Category: Family Life

100 Day Project, Days 17 thru 19 – Cake

I’ve been having weird food cravings lately. Maybe not even cravings – more like fixations? I’ve been really wanting to make sushi rolls for the past two weeks but I’ve been in too much pain to do much of anything (especially anything that calls for standing for any length of time). And then my mum mentioned that she had made a cinnamon loaf and I immediately wanted to make a cinnamon coffee cake of some sort. Today, with a lot of help from Moira, I managed to accomplish this task. I followed the Cinnamon Streusel Cake by Vegan Richa. The only alterations I made were using all whole wheat flour and adding pecans to the streusel topping.

I also started thinking longingly of the Onigiri that we by from a small vendor at the Salt Spring Saturday Market when we have traveled to Salt Spring Island, B.C. They are always so fresh and delicious (and meat free) and come with a wonderfully umami miso dip. Just thinking about it is making me hungry. Anyway, this resulted in my watching videos today trying to figure out if I can make them at home. Someone pointed me towards a video thread of author Hiromi Goto giving a short demonstration on how to make them on Twitter. So not only is she a wonderful author but she is now my inspiration to make these and since I wanted to make them with mushrooms (like one of the ones I get on Salt Spring Island), I’m going to have to call them a Chorus of Mushroom Onigiri in honour of Hiromi’s brilliant novel.

“I like cooking because it is so rewarding,” said Moira about five minutes ago. I have to agree.

(These current blog posts are part of my #100dayproject and are written quickly and posted without significant editing. They are what they are, mistakes and all. Much like me.)

100 Day Project, Day 13

I spent most of the day laying flat on my back in bed. The times I wasn’t I was trying to sit outside to enjoy our belated spring weather. I think laying flat is the best thing for me right now though. Too much upright time is hard on my fractured sternum and if I’m laying flat I can breathe properly. I decided that I am going to try and keep working on my sock while laying flat. I figure if Frida Khalo can create glorious works of art while laying down and in constant pain I can knit a sock. I didn’t get a good photo of this sock today and it is too late now. I’m a natural light photographer – which means I’ve never been able to figure out how to work a flash properly.

Oonagh got over her fear of riding her bike today. If nothing else that makes today a good day.

Tomorrow starts a week of radiation. The hospital is trying so hard to follow all the Covid-19 guidelines I feel like I should write a post about that. I heard one of the girls talking on Friday about how every day the guidelines change: one week they were giving every one gloves to wear, but last week it had been decided that gloves were not as effective as washing your hands repeatedly. I wonder what new guidelines this week will bring.

100 Day Project, Day 12

It was a good day until the pain got the better of me. Sometimes things are just too much. I came to the realization today that death, no matter how many people are around to support you, is a lonely business. No matter what you are going on alone and there is so much that can’t be said to protect the living. So many people rely on the image of the happy cancer patient living their life to the fullest so they don’t have to be reminded of their own mortality. I totally get this because even I don’t want to be reminded. Today we went for a drive and I wanted to get out of the car and just run but all I could do was sit there trapped inside this body that doesn’t seem to want me any more than I want it right now. Writing is helping though even if my words are carefully measured. At least I have that.

(These current blog posts are part of my #100dayproject and are written quickly and posted without significant editing. They are what they are, mistakes and all. Much like me.)