Thursday's Child: Destination St. John's

Destination: St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada

When we visited: August 2007

Why to go:

St. John’s is the capital city of what is arguably the most unique area in North America.  Newfoundlanders are justifiably proud of their gorgeous province and their unique customs.

What to see:

Jelly Bean row, a series of unique and colourful homes, is one of the most photographed images in the city.

"The Rooms" is home to both a museum and art gallery, with a beautiful collection and lovely view of the harbour.  (If your visit works up an appetite, treat yourself to one of their cherry white chocolate cookies.)

Signal Hill was the site of the first transatlantic wireless broadcast, received by Guglielmo Marconi.  But more than that, it’s a gorgeous walk.  We took the circular trail for stunning views of the ocean and surrounding area.

And if you’re traveling with kids, don’t miss the Fluvarium.  It’s a museum connected with Memorial University, and the lowest level looks straight into the river.

Where to stay:

Leaside Manor Heritage Inn was a lovely bed and breakfast just a five minute drive from most of the sights.  Breakfasts were delicious (I should mention that breakfast service was quite slow, although after checking out tripadvisor.com, where this inn receives a #1 ranking in St. John’s, I’m guessing they’ve got those issues ironed out.)

Where to eat: 

We had two favourite restaurants in St. John’s.  Ches’s Fish and Chips is a St. John’s institution; this year they’re celebrating their 60^th anniversary.  Unsurprisingly, we opted for the fish and chips for lunch, although you could also order shrimp, scallops or chicken.  Ches’s serves good, basic food in a fun atmosphere.  

Blue on Water was also great, but a totally different experience.  We ate at this lovely restaurant twice, because our first brunch there was so outstanding.  The banana pancakes were to die for, and Andrew said his omelet was one of the best he’s had.  We got a side order of traditional Newfoundland toutons (essentially fried bread dough).

Bad News, Good News

Which do you want to hear first – the good news or the bad news?

Actually, the good news won’t make much sense without the bad, so that’s where I’ll start.  I’ve decided to give up baking for Lent.

Every year, I try to forgo something that I love for the forty days leading up to Easter.  The purpose is to make a sacrifice that I’ll miss in my daily life.  Most years I go without dessert, or some subset of dessert.

This year I decided to do something slightly different.  I love baking, and not being able to do that for six weeks will be something I dearly miss.  (Note that we won’t be eating out every night, because cooking is still okay.)  I’m hoping the creativity that I normally pour into my baking can be funneled into writing instead.

Now here’s the good news.  I did a burst of baking just before Lent started, and I have more than enough recipes and photos to carry me through.

That didn’t prevent me, on the first day of Lent, from standing wistfully in the middle of the cookbook section of my local Chapters store, gazing at the forbidden recipes.  Mercifully, I was able to leave the store with my integrity intact.  But it makes me think the next month and a half will be difficult.

There was nothing difficult about these muffins.  They were the best bran muffins I’ve ever made.  They were moist and tasted delicious on their own, as well as with honey or jam.  Don’t miss the step of lowering the oven temperature as soon as you put the muffins in the oven.  That’s what gives them a nice crispy exterior without drying them out.

By the way, when one of our girls asked Andrew what he was giving up for Lent, he said “Your mother’s baking.”  What a hero.

Honey-Raisin Bran Muffins

(Adapted from Williams-Sonoma Muffins)

2 cups all-purpose flour

2 cups wheat bran

1 ½ cups raisins

1/3 cup wheat germ

2 tsp baking soda

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp salt

½ cup unsalted butter, at room temperature

½ cup firmly packed brown sugar

½ cup honey

1 cup plain yogurt

½ cup buttermilk

2 tsp vanilla extract

3 large eggs, beaten

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.  Line 18 standard muffin cups with paper liners, or use silicon muffin tins. 

In a bowl, stir together the flour, bran, raisins, wheat germ, baking soda, baking powder and salt.

In another bowl, cream together the butter, brown sugar and honey until fluffy.  Beat in the yogurt, then the buttermilk and vanilla, until well blended and smooth.

Make a well in the centre of the dry ingredients and add the creamed mixture and the eggs.  Beat just until evenly moistened.  The batter will be thick and slightly lumpy.  Do not overmix.

Spoon the batter into each muffin cup, filing it level with the rim of the cup.

