Lemon Tart is (very!) Lemon Tardy summing up the March Salon Question: What is the luxury you cannot do without and why is it indispensable to you? You all had delicious things to say. In fact, if I strung all of them together it sounds like the kind of day or weekend that would be hard to resist. Imagine 48 hours of this:
A couple of weeks ago a friend of mine, a mentor actually, posted an uncharacteristically political news item on Facebook: Harper’s communication unit bigfoots Parks Canada news conference
Since when did “bigfoot” become a transitive verb? Apparently, since 1980 when it came to be used by journalists to describe someone who steals a big story from a lower ranking colleague. So what happened? In a nutshell, the Privy Council removed the name of the federal agency responsible for national parks from a public event announcing the creation of one – replacing it with the term “Harper Government” instead.
Now, I am not naive enough to believe that the manipulation of public events for political gain is somehow unusual. But to take credit for work you didn’t do? Well, it seems disingenuous at best.
A big thank you to everyone who shared their thoughts on last month’s conversation question. I don’t know about all of you but it really makes me feel like I’m part of a larger community. Delicious. So here is the March question for you! Beginning with a little story: Continue reading
Today, I’d like talk about pyjamas – PJs, nightclothes, lingerie – whatever we as women wear to bed. I know I’m treading dangerously close (sigh, again) to topics that I’d rather not discuss with the Mother Sugar public but I … Continue reading
This week has been a little quieter than usual here at Mother Sugar. We would normally be sharing a post from Bitter en Zoet, one of our best loved contributors. Instead, we are grateful and very happy to announce that Bitter en Zoet recently gave birth to a healthy and beautiful child. Continue reading
Fill your go-mug with your favourite hot bevvie. This is a long one. Last week, I experienced the worst winter road conditions of my vehicular life. Not the scariest – that award goes to the time my carpool partner and … Continue reading
In case you missed it, there’s a new feature here at Mother Sugar called, The Salon: What You Know For Sure. Every month we’ll be asking a new question and inviting all of you to respond. Big or small, long or short, send us your memories and we’ll share ours. Today’s post draws on this month’s theme:
This post started though before we decided to invite you for tea and cake in the Salon. Continue reading
Confession. I lived at home until I was 34 years old.
Oh alright, I didn’t actually live with my parents until I was 34 years old. I lived in a home they owned, in a town 65 miles from the house I grew up in, save for two conspicuous years living outside of Canada. I didn’t stay home because I was afraid to live on my own, I stayed home because it seemed practical. Why rent in one of the most expensive communities in the country when I could live rent free and put money away? I spent too many years making A’s, even if they weren’t in math, not to see the value in that. Continue reading
This is one of my favorite things. It looks like a regular cup of coffee but it is not. It’s part of a ritual. The ritual starts with an Americano – Valrhona chocolate to the tired drip coffee in the … Continue reading
I’m sure I was told this as a child. Isn’t every child told to be good? And what does that mean? Don’t upset Mum and Dad. Don’t hit your brother. Don’t write on the walls. Don’t play with your food. Don’t pull the dog’s ears. Don’t pick the neighbour’s flowers. Don’t knock over the plants. It means behave yourself. But for children just learning to distinguish right from wrong, kindness and cruelty, not to mention the nuances of social norms and behaviour, being good really just means not rocking the boat. Continue reading