Fun festival at the Nikkei National Museum & Cultural Centre just up the hill from our place in south Burnaby, BC. The main draw for me? Japadog . . . : -)
It was also great to run into a gal pushing 100 years old that we met at a party about three years ago. She was out and about at the event with her walker, since she lives in the Japanese seniors’ residence there, and we had a good long chat in Japanese, mostly Yumi and Yuki, with me following along as best I could.
Here’s a post about that convivial, multilingual, multi-generational potluck.
Not sure how I got into baking on a warm, poor air-quality advisory day, but the results are looking good, if a tad rough around the edges : -).
Check out FraserFest 2017 Events!
FraserFEST 2017 celebrates our watersheds with a series of river adventures and wild salmon feasts in communities along the Fraser River.
That roller coaster of emotions as you’re 9/10 of the way through the bread recipe and you discover you have about 1/3 of a teaspoon of yeast.
Grumble grumble, not wanting to go to the store for one stupid little jar of yeast.
Check the cupboards.
A brand-spanking new jar of yeast!
My spirits, er, rose. . .
Those poor, innocent, berries stood no chance in Fraser Foreshore Park in Burnaby today. . . Merciless, she was. . .
Kids from Clinton Elementary in south Burnaby helped Byrne Creek Streamkeepers volunteers and DFO release coho smolts (yearling salmon) in Byrne Creek today.
It was a bittersweet event, as it was the last release on Byrne with retiring DFO Community Advisor Maurice Coulter-Boisvert.
But we’re very happy that long-time tech Scott is taking over Maurice’s role. Looking forward to working with you!
DFO and City of Burnaby staff share a laugh. It was that kind of uplifting day, and event, eh?
Byrne Creek Streamkeepers stalwart and Stream of Dreams co-founder Joan helps connect the kids to nature
Maurice on the salmon life cycle
Joan demonstrates proper fish release technique
Lining up to take fish down to the creek. The excitement is palpable. . . : – )
Netting coho smolts out of the tank, and putting them in baggies for the kids
Helping hands guide excited kids for a safe release
Look at them go!
Volunteer Ray points out how the fish quickly change color to match their new surroundings
They are so beautiful. Thanks so much to the volunteers at Kanaka Creek who raise these cuties!
Don’t mess with this crew : -)
We built this little shelter for our balcony and installed a mason-bee release box, and two containers of paper tubes that Yumi patiently rolled using bee-whisperer Joe Sadowski’s exact instructions as to proper sizing. He provided us with several dozen tubes, and a dowel to fashion our own.
Little bee station I made from scrap lumber saved in our garage. Nothing fancy, just a bit of shelter from rain. I had some old paint from painting a bedroom over ten years ago, and by chance it matches our siding :-).
Joe’s bee-release box at upper left — fashioned from a small plant container. A wooden box I made at center, and a pop-bottle tube holder Joe made on the right.
And within hours of taking cocoons out of their over-winter storage in the fridge, we’ve got action!
Yumi rolled over a hundred tubes in one evening!
Mason bees do not provide honey, but they are super pollinators, and are very docile and people-friendly.
I’d like to thank the City of Burnaby Parks Dept. for getting us started with mason bees a few years ago with their “adopt a mason bee condo” program in which volunteers were trained to monitor and maintain boxes supplied by the City and installed in municipal parks and schoolyards.
A few mason bee resources:
Suzuki Foundation How to Harvest Mason Bee Cocoons
West Coast Seeds A Year in Mason Bee Keeping
Bee Diverse — If you’re not handy and want to buy all your supplies this is a good source. Many garden shops also carry mason bee gear.
I think tofu has an unnecessarily bad rep. You just have to know where to get the good stuff. And there are few places to get the good stuff.
I have never yet found any tofu in a major “western” supermarket that I liked. It’s rubbery. It’s tasteless. It’s ickilly smooth.
Here’s what I look for: It’s bought in an Asian market, preferably Japanese. It’s “momen,” or “momendofu” meaning it has weight and a non-icky, slightly textured consistency.
Once opened, you have to eat it in a day or two. If it lasts longer than that in your fridge, it’s got too many preservatives and who knows what other chemicals in it.
If you can serve it cold, cubed, with only a dash of quality soy sauce and sprinkled with bonito flakes, and it’s yummy — that’s my tofu.
If it’s some weirdness shaped into “hot dogs” or “hamburgers” and saturated with artificial flavours, yuck.
I’ve lost nearly 50 pounds this year, or about 22.5 kg. That’s about a pound a week. A slow, steady, disciplined approach of counting calories and exercising regularly worked.
I had help from an app called My Fitness Pal to count calories and track exercise, and there are lots of other apps out there.
I never felt horribly hungry, and I always ate well from all food groups. This was no fad of only certain foods, or oceans of liquids, or anything like that. And it wasn’t about completely eliminating anything from my diet. I still ate meat, potatoes, bread, pasta, and still enjoyed beer and wine.
It was just a healthy, well-rounded diet with a combined calorie target not to be exceeded every day. And about an hour of aerobic exercise a day five times a week. I simply walked — a lot! And I greatly enjoyed those walks, too, exploring various parks and neighbourhoods.
I’m down two pant sizes and am wearing jeans that hadn’t been touched in ten years.
The sensitivity and prescience of the average house cat boggles the mind.
I just spent 45 minutes banging around in the kitchen making oatmeal, choco chip, sesame cookies, while the cat slept in my office in the basement. She did not stir.
Last batch of cookies out of the oven, I fed the turtle in her sun lamp-lit corner of the living room, turned around, and there’s the cat sitting by her dish. Sheesh.
You know the rule, Daddy, feed one, gotta feed the other!