Transfer the filled pans to the oven and immediately reduce the oven temperature to 350 degrees.  Bake 18 – 22 minutes.  A toothpick inserted into the centre of a muffin should come out clean.  Let the muffins cool for at least 15 minutes before turning out of the tins.

Thursday's Child: Destination Atacama

Terrace at the Tierra Atacama Hotel

Destination: Atacama Desert, Chile

When we visited: March 2009 (which, in the southern hemisphere, is late summer/early fall)

A desert hike

Why to go:  

The Atacama Desert was the best adventure trip our family has ever taken.  Every day was completely different from the last, and we had a real sense of exploring the unknown.

El Tatio geysers

What to see:

We stayed in the Atacama desert for four nights, and barely scratched the surface of available activities.  We relaxed in hot springs; we hiked through a moonscape; we watched the sun set over salt flats.  One morning we woke early to drive into the mountains and see an active geyser (at an elevation of 4200 metres above sea level).  Two of us went horseback riding while the other two hiked a river bed.  We swam in a salt lake and visited two tiny nearby villages (Tokonao and Machuca). 

If we’d had longer, we might have biked Devil’s Glen, climbed the Toco volcano, seen local petroglyphs or gone bird watching.

Atacama salt flats

 Where to stay:

We were fortunate to stay at the wonderful Tierra Atacama Hotel right after it opened, when they were offering special introductory rates.  If we were to go again, it would definitely be a splurge, but I’d think seriously about it.  This lovely hotel, simply decorated in a Chilean style, offered volcano views through the picture window at the end of our room.  Several evenings we relaxed by a firepit on the terrace before entering the dining room for dinner.

Where to eat:

Meals at the hotel were included in our rate, and they were unbelievable.  Food was fresh, local and flavorful.  Much of it was grown in Tierra Atacama’s own gardens.  And the sensational fruit, and fruit desserts, were among the best I’ve ever eaten.

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Oscar Night

Poster from the 83rd annual Oscar awards

Is there any night like the Academy Awards?  Great Oscar moments live forever.  One of my favourite moments from the past was Roberto Benigni walking over the backs of the chairs in the audience to get to the front.  If I won an Oscar award, I'd be that excited too.  And who'll forget some of the many other magical moments: Sally Field exuding, "You like me, you really like me!"; Bjork wearing a swan dress, or Cher wearing her black Bob Mackie; Jack Palance doing one-armed pushups; and James Cameron, shouting "I'm the King of the World!"

Great moments aside, I sometimes wonder why I love the Academy Awards so much.  I don’t see many movies – this year I watched a pathetic three of the ten nominees.  (At least those three, Inception, The King’s Speech, and The Social Network, were all terrific.)  I don’t follow the lives of celebrities, other than what pops up on my Internet home page.  And what I know about fashion is limited to blue jeans, except on days when I’m writing, when it’s limited to sweat pants.

So why are the Academy Awards such a big deal?  A big part of it is the Oscar party.  Every year a group of us gets together at Marlie’s house.  We weigh in on beauty (yeah, Natalie Portman!) and fashion (yeah, Halle Berry!)  We praise the excellent speeches; is it any surprise that a writer (David Seidler, for The King’s Speech) had the best one of the evening?  We complete our Oscar pick sheets obsessively, hoping to win the Grand Prize – this year, it was a copy of the book The Movies That Matter.

Great girlfriends are wonderful in so many ways.  My friend Kim showed up toward the end of the ceremony, after helping her 17-year old son celebrate his birthday.  And in addition to her loyal friendship, one of the best things Kim has given me is this recipe.  These squares, taken from Fare For Friends, a cookbook to raise money for a women's shelter, are one of my favourites.  The sweetness of the apricot is a perfect balance for the tartness of the lemon.  Why don’t you make a batch of these for your girlfriends?

Apricot Squares
(from Fare For Friends)

2/3 cup dried apricots

2/3 cup water

1/2 cup butter

1/4 cup sugar

1 cup flour (first amount)

2 egg yolks

3/4 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup coconut

1/2 cup flour (second amount)

1/4 tsp salt

1/2 tsp baking powder

Icing

1/4 cup butter

2 cups icing sugar

juice of one lemon

Preheat oven to 300 degrees.  Line a 9" square cake pan with parchment paper.

Cut apricots in small pieces and simmer with the water for 15 minutes or until all of the water is absorbed.  

