Reading and Writing

A “Taste of Home”. The man in the mural is Danny Lytton. He once came to my old farm to help round up a couple Belgian horses I was boarding for horse loggers. The Belgians didn’t want to leave. Danny was so good with horses, he managed to coax them to the trailer.

I’m sitting in my fave little local cafe (there are only two – one we call “The Dry Place” because the food is too dry for our liking and the coffee always tastes burnt, and this one my family and I call “Taste”, short for “Taste Of Home”, because we kept forgetting its real name years ago, which first was “One Another, A Coffee House”; then it was “Bicycle Tree”; and now it’s “Rise & Grind Coffee Shop”, but one of my sons calls it “the kaif”, phonetically pronouncing cafe that way because he plays with words like his mom does).

Ah, it sounds like Jim Croce (whom my son might call Jim Croas phonetically) singing over the speakers right now, something about a Georgia girl he hopes will take him back. Now Gordon Lightfoot is singing about how it would be if his love could read his mind.

While I sip a soy cafe au lait, I have been reading a book, the latest one I’ve bought. It’s a slow process because so many things I read in it remind me of points from my own Alaskan past, so I go make notes in my manuscript documents. That, and I make penciled notes in the book itself.

Here is a page from the abovementioned book, which is called “Alaska in the Wake of the North Star”. Having looked at the publisher’s website (Hancock House), I feel I should contact them about my book, as it seems to fit with a lot of what they have published.

I would love to know if anyone reading this also makes notes in the books they read. 🙂

Hippie Coffee

Look at that golden froth atop the coffee. That’s what happens when you blend hot soy milk, turmeric, and a few other goodies into your brew.

Specifically, here’s how I do them: Half a mug of Ginger Fire Chai, half a mug of Aeropress’d espresso roast coffee (freshly ground in a burr grinder with a few shakes of hot red pepper flakes), an ounce of heated soy milk, Himalayan pink salt, stevia leaf powder, black pepper, coconut oil, nutmeg, cinnamon, and turmeric. Froth it up in the blender.

I prefer this over everything I’ve ever had in any coffee shop. Way cheaper, too.

I’ve heard that coffee and tea mixed together is called a “dirty chai”, and when you add soy milk it’s a “dirty hippie”. But this stuff is more like a “crazy health-freak hippie”.

Yeah, man. I can dig it. Call it what you like, but give it a try. You might like it as much as I do.

Coffee O’Clock

Not today’s homebrew, this was store-bought, shot from the passenger seat of my daughter’s car as we drove north of Williams Lake, BC recently

Yesterday’s post was spur-of-the-moment and late at night. Today, I am writing before the day gets too crazy. And by “crazy”, for me, that means anything more than having to speak one word out loud.

Talking cuts in on managing my plans. The list of gotta-do’s grows faster than the items can get stricken off or even written down.

Before I can get too busy, I need to let the coffee sink in. Blogging aimlessly is a great way to allow it to happen. It’s a little stretch for my brain.

And here ends a pointless blog post. Don’t abandon me just yet, though. I might write something of interest to you another day.

Feel free to leave some trivia in the comment section, as a touché for what I have posted. 🙂

Sunshine: Is That A Promise Or A Threat?

Sunshine and blue skies hang out with me this morning while I enjoy a cup of coffee. (Yeah, that’s yellow coffee because I put turmeric in it, along with heated soy milk, black pepper, coconut oil, Himalayan pink salt, and stevia before frothing it all together in the blender and topping it with cinnamon.)

Birds warble and croon and serenade, my dogs bask in the warmth, my youngest children are sleeping in because they were up late last night goofing around, and a squirrel chirps at me from a stand of aspen.

“Good morning!” my heart sings and all seems perfect.

The lone red petunia on the table, though, is showing signs of death.

And the grass isn’t as green as it should be for this time of year.

The sunshine, as beautiful as it is, reminds me there hasn’t been a proper rainfall in a long time.

I think back to the summer of 2017 and recall how quickly the forest fires raged from the hills and threw their smoke to veil everything we saw. Everywhere smelled like barbecue. It smelled good, but that smell was deceiving.

The sunshine is so good, but we do need rain to cover our land with rejuvenating water.

Please be praying with me for healthy amounts of rain in our land of British Columbia, Canada, and for the same in the lands of others where things like intentional power blackouts due to lack of water in the dams are negatively affecting lives.

Time is running dry. The way the world is looking these days, the end of life as we know it could be sooner than we can imagine, if your individual death doesn’t happen suddenly first.  My number one hope is that all who read this will be in heaven with me as that moment comes. If you are not sure you will be in heaven, check out this page:

Why We Need To Be Saved and HOW

Or you might like this video. (Don’t worry about the word “Propaganda” – it’s just the stage name of the guy named Jason who’s talking. His way with words is mesmerizing and he’s got the gist of the message bang-on!)

