The things you can put into a soup pot according to Bessie

Well folks, you won't believe the marvelous soup I made up for the mister for supper tonight. Since I'd bought 3 bunches of celery the other day at the market, I decided I should start using them up. I found a recipe from Canadian Living called Curried Apple and Celery Soup. Well now, doesn't that sound like an interesting combo?

I followed the recipe fairly closely, and when the soup was almost ready -- at the last moment -- I figured I should add some sort of meat-ish ingredient. Well I've been told you can put just about anything into a pot of soup and come up with some yummyliciousish results. In my freezer the perfect ingredient awaited: Flake Style Crab Flavoured Seafood. I thawed it, chopped it, and added it to the simmering soup. There were no complaints at the supper table tonight.

And if you leave a comment and ask real nice, I just may share this "Secret Family Recipe".

That's what we had for supper tonight ~ wonder if Bea will tell us what culinary delight she created ....
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Bessie

Bessie sweetly steps back into history

My stars, Bea! If you think these pretty pastels look good enough to eat, you're right, at least half right. They are good enough to eat, but their not pastels. They're some of the old fashioned Edinburgh Rock Candy we purchased on our trip to the local historical park today.


It was overcast and cool this morning when we headed to the fort. I'm thinking that a lot of people assume that the park is closed for the season because there weren't very many people there, which made our visit all the more enjoyable. We quite enjoyed the refreshing rain showers mixed with glorious sunshine. And the candy. Did I mention the candy? Mmm ... Bessie does love her sweets, especially the old fashioned variety.


Remember Chicken Bones? Mmm!



and Fruit Drops, anyone?



We had a ride on the old train which was completely rebuilt (the interior) in 2005 when Brad Pitt and company rode into town to film the movie, 'The Assassination of Jesse James'. New seats and sleeping bunks were installed. The front part of the car was designed as a posh parlor car for the movie.
Well dearies, that's about all for now, I have to go eat some more of the sweets that I acquired today on our little day trip. Until next time ...
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks ~
Love, Bessie
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Where Dessert is Eaten First (and life is as it should be)

There was a wedding on the weekend. (Yes, I know it's already Wednesday, but there was a lot of business here at Creative Sandwich the last few days).

The drive out into the country side was spectacular, with fall harvest in full swing, clear blue skies and a hint of a Autumn in the air already.

It was a wonderful day, and the bride and groom were the sensible sorts who invited the whole family, young and old, and asked if everyone could bring a little something for the celebration dinner. My favorite kind of wedding!! They didn't go broke on providing a meal to a hundred people, they had a wonderful assortment of homemade goodies and traditional Ukrainian food, and Bea was in heaven!!

I made a Tiramisu, because one can never have too many desserts, especially the rich and creamy kind! Would you like the directions? Recipes are far too restrictive, don't you think? I need scope for my imagination, just like Anne Shirley.

I hope you are enjoying a wonderful, creative week. And I hope you remember, the next time you attend an occasion, that life is short, so you should eat dessert first.

The Post Where Bea Gets New Socks and Life is Full of Wonder

First I would like to offer my sincerest apology for the horrific formatting of this post. Blogger is intent on causing me a migraine today, and rather than fight it, I decided to choose the zen way and just let what is, simply be.


The best thing to do of a rainy day is have tea with a friend. Especially when you're wearing brand new, polka dot and striped socks. (Who even knew there was such a thing??!) These beauties are a gift from Bessie, the dear heart.

Bessie arrived at the Art Barn very early this grey day.

First we relaxed over a nice cup of Chai and cupcakes (blue; my favorite colour) and browsed through some inspiring books. Big City Junk by Mary Randolf Carter is a great book to get your Mojo going. The Creative License by Danny Gregory has also been very inspiring here at Creative Sandwich of late. It teaches you how to "give yourself permission to be the artist you truly are". Go Danny! Go Bessie and Bea!

After all that inspiration we couldn't even help getting busy with some of the amazing materials that abide out in the Art Barn. Serendipity happened! Bessie had started work on a painted shirt back at Phap Farm day in July. That shirt still needed a little something, and as we walked into the Art Barn the answer presented itself. A silk fabric panel, in the exact hues of the paint Bessie had randomly chosen for her shirt was sitting there, in plain view. We remembered picking it up at our favorite Secret Art Source a couple weeks ago, with no particular use for it in mind. Here it sat, perfect...in size, in colour and in theme! Don't you just LOVE it when that happens?!
Of course I had to sew it to the back of the shirt with a funky stitch and bright thread. Wonderful!
But still that shirt needed just a leeetle bit of jazz. Of course Bessie went rummaging in the Barn and found a bag (also found at Secret Source but in no way connected to first amazing piece of material) stuffed full of little scraps that seemed sure to be too small for any serious project. The bright, colourful scraps happened to be oriental silks in dazzling colours that (of course) look wonderful next to the paint and the patch on the shirt.