Meanwhile, mix butter, sugar and 1 cup flour and press into prepared pan; bake for 15 minutes.  Remove from oven and increase oven temperature to 325 degrees.  Beat 2 egg yolks and combine with brown sugar, coconut, 1/2 cup flour, salt, baking powder, apricots and any remaining cooking water.  Spread mixture on crust and bake for 25 minutes.

Once squares have cooled, combine butter, icing sugar and lemon.  Spread on squares.

Thursday's Child: Destination Prague

Recently I’ve had a few people ask me for advice on upcoming trips.  They’ve been looking for more practical information than I usually give – where to stay, where to eat, and some of the highlights of a particular location.  I’ve decided to add an occasional feature to my Thursday posts, where I’ll share some of that information.  Keep in mind that I’m only reporting on what one family has seen, and you’re always best to consult a guide book for a complete list of highlights.  Also, hotels and restaurants may change over time, so a quick visit to tripadvisor.com should tell you if the establishment is still open and still operating at the level we experienced.

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Destination Prague

When we visited: August 2006

Why to go: 

It’s a wonderful, old European city that’s full of charm and romance.  The Charles Bridge is iconic.  This lovely bridge is lined with statues of the saints that are so eloquent, you feel that if they could speak, they would whisper the wisdom of the ages.

On Charles Bridge

What to see:

The focal point of Prague is the Charles Bridge.  It's busy during the day, and fills up in the evening with street performers.  But I loved it early in the morning, when it was still and silent, and we had it almost to ourselves.

Prague Castle is to the west side of the bridge, up a steep hill.  The castle complex is always crowded, but definitely worth seeing.  Golden Lane is a little street of 16th century homes built inside the castle walls, and Franz Kafka lived at one of them.   

Pinkas synagogue, in Josefov

On the east side of the bridge are Wenceslas Square and the Old Town.  We loved visiting the Jewish quarter (Josefov), Pinkas synagogue and the old Jewish cemetery -- very poignant and powerful.  The myth of the Golem originated here, and knowing that story added so much atmosphere to our walk.  

We also spent a lovely afternoon at Petrin Hill.  It was a fun walk there and back for the girls, and provided a beautiful view of the city and river.  

Church of St. Nicholas

Where to stay: 

We stayed at the charming hotel, The Golden Wheel.  Located in the quieter Mala Strana district, we were a short walk from the bridge that connected to the more bustling Old Town.  (However, if you’re not a walker, be aware that it was a steep uphill trek at the end of each day.)  Breakfasts were lovely, and our room had a sweet little loft for the girls to sleep in.

Where to eat:

Having kids, we don't always eat at fine dining establishments!  But we had three great dinners in Prague.  Our first night, we ate at Malteskych Vytiru (I'm missing about five accents, but it translates as "At Knights of Malta").  They serve Czech meals in a brick-lined cellar, and that's where we learned to pronounce our first few Czech words.  The second night we ate at Hergetova Cihelna.  It had a magnificent view of the Charles Bridge, and our hotel helped us make reservations that would coincide with sunset.  And probably the best meal we had was at Square, close to the Church of St. Nicholas.

Racing Like a Pronoun

Most of us have at least one song that we thought we knew the lyrics to, only to realize we were singing the wrong words.  I do it all the time, but one of my strangest came from my favourite album, Boxer by The National.  The song is “Racing Like a Pro” and it describes someone who’s miserable in his middle class job and middle class life, and doesn’t know how to escape it.  The real lyrics are:

“Your mind is racing like a pro now

Oh my god it doesn’t mean a lot to you”

And of course the first time I listened, I heard line one as “Racing like a pronoun”.  I’m a writer and probably think about pronouns more than the average person, but still?  Do pronouns race?  If so, is Nathan Detroit placing bets on them?

Everyone in my family has their own misheard lyrics.  My husband listened to The Rolling Stones’ “Beast of Burden” for years, including the line “Yeah, all your sickness/ I can suck it up”.  Except his personal variation was “All your sickness/ I’m a sunken duck”.  True story.

And my youngest daughter told me about one of her own.  In “Viva La Vida”, she thought “Now in the morning I sleep alone” was actually “In the morning I sleep til noon”.  She couldn’t figure out why that was supposed to be a bad thing.

What about you?  What’s your most entertaining misheard lyric?

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