Holidays

I have been inspired by Stu Mills of CBC Ottawa Radio One, who vowed to air a pumpkin story daily until Halloween and I credit him for ensuring all his stories were based in local lore.  I decided to write and post my own little series of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin.  He aired his last one today and this is my final piece… The First Day of Pumpkin –The Great Pumpkin.

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It’s official.

It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown takes highest honours and the top spot for my pumpkin stories.  It’s one of my favourite holiday movies, perhaps second only to A Charlie Brown Christmas.  Based on the Peanuts comic strip by the late, great Charles Schultz, it first aired on CBS in 1966.

There are few movies I can admit to watching annually for (gulp) the 45 years it’s been shown on TV.  OK, I can think of no other movies I’ve watched as often as It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, except perhaps A Charlie Brown Christmas.  A 30-minute show with commercials was probably pushing the limits of my three year-old attention span back then and tests the limits of this 47-year old’s spare time to this day, so when they say it’s suitable for all ages – it takes the pumpkin cake!  Some in our household may currently hold The Simpsons Halloween special in higher regard (who went so far as to parody It’s a Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown with It’s a Grand Pumpkin, Milhouse), but I seriously question if Marg and Homer can hold a pumpkin-scented candle to Snoopy and Linus.

When Charlie Brown received a rock at every house he visited, I realized that there might be worse things in a five-year old’s life than having to wear a snowsuit over my Halloween costume.

I was inspired by Linus’s endearing but perhaps misguided devotion to the imminent arrival of The Great Pumpkin, and long held on to my assertion that The Bay City Rollers were the best band ever (also a misguided devotion).

Having grown up the daughter of WWII displaced persons, Snoopy’s heroic but unsuccessful battle with the Red Baron and Schroeder’s ensuing musical tribute allowed me to laugh, once a year, at the mocking of a terrible war.

I can thank Violet’s for inspiring me to host annual Halloween parties for my kids when they were younger.

Finally, I’m sure I’m not the first to silently (or not silently) think, “You go, girl!”,  as Sally unleashed her disappointment after falling prey to another boy’s whimsical dreams and missing out on her own fun.  I can only hope there is someone in my midst today worthy of being called a “blockhead”.

Whatever it was … it still is.  Despite all these years, I still find some unfailing connection to this seasonal TV special.  I’ve passed Snoopy-lovin’ on to my daughter (but really, how hard can that be?) as a result of his enduring presence in our lives.

Thanks to the magic that was – IS – Charles Munro Shultz’s, The Great Pumpkin is my last day of pumpkin!

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As a post script, I would also like to add that I now know that I

a)      Will be seeing the colour orange until Christmas; and,

b)      Have greater respect for writers who maintain daily entries to their blogs.  It’s a devotion I do not possess.  It was not only a significant challenge to find enough stimulating pumpkin stories without resorting to the World Largest Pumpkin Pie, it was demanding to make time to write and post them daily.  I am almost relieved to return to the previous commitment I made to myself of posting weekly.  I know those who read my post about pumpkin décor are breathing a sigh of pumpkin-scented relief.

I wish you all a wonderful Halloween, and a great Pumpkin season!

Inspired by Stu Mills of CBC Ottawa Radio One, who has vowed to air a pumpkin story daily until Halloween, I’ve decided to write and post my own little segment of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin.  This is my tenth piece… The Third Day of Pumpkin –Pumpkin Décor.

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My quest to write pumpkin daily has strayed as far away from a cookbook as a teenager from laundry basket.  Despite how much I love to cook, there are far too many pumpkin recipes for a small Twelve Days of Pumpkin series.  I can say, however, that I am probably the worst interior decorator known to home décor-respecting women.  There is an antimartha, and dustbunny be thy name.  I have a “I should do something about that” attitude about my priceless porcelain vase which holds court with a vase decorated by one of my kids for a school Mother’s Day craft.  Or my kitchen table lazy Susan adorned with beautiful candle votive holder next to a bottle of ketchup.  And what to do about my front foyer is adorned with a lovely print of the Toronto harbour at the turn of the century, next to my kids ski school pictures.  My je ne sais quoi style is truly je ne sais doodlé.

