Since (and even before) my last post, more than one story has started in draft, and just never been completed. In the meantime, one big story is in the process of writing itself. The end of this story will mark the beginning of another; a little over 9 weeks from now (with a little luck on Canada Day of this year) a new story will begin. One unlike any I’ve ever known. I can’t wait.
Other than making my turkey-stuffed stuffing, the other thing that got me thinking about blogging today was this article in the New York Times: Food Rules: You’re Dietary Dos and Don’ts, which I found thanks to my (still) favourite blog: Lifehacker. My favourite: “If you’re not hungry enough to eat an apple, you’re not hungry”.
That’s right, who needs stuffing-stuffed turkey when you can have turkey-stuffed stuffing?
With a low-key Thanksgiving dinner for two, a stuffed turkey was really not an option, so, loving stuffing as I do, I went for the next best: stuffed turkey breast…except (again, loving stuffing as I do) I didn’t modify the quantity of stuffing. Instead, I flattened the turkey breast, piled it with as must stuffing as I could, rolled it and tied it with inordinate lengths of cooking twine, and put it in a backaeoffe pan squeezing the rest of the stuffing around the side.
I was quite happy with the result, although there was way more than enough for two (more like 4, with leftovers). Of course stuffing that cooks outside a turkey is very different than that cooked inside, but it gave me a great idea for leftovers: we’ll make turkey noodle soup, and grill the outside stuffing (already partly grilled anyway) into croutons, to be eaten with turkey noodle soup! (And I’ll eat all the inside stuffing because it’s just so tasty).
On the topic of food, ages ago I had a big plan to post recipes on my blog. After 3 the effort was all but forgotten, and I have since deleted the lonely posts, and shifted them elsewhere. I have actually been a “member” of Allrecipes since 2000 (apparently anyway: their memory on this is clearly better than mine). While I have often gone there first to look for recipes for this or that, I had completely forgotten about the membership, and recently rediscovered and actually discovered some of the benefits. Maybe it wasn’t possible before, or maybe I just didn’t notice, but I can keep “private” recipes (such as those that have been taken from elsewhere and therefore they won’t knowingly allow you to publish for copyright reasons), I can keep “web links” to other recipes and other useful sites (in my case I plan to link to sites for ingredient substitution ideas and conversions of various measurements, since I often don’t have or can’t get what some recipes require). The downside of these two functions are that they are not indexed making it impossible to search my private recipes by ingredient, much less the web links. I’ve sent them a suggestion to do the former, but the latter is probably pretty much out of the question (not that I’ve asked). And of course I can publish recipes (although they are reviewed before they are posted) and I can rate and comment on other people’s recipes, and even comment on other people’s comments by indicating whether I found them helpful or not.
So I’m thinking about attempting to document my turkey-stuffed stuffing recipe and trying to publish it on AllRecipes, but I haven’t gotten up the guts just yet…
Anyway, HAPPY CANADIAN THANKSGIVING! Especially to those of you (us) without the benefit of the long weekend to truly enjoy and/or recover from it.
So it’s related to mine, but I loved this blurb from the details of the trip for Luc’s brothers and mother (who arrived at Pearson just minutes after we did, in a – well the – different terminal, on a different flight, from a different city…isn’t modern travel cool?). Anyway…
On their way through customs, the officer asked the reason for their visit. They responded that they were coming for their brother’s wedding – “he’s marrying a Canadian girl”. With a big grin, the officer responded “good choice!” and barely looked at their passports (apparently) before stamping them and letting them through.
Cute 
Another little detail – the smile and the comment cost nothing, but made the travel that much more pleasant for those three people, and reminded me (once again) why I miss dealing with Canadians so much!
Upon arriving to my dad’s house, I leafed through the local newspaper: the Waterloo Record, I came across this article for the return of random act of kindness day on November 13th. I thought that the idea was cool, and have long subscribed to the belief that if you do something nice (and unexpected) for someone, they are far more likely to pass it on. The little thing that I like to do, to counter what I feel is unfairness about the parking receipt system (versus parking meters, where money left on a meter could be enjoyed by the next person who pulls into the spot) is to give a ticket with time left on it to the next person I see pulling in as a leave a parking lot/space. Of course, since this only works if someone happens to time it just right, I have since taken to leaving the ticket sticking out of the machine so the next person sees it before putting money in. Anyway, let me tell you what got me on this topic:
Yesterday was errand upon errand day, preparing for the third (and final!) wedding ceremony Luc and I have planned, and our honeymoon. One of the top priorities was to get the bridesmaid’s dress finished. The first shop couldn’t help (at least not same day, which I desperately needed), so we headed on to the next one. After get caught detours and wrong turns we found a parking lot near where we thought the next shop was. We paid for a half hour of parking, and the receipt read that it was paid up to 11:11. Something just seemed lucky about that, but the superstitiousness that led to that thought led me to keep it to myself for fear of “breaking” it. (Silly, I know, but everybody has those superstitious moments). We found the shop, and sure enough they agreed to take care of it same day (even though at first they were talking about the next morning). We were back to the parking lot in no time, and as we walked up, I saw a woman about the buy a parking ticket. I ran up to ask if she wanted hours, but she was planning to stay for several hours, so my 20 minutes wasn’t about to help her greatly. She seemed to think that the idea was really cool though. So I stuck the ticket into the change slot of the machine, and we were off for our next errand.