Eternal life through faith in Jesus Christ, the living Son of God. That is a promise, not a threat. That is the incorruptible we can put on and wear knowing it will never fade, shrink, tear, ignite, crumble, or otherwise partake in the act of dying, for in Christ there is no more death. He conquered death after He died on the cross, and when we put Him on, we’re truly covered.

Three things will last forever – faith, hope, and love – and the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13:13)

 

Turmeric Coffee

I’ve been making these coffees that are kind of time-consuming to build but they’re so worth it for taste and texture.

I super-fine-grind in an electric burr grinder a scoop of Jivaro Dusk dark roasted beans from Cherry Hill coffee roasters in the Okanagan.

Then I put it in an AeroPress, along with a teaspoon or so of unsweetened cocoa powder and a few sprinkles of red pepper flakes.

Then I heat up 1/4 mug of soy milk, press the coffee with boiling water, and mix it all together in the blender with 1/2 tsp of turmeric, 1/4 tsp stevia powder, a few shakes of Himalayan pink salt, a few grinds of multicoloured peppercorns, and a tsp of coconut oil.

It blends up so there’s a thick layer of golden frothy milk on top when I pour it into a mug.

My sister says it’s way too much work, but she hasn’t tasted one o’ these.

Wasting Coffee

I have heard it said, “Don’t waste your time with crappy coffee.”

I agree.

However, I wasted some time finding a good cup of coffee.

In the summer of 2017, finally allowed to go home after 19 days of evacuation, my family and I were trying to get out of Prince George. The shorter route still had a long section closed due to the forest fires, so we had to take the long way home – 7 hours, instead of 3.5.

I wanted a good cup of coffee to start my drive, but the nearest decent cafe was in downtown PG, 20 minutes away, whereas we were out in College Heights, just leaving my third daughter’s house after saying goodbye.

I had a Tim Hortons gift card, sent to me by my second daughter, and so I took the family to the nearby drive-through to fuel up on treats. I decided to give Tim’s coffee another chance, even though I had a disliking for it. I ordered a small coffee with two honeys and three creams.

I took one sip and scrunched up my face, saying, “Bleah!”

It tasted like there was no sweetener in it at all. I drink coffee for the taste as much as for the perk, and if it ain’t sweet, it ain’t good.

“I need to find some real coffee,” I said.

One of my sons suggested Starbucks. I squinted at him from the driver’s seat and said, “Ewwww?”

“Come on, Mom,” he said. “Give it a try. It might be better than Tim’s.”

“I dunno,” I said. “I had it once before and it was gross.”

“Just try it,” he said.

I went for it. While in the drive-thru lineup, I spotted a garbage can and asked my son to take my Tim’s coffee to it. He got out and did so.

I ordered a coffee with two honeys and some cream. When I took my first sip, the same “bleah” came out of my lips.

On our way out of town, we stopped at a 7-Eleven. While the kids took the dog for a walk, I went straight to the nearest trash can and put that Starbucks coffee into it. Then I went in to 7-Eleven and loaded a cup with my old standby: half full with dark roast, topped up with English toffee cappuccino, amended with four International Delight hazelnut creamers, and cooling it slightly with three of the 18% half-and-halfs (half-and-halves?).

As I walked out of the convenience store, I thought, “If I’m going to drink crap coffee, it might as well taste good!”

At home, I feel good about sticking to organic beans that I grind fresh before each cup, sweetening only with stevia, and cooling it off with cashew milk, but on the road, it seems that 7-Eleven has the best brew for my tastes.

I’m not usually one to throw food away, but those first two coffees were NOT good. I know a lot of people like them, and some might gross out over my choice of 7-Eleven java, but it’s a matter of taste.

Another blog entry with little to no point, but I felt like telling that story.

Coffee Concoction for Weight Loss

A friend told me about this Valentus coffee stuff she’d been drinking that helped her lose weight. I had a few pounds to lose myself, but was frustrated by the lack of progress despite my best efforts that had worked in the past. After seven babies and nearing the age of 50, maintaining my ideal weight became a challenge.

I decided to give it a try and was impressed with the results. It’s not what I’d call cheap, working out to about $4.00 per day (our Canadian dollar is not good lately, but the product comes from the States, so it is cheaper for those who live there), which is less than what one would spend on something hot and delicious in a cafe, and, as it cuts cravings, it causes you to spend less on other treats in said cafe or fast food joints, and can make a dent in your grocery bill in general.

It is one of those “multi level marketing” things, and I am not a fan of those, but as it does help with weight loss and thus increase one’s health level, I feel I’d be amiss to NOT share it. Here is a link for it if you’d like to know more:

http://www.myvalentus.com/steeny

Motorcycle Mama

Me at my ideal weight in 2013 – 5 more lbs to go