More with the red and the walkabout.

fall crocuses

Are these deeply confused crocuses, or something that looks similar? Or am I an ignorant rube and there actually are fall crocuses? Either way, I quite like the spring-like pastel purple and the fall earthy colours contrast.

construction crane

Not as clear as I’d like, but I liked the geometric aspect of it. And, really, I can pretty much go back and take another one any time I like. (This is the crane at the Bauer Lofts construction site.)

bright sumac leaves

Along the Ironhorse Trail, the sumac and the vines are much further along in turning.

graffiti along the Ironhorse Trail

This made me smile. I’m sure at a certain age, being together for 20 months is like a lifetime accomplishment. Then again, my parents have been married for 484 months. 🙂

sunlight on sumac leaves

Mmm… fall sunshine and turning leaves.

close-up of red vine leaf

There were a couple of small dead trees that were completely intertwined with vines. With the afternoon sun on them it was like the most gorgeous fire.

yellow mums and cornstalks

I do enjoy seeing pots of mums everywhere. Maybe it’s from growing up in the country, but using cornstalks as decoration has always amused me.

red door

I should have taken this picture when I passed the house as I was starting my walk, since the sun was on the porch and the red of the door contrasted better. Oh well. LOVE the door, and it’s absolutely perfect with the yellow brick.

It remains a mystery…

Many moons ago, the lovely Violet (at least I am pretty sure it was her) and I spent a day in Toronto, accompanied by… someone else. Anyway, one of the purposes of the day was to do a tour of sex shops. Hell, why not? And so we did. I think we hit Lovecraft, Seduction, and Come As You Are. Might have taken a spin through the Condom Shack, too, come to think of it (I believe it was there I met the Fleshlight… — link really NSFW).

Anyway, at Seduction, I believe it was (the place had multiple levels), we came across these (that link also NSFW). And we couldn’t, for the life of us, figure out what the hell they were for. (I feel vindicated that the Nerd Approved folks apparently don’t know, either.) Of course, much hilarity ensued as we discussed it, particularly given that the staff at said emporium were… enthusiastic, to say the least.

And, needless to say, given that we were going to visit our dear friend Deb afterwards, we bought a set for her. If anyone would know what they were for, trust me, it was her.

Anyway, she found them as mystifyingly entertaining as we did, and, not surprisingly, they quickly found a new home: adorning her fridge.

Ahh, good memories…


From Sherry, via Rose

(I went with a selection of alternative universes, like Sherry did, rather than a detailed riff on one, like Rose did.)

– alcoholic novelist

– farmer’s market baker (not one of the cute daughters they use to sell produce, more the robust ones who make cinnamon buns)

– pet manicurist

– assassin (bladed weapon specialist)

– SAHM with two sets of twins

– nylon wind-suit and blindingly white running shoes-wearing mall walker

– professional sniffer in the perfume industry


I didn’t notice til I was out for a walk last evening that all the major party candidates in my riding for the upcoming election, including the incumbent, are women.

(It could be argued that the Green party is not a “major” party, but they made some gains last time around. The Family Coalition party member, not surprisingly, is a guy, but I definitely don’t consider them a major party.)

A Public Service Announcement

Giving your parents technology enables them to nag you from ANYWHERE.

text message from Mom

Note that when it was sent it wasn’t even 10am yet, and I’d been out running errands. Sheesh. (I planned to get a hold of him after I got home.) And this after I wished him happy birthday and gave him birthday money to spend on their trip before they even left.

Clearly, the birth of my niece has erased all built-up currency I once had as das gute Kind. 🙂

Today’s photos brought to you by foreshortening, and the colour red.

crushed red crayon on asphalt

I’m sure there are fancy ways of fading out the asphalt and really accentuating the red crayon, but alas, I am not fancy.

vine on the wall across from the library

I love when the vines on this wall start turning in the fall. The wall will continue to get more interesting until mid-November.

close-up of vine on the wall across from the library

This would have been better a little earlier with the light slanting directly across it.