Just after 4:30, we were back to pick up the dress. To my (very pleasant) surprise, I found a ticket with 20 minutes left on it stuck in the machine. I stuck it on the windshield, my mind churning in wonder at our luck, and wondering whether it was the same person. When we got back to the car (with still a good 15 minutes left on the ticket, I checked the time of purchase and put the ticket back in the machine). It wasn’t hers. I actually can’t decide whether it being hers, or it not being hers makes the story even better, but either way, I absolutely love that there are probably tons of other people out there that do that, although I’d never seen it before (actually, just a couple of weeks ago, someone gave Luc and I one with hours left on it in Mulhouse, so this was the second time, but you get the idea).
So while I think that random act of kindness day is great, why wait for November 13th? You never know how much impact a small gesture could have on someone else. I realize that getting my 5 minutes of parking free thanks to someone else (rather than having to pay the minimum half hour) is minor, but it just makes your day (good or bad) so much better.
As jet lag has me up just after 4:00am for the second day in a row, I thought I’d make use of it to post some bits and pieces I wrote on the plane, and a couple of other things, post-dating them to roughly when I wrote them during the travel on the 16th. Enjoy!
One more tasty snack, early arrivals, no wait at customs, all bags arrived…
The trip was definitely the smoothest yet. And the tasty snack was a hot pastry with either lamb or vegetables, and both (we each got one) were fantastic. We’d had this kind of pastry the last time, and they were great then too. I kept the box for a while the last time planning to look them up, and, having tossed it ages ago, despite seeing the name again just a couple of hours ago, I’ve already forgotten. Ah well.
Having watched a movie while I wrote the last bit, and while I got a bit of work done, then reading a bit and getting in a nap (in an attempt to get onto Canadian time as easily as possible), I woke up as they were bringing (more) water around, and was pleasantly surprised to find them also distributing ice cream and cookies. I have been served ice cream on flights before, but for some reason it seemed particularly nice today. The cool relief from the dry cabin air (just waking up from a nap, no leas), was just great. With so many empty seats, they also gave some of us an extra package of cookies! Another one of those things that they didn’t have to do, but that adds an extra touch (did I mention Bravo Air Canada?). Of course, just before that I was tempted to ask for extra ice cream, but when the gave us the extra cookies, it just seemed wrong to do so.
So, being on Air Canada, I felt the need to check the origins of the ice cream (with the fun spoon built into the the lid) and was disappointed to see that it was from the UK. Then I realised that it would be silly to have Canadian products (like the salt and pepper in hockey puck shaped mini shakers that I got years ago) on a flight _to_ Canada since, well, flying products somewhere for the sole purpose of having them consumed on the flight back seems a bit ridiculous when you think about it (although I suspect that it does happen often).
As a gentleman near us got his meal ahead of everyone else, certainly due to some particularly dietary need, a thought occurred to me (being that it’s Ramadan): when a Muslim travels through time zones (and therefore the day is suddenly extended by, for example, 6 hours or so, or the night reduced by as much), when are they allowed to eat?
After first going to the wrong check-in desk (silly us for assuming that buying our ticket with Swiss meant checking in at the Swiss desk) we got to the right place (the Air Canada desk) where there was no line up, which was great, since I was concerned it would take a few minutes having not received a boarding card with my web check-in, but a paper that said “this is not a boarding card: go to the check-in desk”. The woman at the desk greeted us in Swiss German and asked where we were going. In the sliver of German I have, I said hello, told her we were going to Toronto, and then told her that my German wasn’t very good. She respond something pleasant, and then asked Luc (in English) for our passports.
We put the first (biggest) suitcase on the scale and held our breaths: we were right around the limit, but were pretty well prepared for the potential need to readjust. We were lucky though: it wasn’t too heavy. As Luc wrote the paper address tags, I realized that he had not included an address in Canada, so I asked the woman if I could switch them, explaining that my wedding dress was on the bag, so I wanted to be sure it got to the right place. While we wrote the other tags, I realized that she had added a “priority” tag to the suitcase and smiled: “we’d better make sure it gets there then!” and then, looking at Luc and back at me, “but I can’t even ask you what the dress looks like!”. I had almost forgot to tell her that when I checked in online, it had not given us seats together, so she had a look and said “well, the flight isn’t very full, shall I give you to aisle seats with an empty seat between them so that you have more space?”. As I write this (4 hours later, while sitting on the plane) it still makes me smile to think about. For her, these actions are nothing: they cost her nothing, nor did they cost anything to Air Canada or Swiss, and yet the effect on us is huge. It’s a shame that such customer service is so rare, but at the same time it makes it that much more amazing. Bravo Air Canada.
So here we are, in the plane, (not “on” the plane, as George Carlin once noted – around 2:58). As we took off, Luc and I couldn’t help but quote this video that we both saw just a few days ago. And here we are, flying to Canada on our first direct flight ever…ok, so we had to get to Zurich, but that is hardly a burden compared to past trips where we were stuck at Frankfurt airport (3-4 hours from home) for 8 or 9 hours, because of issues with connecting flights.n