However, that is all about to change.  This sad reputation I carry will soon be cast off now that I know all the incredible creations I can make using pumpkins!  Leaving the art of pumpkin carving itself and store-bought Halloween decorations aside briefly, I have totally turned the corner now and my home will soon be Living-magazine-perfect in all its pumpkin glory.

Floating Pumpkin Candle Holders:

Collect a few miniature pumpkins at your local market; trace the outline of a tea light candle on top; scoop out just enough of the pumpkin such that the tea light candle can sit nicely inside (and can I tell you I found lovely pumpkin-scented tea lights at Bed, Bath and Beyond?); fill a decorative bowl with water and voila… a truly lovely seasonal centrepiece!

Pumpkin Bird Feeder:

Well, I admit I do have to credit my friend Martha for this one:  lovely carved out pumpkin filled with birdseed; strategically hung where only the birds can admire and enjoy its contents and not the many squirrels and mangy crows .

Pumpkin Air Freshener

Clean the insides of a small or medium pumpkin; cut holes in the sides using an apple corer; rub your favourite spice (cloves, nutmeg, anise, etc) on the inside; use a beeswax candle and, what a mmmmmmmagnificent aroma!

Pumpkin Beverage Cooler:

Scoop the insides out of a big pumpkin and fill with ice and crushed ice; use as a cooler for your next Halloween party!  Probably float too!

Bowl of Pumpkins:

Attach a variety of patterned ribbon to double stick tape and wrap around miniature pumpkins.  Imagine what I can now do with all those rolls and rolls of hockey tape we have lying around.

Miniature Pumpkin Wreath:

Transform a plain plastic form wreath into a lovely Fall door ornament by attaching miniature pumpkins to the wreath using florist wire and filling in the gaps with sheet moss.  If you live in a warmer climate, the pumpkins probably won’t last as long and may start to decay 🙁

I implore you to give these a try.  If you do plan on giving these a try, I also implore you to seek out your own and probably better instructions (because heaven knows if any of this will actually work – given my reputation!)!

What’s the neatest home décor piece you’ve ever made using a pumpkin?

 

Inspired by Stu Mills of CBC Ottawa Radio One, who has vowed to air a pumpkin story daily until Halloween, I’ve decided to write and post my own little segment of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin.  This is my ninth piece… The Fourth Day of Pumpkin – Petrifying Pumpkin Prose.

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Peter Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her!
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well!

In trying to come up with ‘pumpkin’ themed posts for this series, this rhyme popped up.  While oldEngland is typically known for its nursery rhymes, this one actually originated in North America because pumpkins are not indigenous to England!  As I researched its origin, I learned that there are a number of theories out there as to what exactly this Peter and his wife are up to – and none of them are particularly cheery!

Some say it has to do with a man whose wife is not exactly devoted to him.  In fact, she’s a trampy wench.  He decided to use a pumpkin as a sort of chastity belt in order to quell her wanton ways.  Oh what we poor women had to endure in the middle ages [sad face]!

I read another version of its meaning in that the nursery rhyme had to do with taking the story about Peter’s wife’s faithlessness a few steps further.  He found out about her disloyalty and murdered her.  He kept her body parts in a pumpkin shell to stave off its deterioration [shudder].

Yet a third version of its meaning is that it’s about Peter the Great of Russia.  His wife and sister plotted to overthrow him thus ending his tyrannical rule, but they failed.  He had them committed to a prison – the pumpkin shell representing the penitentiary.

It’s true that one does not have to go far to find a nursery rhyme that has its basis in some sinister or gruesome historical event (i.e. Ring Around the Rosie), but this was the first I heard of the origins of Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater.  Dreadful.  How very a propos for what is, by and large, a  sinister time of the year.

Did I tell you my husband’s name is Peter?

Inspired by Stu Mills of CBC Ottawa Radio One, who has vowed to air a pumpkin story daily until Halloween, I’ve decided to write and post my own little segment of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin. This is my eighth piece – Peter Pumpkinhead.

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The Fourth Day of Pumpkin – Peter Pumpkinhead!

