Sel de Noël

Flying to another province is exciting in itself. You're not just driving six hours to Winnipeg. You're getting on a plane and getting away.

You know that you've arrived in a completely different environment, however, when you take a deep breath and the salty air settles on your tongue. This is not thin prairie air; it's the heavy, water-speckled stuff that skims above the ocean.

We've been balancing turkey dinners and ever-replenishing dainty trays with walks and runs to the Lawrencetown Beach.

Likes: a spicy Shiraz, chocolate haystacks and long walks on the beach.

Steve's found driftwood and stones swept into yin and yang formations by the waves and wind.

Seaweed has become my muse. Ganglion-like reeds and fronds, the plant-life of the Atlantic. It's 0 degrees out there, but the wind whips my fingers cold as I manipulate the weeds for a photoshoot.

Everyone has their traditions. On Christmas Day we arrived to find four surfers dipping through the waters, enduring the brainfreeze to be able to ride for a minute before starting again.

Christmas: Must love family. The sel to my Noël.

Brunch: Best Meal Going

You too can host your own Meaghan and Steve Christmas Brunch!

The Menu:

• sticky gingerbread loaf and creme anglaise
• crepes (made by mom) and caramelized apples (à la Baked Expectations)
• marinated steamed veggies with feta and olives
• mushroom, scallions, dill and feta quiche
• tomato and basil quiche
• pork roast with Jamaican jerk rub
• Christmas Morning Wife Saver (made by Mrs. Danby)
• sweet potato and zucchini latkes
• fresh fruit with chocolate yogurt dipping sauce and mini banana muffins (brought by friends)
• coffee and Baileys
• Momosas

Invite family, friends, neighbours and those odd, interesting people you would like to hang out with more. Prep and make as much of the menu as you can before the day of. Borrow chairs from your friend's parents. Stack firewood in a pyramid so that it looks like you always have such a ready, organized supply right at hand. Put on a dancer dress and the Stars, Buena Vista Social Club and Adele. Pull out the garage sale 70's yellow-flowered coffee urn (1'6'') and replenish regularly. Set out your collection of mugs and mug trees. Tell the cat to sit on all the chairs and the dog to guard the buffet table, like the troll under the bridge that he is. Fill your plate, fill your mug, fill your glass and get your fill of amazing people (and food). Then, after all are gone, a book has been read, the kitchen is cleaned, take a walk on the ice to Snake Island and lie down in the snow with your head on your lover's arm, face turned up to the falling flakes and the grey, cloudy skies.

Signs of the times

You know it's Christmas when...

You decide to cook a turkey for the first time in your life and think it would be a good idea to brine it. But there is no container large enough in the house to hold it except for the laundry hamper. Said hamper is diligently cleaned, then filled with oranges, onions, star anise, cloves, pepper balls, cinnamon sticks, honey, sugar, salt and all other manner of things to make a turkey succulent and tasty. Though once it's cooked, you can't really tell if the fancy brine has made a difference. And when the hamper is emptied (down the bathtub drain instead of directly into the septic tank), the cloves clog the pipes. But the turkey is delicious.


Also, you decorate. Even if only for a week. Strings of coloured stars from Ten Thousand Villages, strings of lights from MacCleod's True Value. A tree snipped from across the road adorned with all manners of decorations received and collected since birth. The Christmas Pickle, the East Coast lobster, Granddaughter's First Christmas, old sparkly silver balls, fairies, ballerinas, Pere Fouettards and mice. Many mice. Thankfully there's a sister to help.

So merry Christmas to all. Whereever you are, whatever your traditions may be. Love the ones you're with, love the ones you miss.

Love,
meg

I used to have a shirt

I used to have a shirt. Lovely shirt. It got stomped on and pulled and tored during reindeer games at school. Poor Rudolph? I don't think so. He would not have wanted to be a part of that.

So last night was spent creating a good luck charm. Not vengeance. That would be bad. Merely (merrily), um, retribution? Steve had a word with a positive spin to it, but it's slipped my mind.

Sugar and spice and everything. Nice.