The muse, the Spirit, the universe, all cooperate in the most delightful ways when we have our hearts open to joy and wonder, don't they?

Here is evidence of our blessed day!

By the way, Bessie's shirt says, " Now, Go Do Some ART!"

What are you waiting for?

Love,
with a thankful heart,

Bea

Has Bessie lost all her marbles?

Glory Be, Bea!
I just had to come up with 10 tiny things of my own for you and our faithful readers.

And since some may think I've lost my marbles already, here's proof that I haven't.


This group includes (Bea, I don't know all the highfalutin' names for these things, but I'll try):
1. A large really pretty light blue with dark blue and yellow swirls
2. Green cat's eye. I like this one because it's old and chipped.
3. Red and white Toothpaste
4. Steely
5. Black and orange
6. Pearlescent white
7. Princess mauve iridescent
8. Green milky
9. Clear Blue Peewee
10. Peewee Devil's Eye

Check out this interesting video on how marbles are made ~ very intriguing.

Until next time chickies ...
Bessie
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Ruby Reads Playbills

Just to spice things up a little for Bessie and Bea, I thought I'd get my column in on time... (before 10 counts as on time, doesn't it? Really, what civilized work can be done before then?)

I do love summer, and am ever so sad to see it spin its final days. There has been much to savor this season, from barbecues with friends and artsy events to festivals where one could feast their senses: music (blues, jazz, folk, Weird Al, and all points in between); world culture; art; and theatre.

With the latter in mind, I thought I would do a wee change from "Books That Should Have Been" to "Plays I Should Have Seen". Such a surfeit of choice! My mind first began to wander this way when I saw an advertisement for Genghis Khan's Guide to Etiquette. Who *wouldn't* want to know the ins and outs of pillage and plunder?! I bet there's a correct order and everything. One wouldn't want to lose face by improper form during conquest...

There are so many other plays that should have been, but two that most suit my mood (and boggle my mind) would be SUCH fun to write advertisements for (pardon my dangling participle ... mixed company and all, you know). The first? Yet another rendition of that perennial favorite, The Sound of Music. I have been fortunate enough to see it in a variety of circumstances, but there is one genre that has not yet adapted it, and it is one which I would most like to experience: imagine Maria and the children depicted entirely by... mimes.

The second? This one would clock in rather longer, including several intermissions, and need a much bigger budget for costumes. But who wouldn't benefit from an evening in the open air, hearing War and Peace declaimed in the dulcet style of... Bollywood?

It gives one pause...

Until next Wednesday, duckies. Ruby intends to spend one last lazy summer afternoon blowing bubbles and shopping for school supplies before next week's review of Textbooks That Should Have Been. Ta ta!
Love, Ruby

The Post Where Bea Chooses Ten Tiny Wonders

Well, since my dear friend Dawn of Art of Humungous Proportions challenged us to play along with the Funky Art Queen here at Creative Sandwich, I give you Ten Tiny Things:

These diminutive treasures are all so very dear to my heart! I love miniatures, it probably comes of my tiny stature. *ahem*
No need to snort, Dear Reader.

I chose them all because they are Tiny. And that was the challenge. But it didn't take the pointiest Crayola in the box to figure that out, did it? I will move ahead and just describe each item in a short phrase. I'll give it's providence, if you will. The history and pedigree.

(Yes Bessie, I am getting to the point! Please give me some breathing room dear!)

I shall move clockwise from the largest item, located at the top left hand corner, in a spiral manner. Beginning now:

• An exquisite and unique hand made book with polymer clay covers, water colour paper pages, jute closing wrap finished with a charm stamped in the form of an antique pen nib. Created by one Phapboy of the Pointy Hat Art Posse. (I am linking to your blog, Phapboy, so you had better scurry over there and post something new for our discriminating audience. Remember, Bea knows where you live!)
  
• One of a set of two polymer clay charms created by my own wee babe, the very one who insists "he is not artistic". Bea begs to differ. The charms are attached on a string of jute, and are usually seen prominently (for so small a thing) looped over the antique mirror in the front entry way.
• Tiny (one inch high) crystal bird. Sits in a cabinet with others of a feather and cheers household by it's preciousness.
  
• Second of set of two charms. (see item number two above).
  