I am stretching my creative artistic license from the pumpkin patch to the music crypt. I know I mentioned the Smashing Pumpkins in a previous pumpkin post but I came across this old music video from the Crash Test Dummies … one of my favourite bands from the ‘90’s. This song, The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead, is one of many great tracks from the album The Best of the Crash Test Dummies but was also featured the soundtrack from the movie Dumb and Dumber, giving this Canadian band from Winnipeg some notoriety outside Canada. I can’t say I actually saw the movie (though I am fairly certain some of my Punkin Chunkin fans have), but I hazard to guess that the scapegoat that was Peter Pumpkinhead did not match the characters of the movie played by Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels… but you be the judge:

The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead

Peter Pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the Vatican what gold’s for
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees

Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Peter Pumpkinhead brought to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Lusts and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said, “Any kind of love is all right”
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees

Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Peter Pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live TV
Hanging there he looked a lot like you, and an awful lot like me!
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees

Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkin?
Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead
Oh my, oh my, don’t it make you want to cry, oh…

Despite the song’s title, the song never became mainstream Halloween music (possibly because it’s tragic connection with the movie?).

I lament today that there are not more songs about pumpkins or having ‘pumpkin’ in their title. Can anyone think of any?

So, before I leave you with the fabulous video of the Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead, I thought I would also share with you my Top 5 Favourite ‘seasonal’ pumpkin (aka Halloween) songs:

  1. Thriller by Michaek Jackson – am not a huge MJ fan but he got me to the dancefloor more than once with this song!
  2. The Time Warp – from The Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack
  3. Pyscho Killer – by the Talking Heads who came up with some of the weirdest songs and wildest lyrics of the ‘80’s!
  4. The Monster Mash– what Halloween repertoire is complete without this Bobby Picket classic?and finally, the song that to this day creeps me out …
  5. Tubular Bells – the Exorcist them song by Mike Oldfield (I still have not watched the whole movie in one sitting!)

Give a look and listen to one of a favourite pumpkin piece of mine that has absolutely nothing to do with Halloween! What are your favourite Pumpkin songs??

Inspired by Stu Mills of CBC Ottawa Radio One, who has vowed to air a pumpkin story daily until Halloween, I’ve decided to write and post my own little segment of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin.  This is my seventh piece … Punkin Chunkin!

At the dinner table last night I confessed to my family that I might be perhaps … just maybe … possibly … running a little dry on the pumpkin stories.  I told them I had a few more topics … trying to save the best for last … yadayadayada … but what I had left was pretty lame.  I mentioned this little anecdote I was working on and asked, “Have you ever heard of a thing called pumpkin chucking?”

Three sets of male eyes (ages 14, 15 and 47) brightened, turned to me and said with unanimity, “Hell, yeah!” and “Best sport ever!” and “Totally awesome!” and then all talked at once and over each other about this exceptional event.   Wow.  Honestly you would have thought I just told them the Sport Illustrated Swimsuit Edition just arrived, they were so excited.  My 11-year old daughter looked at me and shrugged, “Boy thing”.

So clearly I’d hit upon the golden pumpkin here, and took notes as they educated me.

First of all, I stood corrected as it is called punkin chunkin and The Discovery Channel does a huge special on it annually.  Oh yeah.  A farm in Delaware will be hosting the 2011 World (yes, I said World) Punkin Chunkin Championship.  I pause briefly to consider what exactly needs to be achieved in order to qualify for the Worlds.  Does a Punkin Chunkin Champ need first win The Regionals?  Be All-State?  Win the Provincials? The Nationals?  And only then can they be allowed to come to the World Championship?  I wondered.

While I’m sure there are competitions for pumpkin tossing by human power, this particular event takes the toss several steps farther.  There are 16 different classes in which to enter this event.  One of them is called Adult Trebuchet Class:  a medieval-like trebuchet is constructed to catapult the designated pumpkin as far as it can go.  There are rules too.  Apparently the pumpkin has to remain in tact throughout its flight and no explosions are allowed (so I have to wonder why the team at Mythbusters is even remotely interested).  If the WCPCA (um, that would be the World Championship Punkin Chunkin Association) cannot find your “tossed” pumpkin, it will be declared a Lost Pumpkin.  Oh my God!  Doomed to spend an eternity in the writing salons ofPariswith the other Lost Pumpkins Gourdtrude Pumpkinstein, Erza Poundkin and Butternut Hemingway.  

