Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Eat. Drink. Be Merry.


Back in June we there a dinner party for some Rochester friends who hadn't seen the house yet. We ate cake in honor of Matt's birthday. 


But to be honest, it was really so that I could live out a mental vision I had when we walked the backyard of this house and saw the horizontal tree.


Yes, the horizontal tree you all want me to remove.


Well, everyone but Matt and my dad, the two men who understand my love of this tree.


Anyway, I had a very clear vision of this very dinner party.


And so, in typical Deedle fashion, it had to be executed.


There were wildflowers, and chicken, and mustadry-potatoes, and drinks with herbs from the garden, and babies toddling around in bare feet.



Mark even got in the tree I love so dearly. Sunny day, great people. It was perfect. Just as the vision - as some things turn out to be.

Saturday, September 06, 2014

Toronto Snippets: Four

Take a Deedle to Toronto for her birthday (for any holiday, or non-holiday really) and she will be yours forever. I'm like a puppy that way. And so we went. And we explored. And ate. And drank. And rode. And snapped. And took it in, all of it. The people, the glory, the moment. Here are the snapshots and light commentary in no particular order.





Some of my favorite leftover shots are in this post. They have everything and nothing to do with anything in particular.



Also, we too the Retina with us. Along a walk back through Chinatown we were stopped by a man who yelled out "Hey Retina!" and then went on to share a ton of information, passion, and love for the camera we were toting around. It was one of the best experiences of the whole trip.





While the film prints have yet to be developed, I know they will be good. I have yet to get a roll back that isn't good from that camera. Something about its view on the moment, slightly more removed from the situation than a digital shot, but present all at the same time.



I look forward to its treasures, and I look forward to sharing them with you.



Which leads me to my last point. Remember to go against the waves. Sometimes it's really easy to get caught up in the social media share world we live in. I won't run on about it, because the best summary and its ill-effects has already been done here. Barfing unicorns. Read the post.




Plus, you are reading this on a blog by someone who loves her some social media. (I really, really do.) But my point is that sometimes it's important to go back, to be patient, to take a risk, to turn off the GPS, to hop on the public transit with your film camera and experience the moment knowing everything will be a-okay.



We owe it to ourselves. We owe it to a generation who doesn't know anything but this new uber-connected world we live in. We owe it to the folks who still make and wind film. Take your life, unplug, and go out to make something beautiful.

Thursday, September 04, 2014

Toronto Snippets: Three

Take a Deedle to Toronto for her birthday (for any holiday, or non-holiday really) and she will be yours forever. I'm like a puppy that way. And so we went. And we explored. And ate. And drank. And rode. And snapped. And took it in, all of it. The people, the glory, the moment. Here are the snapshots and light commentary in no particular order.



Gluten upsets my stomach and is the reason I have spent ages 13-32 planning my life around access to bathrooms and pockets of Pepto. There I've said it. I also have moments where I throw caution to the wind, load myself up on the pink savior and enjoy a little something Gluten-y that I haven't had in forever. It's a terrible way to live.


Which is why when you accidentally stumble upon a bar (Kensington Cornerstone) who you just hope will have a decent glass of sangria and understand what you mean by "bring me the biggest glass of ice water you can manage" on a day it was only supposed to be 70 degrees but really was 85 with 90% humidity, and you and what you think is the bartender connect over sorghum when you ask what makes up the gluten-free beer on tap!   only to find out the whole darn place is gluten free, you esthetically. Freak. Out. (My apologies for the run on.)


I mean, if the sangria was that good - how could their food be? So you chat with the guy, who turns out is the owner and is celiac, about breads and how there really is no good GF bread. But he argues, you are wrong - you haven't had the bread they buy from a local manufacture. They use challah and pumpernickel. You honestly believe he is lying, because everyone says they have/make/know of good  gluten free bread and you know the only true answer to that is the eggy Against the Grain rolls, because you've eaten or tried them all. And NONE of them have pumpernickel or challah. That is absurd.


So he brings you pumpernickel toast on the house. Not only is it pretty - but it's good.  I'm sorry, I think that you might not understand what I mean by the italics...
IT IS FAN-FU#&*NG-TASTIC. 
It is the best gluten free bread you have ever eaten. In fact, it really does rival the best pumpernickel bread you have ever eaten. And you grew up with Jimbo, you know your pumpernickel toast.


In the end, you do what any gluten loving gluten free girl can do. You make your husband come back for dinner because they will make you grilled cheese on challah. I know, I know. Grilled cheese? But you don't understand if you're not GF. Grilled cheese is one of my meccas. One thing I long to eat as a GF person, but do not because it will never be as good as it was with gluten.


Turns out Kensington Cornerstone can make a gluten free grilled cheese that good. As they can sliders, pie, and probably all of your gluten filled dreams. And they'll bring it to you with a pitch of mojitos, a lovely patio, and a staff genuinely happy you're there. Because they did this all for you.

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Toronto Snippets: Two

Take a Deedle to Toronto for her birthday (for any holiday, or non-holiday really) and she will be yours forever. I'm like a puppy that way. And so we went. And we explored. And ate. And drank. And rode. And snapped. And took it in, all of it. The people, the glory, the moment. Here are the snapshots and light commentary in no particular order.



My favorite restaurant is The Queen and Beaver Public House in Toronto. I've written about it before. Okay maybe a couple of times (okay more) but going there is like going to see an old friend. The food is always great, the service is always perfectly balanced, no one ever hurries me along, and I always have a table.

It's a gastric hug. Eating and spending time in its upstairs area is, for me, a break from whatever is troubling.


In music, it would be Willie Nelson. In TV, Grey's Anatomy. In a drink, a dirty martini with three olives. In nature, a snowstorm outside while being wrapped up in a quilt inside. In holiday traditions, the rice and beans to Thanksgiving. In other words The Queen and Beaver is comforting to a Deedle.

It's also a nice place to celebrate the evening of your 34th birthday, a year marked with the best and the worst. There was cider in a beautiful bottle, curried ketchup, curry so hot, burnt butter honey honeycomb, and fairy lights.


I told Matt that if I ever disappear, check here first for me. Walking up the squeaky staircase put me immediately at ease, and sometimes you just need that when the world goes wonk.