• A tiny black stone with a word collaged on to each of the four sides. It says "an air of magic". Quite.
• A glass, flat marble magnet with the image of an old clock face. It holds a photo of my now almost grown babies on my fridge and is a daily reminder of the passing of time. Carpe Diem.
  
• A glass, flat marble magnet with image of little red bird, also holds a photo on my refrigerator. Does one need an excuse for a red bird in the kitchen?
• A spider pin from the 1950's that belonged to my mother. (note to self: Get copy of photo of mother wearing said pin.)
• Tiny birdhouse from Hallmark Christmas ornament (2002) that hangs in my kitchen year round.
• Tiny (1 1/2 inch long) book, handmade by Ruth O'Conner for a Valentine Day swap in 2007. It is completely delightful in every way, just the size of a postage stamp.
  

So there you have it my friends. It was lovely playing along! Thank you Funky Art Queen for hosting. It's always so much fun showing off our treasures to other appreciative artsy types.

Love,
Bea

Breakfast is the Most Important Meal of the Morning

Even more so than Tea or Elevensies! So, to start the day off right, a good pancake is just what the doctor ordered. (Just not my doctor. Let's let this be our little secret, shall we?)

Now, I'm not one to be up with the sun unless pressed, (into falling out of bed), but I could be convinced to get my face on before the crack of noon for a table set with the likes of these.



Just like my own dear Grandma used to make
Every morning she fed her family these wonderful, whole wheat pancakes, topped with real butter and maple syrup, or fresh seasonal fruit ....

and fresh, thick cows cream from her own farm. I swoon at the memory! I spent summers on the farm eating these every single morning, with cold, cold milk to wash them down. Heaven! It's a miracle I've kept my girlish figure.

Here is her secret family recipe. Since she's in a better place now, (no, not Saskatoon for you Corner Gas fans. Goodness.) I don't think she'll mind me sharing it with a few close, personal friends.

Just remember dear ones, it makes a lot. Don't forget, she was feeding a family with seven children.
I've modified it to an amount that will make a dozen or so 4 inch pancakes. Enough for you and the mister. Oh, yes of course, maybe a guest or two as well. Tell them to bring peaches.


Love,
Bea

Grandma B's Whole Wheat Pancakes

butter for frying Dry Ingredients: 2 c. unbleached white flour 2 c. whole wheat flour 1 Tblsp. baking soda Wet Ingredients: For each 3/4 cup dry mix 2 eggs 1 1/4 cups buttermilk, from a cow named Bossie 2 Tblsp. melted butter Mix dry ingredients and store them in the pantry ready to use. Put 3/4 cup of the mix in a bowl. Add wet ingredients. Stir the pancake dough only to incorporate, not too much. Make a cast iron frying pan really hot. Melt butter. Ladle in the pancake dough. Turn the heat to low. Cook until the top of the pancake bubbles, flip and brown the other side. Serve with love and kindness. Feed leftovers to dog.

Bessie the Waxes Poetic (or something like that)

I found a little gem at our local 2nd hand bookstore some time ago which is entitled Back-Door Neighbors by Edna Jaques, published in 1946. Edna (1891-1978) was a popular Canadian poet who beautifully celebrated the daily domestic life experience. I know our dear readers will love her poems which we will reprint on Creative Sandwich from time to time.
Enjoy!
Love,
Bessie

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Homey Things

I like an old tea kettle
Sort of singing on the stove;
Petunias in a window-box,
Cerise and pink and mauve;
An old dog dozing on the step,
One eye half opened like;
A little boy a-riding by
On an old red bike.

I like to hear the birds at dawn
Chirpin' for all they're worth,
Digging for worms and bits of green
In the fresh morning earth;
The breakfast fires being lit,
Their smoke ascending high,
Spirals of hope that daily rise
Into the morning sky.

I like a clothesline by a lawn
Where little panties blow,
Where kids with sturdy arms and legs,
Sleep and eat and grow;
The little homes of common folk,
Carpenters, clerks, and such,
The patient workers of the world
Who matter, oh, so much.

A little house with four square walls
A bird-house painted red,
A father going off to work,
To earn the daily bread;
The mother faithful to her task,
A cobbled walk and gate --
These are the things, which, added up,
Make common living great.

It's 35 in the shade

Bessie & Bea are hot ... literally! It's 35 degrees in the shade,
and it's hard to know what to feed the fam for supper.
How about ...


a Taco Salad: divided


or a Taco Salad: Smushed


and finish it off with a Fruit Salad.

Now excuse me while I go stick my head in the freezer!

Hot & Bothered ~
Bessie
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