I have recently discovered – and chose NOT to share it with my boys – that a real, live pumpkin trebuchet exists not more than half an hour’s drive away in South Mountain, Ontario.   However, if your travels over the November 4-5th weekend happen to take you through Bridgeville, Delaware, do stop into the Royal Farms and catch this event with the other 20,000 who’ve paid $10 a piece to do the same.  Alternatively, you can catch the rebroadcast on The Discovery Channel Thursday November 24th at 8pm.  You might possibly be a little busy eating turkey and pumpkin pie right about that time – so call me – as it would appear some in my household are poised to PVR it – again.   

Coming up next in my series?  Let there be light!!

This is the sixth piece in my series of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin inspired by Stu Mills of CBC Ottawa Radio One, who has vowed to air a pumpkin story daily until Halloween.  Here is the Seventh Day of Pumpkin … Pumpkin Picassos!

As I readied for my work day today, the morning radio host (no, not Stu Mills.  Am seriously not trying to steal his stories!) talked about a local graphic artist who has a gallery for his pumpkin art. 

Pumpkin art??? 

I mean, really.  Two triangles for the eyes, another for the nose, and a single, buck-toothed, wide-mouthed grin.  Stick a candle in it and – voila – you’ve  got yourself a Halloween pumpkin!  That’s all there is to it, isn’t it?  How artsy can a pumpkin actually be? 

Well.  As you can see from some of the pictures posted here, pretty spectacularly artsy, in fact (and yes, I did resist writing spooktacularly!). 

John Vickers of Pumpkin Art of Oak Bay, now living in British Columbia, has hundreds of pumpkins are on display at local Oak Bay merchants (a west coast seaside village about 10 minutes from Victoria on Vancouver Island), with part of the donations from his admirers going to various charities, including UNICEF, the Stephen Lewis Foundation and the New York City Firefighters Fund.  There are more you owe it to yourself to check on the artist’s Facebook page (search Pumpkin Art)!

I’ve experimented with some pumpkin stencils, to varying degrees of success.  “What IS that?”  my dear son asked me about my work of art last year.  “It’s a wolf, howling at the moon.” I reply, proudly.  “Kinda looks like an anteater throwing up, Mom.” 

Okay.  Anteater.  I can go with that too.

In any event, Mr. Vickers’ masterpieces are pretty impressive.  I may be inspired (operative word – “may”) …

What are your favourite pumpkin “art” stories?

 

Inspired by Stu Mills of CBC Ottawa Radio One, who has vowed to air a pumpkin story daily until Halloween, I’ve decided to write and post my own little segment of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin.  This is my fourth piece … Preservation!

Here goes:

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On the Ninth Day of Pumpkin …

Mother Nature is going to help me look years younger this Halloween.  Everyone else in my life is bent on doing the opposite, so I’m counting on her.  I’ve been giving a great deal of thought and attention lately to finding more natural, organic and ethically manufactured skin care products, given that my pores are just soaking this stuff up.  My sister is currently working a project which may, in fact, make these products a little more accessible, but until then, I’m doing a little of my own homework … and handiwork.  So before you let those teenagers smash those pumpkins all over the driveway, save them, and consider my next installment of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin:  pumpkin facials.

Pumpkins are high in Vitamin A (good for skin healing), Vitamin C (a good anti-oxidant) and Zinc (known for its healing powers and as treatment for acne).  No, that’s not me in the picture, though I wish it was.  Next time you’re in the mood for a luscious spa treatment but have no time, no energy and no money, give this a go (oh – and try not to eat it, ok?):

 

Basic Pumpkin Facial Masque (credit to  Care2MakeaDifference):

2 teaspoons cooked pumpkin, pureed (one pumpkin should yield a year’s worth, no?)
½ teaspoon honey
¼ teaspoon milk 

For dry skin, add ¼ teaspoon heavy whipping cream

For oily skin, add ¼ teaspoon apple cider or ¼ teaspoon cranberry juice

Combine the ingredients you need and apply to your face (not to your mouth, though I know you might be tempted), avoiding the eyes.  Leave on for 10-15 minutes.  Relax.  Go scare the poop out of your kids or whoever just rang your doorbell.  I just wonder if this will all still work with all that melted candlewax and tossed candy wrappers, I find in my pumpkins the morning after Halloween?  Whatever.  Rinse with warm water … and voila!  Freddy Kruger!  Oh…wrong movie.  Oh well.  Enjoy!  You look marvelous!

