Still Chugging Along

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A cloudy October morning. It’s the 8th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I’m still chugging along with all the challenges I set for myself. I’m not obsessive or stressing myself about them. I do try to do the best I can. However, I am getting a bit weary but it’s more to do with the season than anything else.

With the progressive shortening of the days, I am craving more food, especially carbs. The other day I ate 2 sandwiches for lunch. One tasted so good that I had to have a second. Then there’s the fatigue. I slept in till 8 even though I went to bed at a decent hour last night. These are the physical realities. It is what it is. I can be a little flexible and not be so stern with myself. I can also practice a little restraint at the same time.

Did I say I’m tired? I only got up 2 hours ago and I’m already feeling sleepy. I need to get up and out even though I don’t quite feel like it. There’s still leeks and celery to harvest. The greenhouse needs watering. There’s leaves to rake. There’s a lot of work calling me. I better get off my butt and get in gear.

It’s a Wrap

It’s another afternoon of trying to master the art of wrapping a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling). I have to call it a partial success. I started off well. The first 5 were relatively easy. The leaves were still warm and more pliable. Some were big enough that I used only one. I was mightly pleased with myself. Then I got tired and things went downhill and it was an uphill climb for me. Next round would be easier. I’m more experienced and I could warm the cooled leaves with some warm water.

It won’t be awhile before the next time though. I am pooped. Someone asked why I’m doing this. The reasons are many. For one thing, they are very delicious and part of my heritage. I love all Chinese food. Making zongzi is an art, all the steps. It is all very good for my brain and requires physical dexterity. It makes me enjoy the slowness of life. You can’t make zongzi in a hurry. It requires time and patience.

Now I will rest up for my next challenge of making mooncake. It is past Mid-Autumn Festival but I have to do it when it fits my mood and energy. I had this desire a few years ago and ordered a set of molds from Amazon. By the time they came, I got discouraged by the seemingly difficult steps. They’ve been sitting in the drawer since. Now I am ready. Not this very minute but maybe on the weekend. I have my recipes, the molds and the salted eggs. I’ve made the red bean paste and syrup. I’ve studied up. So wish me luck for the weekend.

Obsessions and Failures

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Lately I’ve been obsessed with making Chinese sticky rice dumplings known as Zongzi. Who knows why I get this sudden urge so late in life. It’s not an easy task. It involves many steps, many ingredient and a few days. Perhaps that’s the catch. I never like the easy stuff. Needless to say, I haven’t quite mastered the art of making Zongzi.

It is an art, a loving proces though at the end, I could be gnashing my teeth and snarling a mean snarl. The preparating of soaking the bamboo leaves in cold water overnight is relatively easy except for fitting all the leaves into a big enough pot. The next day I boil the leaves for 15 minutes. After it’s cool then rinsing and wiping down the leaves on both sides. Now comes the tricky part of making a pocket out of 2 leaves, filling the pocket and wrapping it all up into a triangle and tying neatly with a string. Sounds easy enough but it’s not.

The wrap is my failure. I get the pocket. I add a 3rd leave. Then comes the close up. 9 times out of 10, a leaf cracks along the vein and rice falls out. By the 7th zongzi, my hair is standing on end and I am swearing. I am lucky if I get one or two nice looking zongzi. Sometimes I have to use 4 leaves to make one. I refuse to go beyond 4. The last time I gave up with 3 more zongzi to make. So I have the leftover fillings still in the fridge.

After all the trial and tribulation I have learned a few more things. Never prepare too many leaves ahead. After storing in the freezer, they are weaker. Maybe that was why I was having so much trouble with the splitting. I thought I would save myself more work by preparing all the leaves (180) ahead of time and freezing them till I need them. So I’ve prepared 11 leaves to finish making the 3 I gave up on. This time I added a little olive oil to the boiling water to make the leaves more pliable.

Wish me luck. I’m off for my morning walk while the leaves cool off enough to handle.

Sunday Mornings

This autumn I’ve grown to love my Sunday mornings with my sister. At first it was to pick apples at Boffins Garden. Now it’s a ritual that we both enjoy. My sister would bring coffee and scones and I, my fruit picker. The apples are over now. We had our last picking a week ago. My sister makes pies with hers. I juice mine. Yesterday we met a couple of fellow pickers. Their apples were big and so beautiful. They picked 36 pounds last week and their other family members had 18 pounds. We vow we would start picking earlier next year.

What a treasure Boffins is. It is just a short drive straight down my street. It and its fruit are free and open to the public. It’s like having my own fruit orchard. Our Sundays mornings have been mostly sunny so far. Even in rain, the garden is a beautiful and restful place. There’s the gazebo overlooking the pond where we can sit out of the weather. It’s peaceful to sit and sip our coffee, reminisce about our mother and our childhoods. We talk about our father’s quirky personality. We decided that it is not possible to understand it and best to leave it alone.

There’s much more beyond the garden. There’s the University of Saskatchewan Agriculturual Greenhouses nearby. We wandered onto the Meewasin Valley Tail next to the South Saskatchewan river bank. What magnificent views! Next week I want to climb the stairs to the railway bridge.

Autumn Joy

Saturday, October 3, the 3rd day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I am grateful to be here. October is a joyful month, full of colour and harvest.

In October my greenhouse is still green and thriving, full of bitter melons, cucumbers and little cherry tomatoes.