It begins…

tips of green vine leaves turning red

I love the brightness of the green and the subtle encroachment of the red, like the leaves have been dipped.

rusty railing

On the front of the bank at King and Erb.

poster for Chad Van Gaalen

This name cracked me up. Mental imagery of my brother pretending to be David Lee Roth… or something.

me reflected in the kiosk outside of Starbucks

The only truly effective way I’ve ever found of camouflaging my booty! 🙂


This is a picture I did not take of a hipster couple out for an evening walk with their toddler, who sat in his stroller clutching his Pooh bear, which was wearing a black, tasseled toque, yanked down far enough to cover its entire head, making poor ol’ Pooh look rather unfortunately like an Abu Ghraib prisoner.


This is a picture I did not take of my Dad, feeding the lickings of a dish of ice cream to an orange kitten, somewhere in Pennsylvania, with my Mom nearby, texting on her cellphone to tell me about it.


I’m not much of a driver. I am a decent driver (yes, I’ve been in accidents, none of which were my fault, so there), but unlike my brother and my Dad, I don’t particularly enjoy it. I also suck at navigation and self-orientation, which doesn’t help. (I do not drive when away on vacation.)

Once upon a time, driving down to KW from home (Grey County) was hard for me. I could deal with the back roads and such, but driving In The City freaked me out. Expressway? Immediately blood pressure escalation.

Yes, my city-born friends may now mutter “hayseed” under their breath, given that, as kids, their driveways probably had more lanes than the expressway.


Then time marched on, and I got familiar with driving around the K-dub, especially once I lived here, and Toronto became my motorway bete noire. I’m still not a fan of the 401, but it doesn’t really scare me, unless I get boxed in by transports. I don’t think anyone enjoys that.

Or there was one time in university when I was coming up to KW from TO for an Oktoberfest weekend and had to make the drive in an insane snow/thunderstorm and it took over three hours (it’s usually an hour-ish). Liquor was consumed immediately upon arrival, and not for recreational purposes…

But these days there are a handful of places I typically go in TO, and have driven to a number of times (hi, Helen’s condo!) and am fine driving down. It’s just when I am going somewhere I’ve never been before, and am not sure where, exactly, I’m heading that things get rough. Especially if the directions are not pinpoint accurate. Then I get — as James so diplomatically stated when I got us lost going to Niagara Falls — tense.

So this morning I had to go down to one of our Toronto offices for some training. Had decent directions, but had never been there before. It was also raining, and I’d have to drive during morning rush hour. Whee. Aside from not really looking forward to the drive or what I was being trained on, however, I felt okay, not freaked out or anything.

The drive was pretty uneventful. It stopped raining around Milton, and even the slow spots weren’t terrible. The directions seemed to be correct and fairly detailed, which was nice.

Then my brain turned exit #375 into #385, and I missed my turn-off. Crap. Lots of traffic, heart pounding. Okay, just get off at the next exit. So I did. From the intersection I was stopped at, I saw a sign for the 401 West, which would get me back to the highway, so I managed to scoot over, take the exit, and I was back in business. My next turn-off was only moments after that, and from there I was golden. Even found a totally sweet spot in visitor parking.

So after the training, I confirmed there were no quirks in how I’d get back to the highway, except I managed to end up on the 404 North rather than South (I forgot to wait til I was over the bridge to take the exit). I had misgivings fairly soon, but kept going until I was sure I was heading to Markham. Don’t wanna go to Markham.

And so again I turned off, saw a sign for the 404 South, turned left at the intersection, and I was back on the highway, which neatly took me right back to where I needed to be. Lost at least 20 minutes, but whatever, I was on the road and hadn’t freaked out. The rest of the drive was boring, but successful. (And Happy Meals tasted WAY better when I was a kid.)

Of course, then I got back and couldn’t get my VPN working, so I couldn’t get any work done at home, and the help desk guy was completely useless, but, hey, at least the driving part went okay.

I am quite proud of myself. 🙂