Next up for the Eighth Day of Pumpkin … random factoids.

Inspired by Stu Mills of CBC Ottawa Radio One, who has vowed to air a pumpkin story daily until Halloween, I’ve decided to write and post my own little segment of the Twelve Days of Pumpkin.  This is my third piece! 

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We all know we can toast pumpkin seeds and eat them as snacks.  We all know we can whack the meat of a pumpkin to a fine pulp and put it in a pie.  In my series of pumpkin stories, I bring to you today, yet another great idea for pumpkins that you might not know:  Pickled Pumpkin.  

And you thought this was going to be a sordid little drunken story about me … shame on you.  Sorry to disappoint!

My mom shared this recipe of one of my childhood favourite side dishes, but she then confessed she stole it from Madame Benoit. 

Madame Benoit. 

Now, there’s a name I hadn’t heard for decades.  Madame Benoit was not the proprietor of some bawdy house in New Orleans as you might think; she was Jehane Benoit, the Queen of Canadiana Cuisine.  Outside of Canada, Mme Benoit is virtually unknown, but I grew up hearding her name regularly.   She was the French Canadian equivalent of Julia Child.  While she was famous for many French Canadian classics like French Canadian pea soup, pork and beans (made with maple syrup, of course),  cretons (a pork-based meat spread) , and tarte au sucre (hope you have a dental plan), I remember her best for her reputation for her classic Tortiere (meat pie).  When I was about six years old, I recall visiting her farm in Quebec once and cuddling with the little lambs on her farm, only to be crushed upon being told by Monsieur Benoit that Madame was experimenting with lamb recipes for a new cook book (and if I remember correctly, there ensued one of my many solo imprisonments in the big ol’ familyFord LTD).  This was a women whose recipe for meat loaf involved wrapping it in bacon and adding a spicy glaze of brown sugar and spices (it was “you had me at ‘bacon’” good).  Don’t you mock her – she lived to the ripe old age of 83!  Mercifully, before seeing poutine dubbed as Canadiana as toques, beer and hockey.

But alas, I digress.  Pickled Pumpkin is a wonderful accompaniment to tortiere, cretons and Mme Benoit’s meat loaf, but I’m sure you will find other suitable main dishes for yourself.  Enjoy!

Pickled Pumpkin

Ingredients:

16 cups cut-up pumpkin, (3/4 in.chunks)

4 cups sugar

2 cups vinegar

2 cups cider vinegar

3 cups water

6 oz. frozen orange juice-concentrate; thawed

2 cinnamon sticks

1 tablespoon whole allspice

1 1/2 teaspoons whole cloves

  • In a large kettle combine sugar, vinegar, water, orange juice concentrate and spices (tie spices in cheesecloth, if desired).
  • Heat mixture over high heat until boiling, stirring constantly, until the sugar dissolves.
  • Stir in the pumpkin chunks and reheat to boiling
  • Reduce heat to simmer and cook, stirring occasionally, until pumpkin is just barely tender, about 10 minutes
  • Ladle into hot jars to within 1/4 inch of tops, spooning in the hot liquid from kettle
  • Run a slim, non metal tool down along the insides of jars to release any air bubbles. Add additional hot liquid to within 1/4 inch of tops, if needed
  • Wipe tops and threads of jars with a damp clean cloth.
  • Put the lids and screw bands in place as per manufacturers’ directions
  • Process in boiling water bath for 10 minutes.

Coming up next in my series … pumpkin skin care …

I was never a huge fan, but how could I write a Twelve Days of Pumpkin series without mentioning the alternative rock band, The Smashing Pumpkins? The band was formed in the late ‘80’s with frontmen Bill Corgan and James Iha.  Jim Chamberlin, D’arcy Wretsky, Jeff Schroeder, Mike Bryne and Nicole Fiorentino have also been or are still band members.

The band achieved most of their mainstream success during the years I was getting married and paying down student debt, so not a lot of free cash to throw around at rock concerts.  In 1995, I was pregnant with my first child and The Smashing Pumpkins had sold almost 18 million of theirs!  By the new millennium, when my third child was born, The Smashing Pumpkins announced their break up.  As their front man, Bill Corgan, once announced to his fans, “Welcome to Pumpkinland; this is what it will sound like on Planet Pumpkin”, I was probably singing something similar though by Raffi or The Wiggles.