October is the month my mother left this world. Her favourite flowers are still vibrant and in full bloom. She is happy and smiling from heaven.

Excited Again

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October 2 and the second day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I am surprised to find that I am excited again about writing and living. It’s been a difficult 2 years of living in the dark. Now the darkness has lifted. Someone turned on the light. Was it Him? Or was it Wayne Dyer, alias Lao-tzu? Regardless of who is responsible I am grateful and surprised by joy.

These days are golden and wondrous. Once again I am curious and eager. There’s still so much to discover and learn. I am happy to leave sadness and hopelessness behind. The world is still full of goodness though I am aware of its sickness. It’s the ying and yang of everything. You can’t have one without the other. It’s like the piano keys and the lyrics of Paul McCartney’s Ebony and Ivory.

Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh Lord, why don’t we?

We all know that people are the same whereever you go
There is good and bad in ev’ryone
We learn to live, when we learn to give
Each other what we need to survive, together alive

It’s good to feel alive and excited again. It’s good to feel the sun on my face on my morning walks. Now there’s the crunch of leaves underfoot. I love hearing the ring of my laugh in the air. I don’t even mind the sound of traffic rushing by. I’m looking forward to tomorrow and another day of writing and discovery.

First Days

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The first day of October and the first day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I need challenges to keep me writing and to keep me moving in everything. As usual I do not have plans on what I will be writing about. The only plan I have is to enjoy the process and to show up for each day of October. I plan to engage with other bloggers in the challenge as much as possible. Community makes it more meaningful and enjoyable.

It’s wonderful to make the start on a cheery sunny October morning. God knows that our world needs the sunshine and cheer. I will try to walk on the sunny side. I have been immersed in the dark too much to stay informed. It hasn’t done much good except in making me a miserable person. So no more of that! I’m also doing my own 100 day project along with the UBC. The 100 days consist of reading 2 books I have on the book shelf for many years but haven’t read. The first one is from my university days, Surprised by Joy by C.S. Lewis. The second, Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life, Living the Sisdom of the Tao by Wayne W. Dyer.

I love these first days of starting new challenges. I’m like a kid on the first day of school. I love learning. I love words, reading and writing them. I will be showing up each day. I will make it simple and short. I hope the words will flow. Wishing myself and my fellow bloggers lots of luck and stamina.

Making Hay While the Sun Shines

Another golden and balmy September day. I wonder how long this honeymoon will last. I might as well make hay while the sun lasts. This day may never come again. On days like these, life’s irksome problems are easier to handle. Nothing seems to bother me. Fortune seems to smile upon me.

The greenhouse is still thriving, abundant with buzzing bees. I give thanks to my ancestors and the heavens for this bounty. Today is Mid-Autumn or Mooncake Festival. It is the celebration of harvest in mid autumn when the moon is the fullest and brightest. I shall celebrate by learning to make mooncake. It might take me a little/long while to do it but it is do-able. I have the cake molds and most of the ingredients. I have a a recipe. It might very well be my Christmas cake when it gets done. It’s a worthwhile challenge, testing my brain and patience. It’ll be a grand surprise for all of us.

I can’t wait to get started but I should study the recipe thoroughtly first. Then I should gather all the ingredients and do one small step at a time. You can’t build a mooncake in a day unless you go out and buy it. And what is the challenge of that, eh?

A Delicious Day

Another beautiful sunny September day. I was rewarded with a good night of sleep. It was so sweet and delicious after a sleepless night the day before. I started the day with no explosions. I was successful making a perfect poached egg in the microwave without incident. Sometimes life can be sublime and so can I. Sometimes it is just a matter of attitude.

Now it is early evening. Some of the spark has worn off but I still have the memory of it. My morning walk to the Asian Market in the sun was wonderful. I stopped and had a little rest in the park on the way. It had Puff the Magic Dragon and a crayon to draw with. It reminded me of my many walks with Sheba. We passed here many times. It filled me with memories of our times together and my love of her. There will never another Sheba.

Life doesn’t have to be perfect. Often they are not. It’s days like today that makes them okay.

An Eggplosion

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Last night was another one of those sleepless nights for me. I wasn’t in my best this morning. I thought I would take the easy way out with breakfast by poaching my egg in the microwave instead of in a pot of water on the stove top. I put 1/2 cup of water in a microwaveable bowl. I cracked an egg into it and poked the yoke with a toothpick. I put it in the microwave on high for 45 seconds. It looked raw so I did it for one minute. It still looked not cooked. I added 30 seconds. It ended with a loud explosion.

I opened the oven door. There was egg whites splattered everywhere inside. The yoke had escaped the bowl but was intact. I scraped it into the bowl and proceeded to wipe and clean the mess. It took much longer than if I had just poached in a pot. I thought I would be saving time by not having to wash a pot. Wrong! Being sleepless, I had no energy to despair. I just moped and mopped till it was all cleaned up. I am willing to try again tomorrow with this experience under my belt.

I tried to carry on my regular day. I did not do my 5 minute meditation. I have not done my 100 day project of daily readings from Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life and Surprised by Joy. I still have time to as I read only a few pages of each. However, I did do my morning walk to the mall. I hope that will help me to sleep tonight. I am not thrilled with these fretful nights. But it is what it is. No use fretting about fretting and not being able to let go and empty my mind. Accept and adopt the way of the Tao.