I rediscovered a couple of my all-time favourites while writing this post:  Disarm and 1979.  As is the case with so many bands, their demise was born from their success.  Too much internal fighting and drug use eventually led to their break-up.  However, what’s left of the original band is playing tonight in Boston as part of their 12-city reunion tour showcasing their album Teargarden by Kaleidyscope.  You gotta admire a band that will release one track at a time for free over the Internet.  Clearly, financial success is no longer the band’s modus operandi.  Time will tell if they’ll reclaim the fame or the fans they once enjoyed, but for now I fondly reminisce with my favourite song, Disarm (can’t seem to embed from YouTube, sorry).

Yes indeed, this weekend would be Norman-Rockwell-picture-postcard-perfect.  I was looking forward to the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend with such bubbling enthusiasm that my poor siblings had to endure more than one email from me that began with “only # more sleeps!” until our reunion.  Imagine a vista where the slopes of the mountains were in their scorching splendour of furious reds, mellow yellows and vivid oranges, gentling protecting the beautiful Intrawest resort village of Mont Tremblant, Qc, Canada (about an hour north of Montreal).   Couple that venue with the crispness of a Fall morning that then gave way to uncharacteristically high daytime temperatures, transporting us all back into summertime mode (in fact, several heat records were broken on Sunday).  Then picture the cozy family campfire that transpired as the chilled night air returned.  Yes indeed, this weekend would be picture-postcard-perfect.

Perfect.

If you could take away the hike down the 875m mountain (2,871ft) on a trail called Le Bruler.  Translated, bruler means to burn, as in the knees, the quads, the calves, etc., as I quickly come to realize.

Perfect.

If you could take away that the younger generation effortlessly side-stepped shoe-sucking mud holes and gazelled from rock to rock.

Perfect.

If you could take away the image of the young father we passed heading down the mountain, while he was heading up with an infant in his front carrier and a toddler in his backpack carrier.  My sister couldn’t help muttering, “Show-off!” as she allowed him and his pre-school entourage to pass.

Perfect.

If you could take away the fact that the trail map suggested that Le Bruler was approximately a two-hour hike.  Never trust trail map approximations.  Three and a half hours later, I had made 2 frantic calls to my 74-year old mother back at base camp:  one to confirm we had acclimatized to the oxygen levels and were continuing our descent and one to coordinate lunch.

Perfect.

If you could take away the fact that due to this massive hiking expedition, Thanksgiving dinner took place at 10p – well passed the bedtimes of some of our younger guests (and mine, I might add)!

Perfect.

If you could take away the fact that the perfect homemade cranberry sauce (fresh cranberries, sugar, spices and a splash of Grand Marnier) never got served (but damn if that Grand Marnier didn’t go down good with 2k to go!).

Perfect.

If you discount the hydraulic patient hoist with which we all had to take turns the next morning to help us get out of bed, providing great inspiration to my niece aspiring to become a doctor (just not in geriatrics!).

Perfect.

If you could take away the unabated enthusiasm that surrounded the annual, traditional kids vs. parents football game.  Though my muscles begged for a forfeit, I endured my older brother’s Bluto-like soliloquy:  “’Over’? Did you say ‘over’? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell, no!”  Alright, already (though I did manage to sneak off the field and participate as official photographer instead … laparoscopic surgery is postponed).

Perfect.

If you could take away the fact that the kids legitimately won and now hold bragging rights for an entire year.  And really!  Seriously.  What were we thinking?  They were all young teenage athletes, one of them playing high school varsity football!  There’ll be just no living with them, now (but wait!  I do need them to help me down these stairs!).

 

 

Perfect.

But really… would I really take away these little (ok, sometimes not so little) imperfections, entirely?  Approaching Martha Stewart standard, but never quite?  Will anyone actually remember these little blemishes?  Maybe.  But there are what makes us a family – and what moves us to make the effort to continue to gather annually from (presently) six different North American locations.  Maybe, not-so-perfect is a much better standard.

Yes, indeed this weekend was picture-postcard-almost-perfect.

About Astra
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