Where is home? What is home? It's a funny old question?
I attended a BBQ hosted by friends met on an expat forum of which I am a member. Joining the party were many other expats who like me jumped from the UK to Canada. Some have been in Canada a long time, some a short time. It felt strange being surrounded by UK accents and as scary as it sounds, they sounded unfamiliar and out of tune with the everyday Canadian we are now used to.
One lady mentioned she is flying home soon to see family. I didn't say anything at the time but pondered the term "home". What is home and surely if you live in Canada right now, that is your home?
Perhaps it's hard to shake off our roots and the draw of being here with family and friends so far away makes it hard to say that home is anywhere other than the place we grew up and know so well.
I love all of my family, don't get me wrong but at this time my home is not the UK, it is in Edmonton, Canada with my two crazy kids, my chew anything that stays still long enough dog and my fab husband.
"Home is where the heart is"
Home is also where the crazy stuff happens, and I would not want to be anywhere else!
I attended a BBQ hosted by friends met on an expat forum of which I am a member. Joining the party were many other expats who like me jumped from the UK to Canada. Some have been in Canada a long time, some a short time. It felt strange being surrounded by UK accents and as scary as it sounds, they sounded unfamiliar and out of tune with the everyday Canadian we are now used to.
One lady mentioned she is flying home soon to see family. I didn't say anything at the time but pondered the term "home". What is home and surely if you live in Canada right now, that is your home?
Perhaps it's hard to shake off our roots and the draw of being here with family and friends so far away makes it hard to say that home is anywhere other than the place we grew up and know so well.
I love all of my family, don't get me wrong but at this time my home is not the UK, it is in Edmonton, Canada with my two crazy kids, my chew anything that stays still long enough dog and my fab husband.
"Home is where the heart is"
Home is also where the crazy stuff happens, and I would not want to be anywhere else!
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| Harry took this picture- I think he is a natural! |
It may seem that I have a bit of a thing for destroying natures leftovers and perhaps I do but it's fun to collect stuff and then slap lots of paint over it. In this case we had stones. Walking the dog along a path soon started a smooth, round stone collection game. My pockets were bulging by the end of the walk and I was struggling to keep my trousers up!
Once home I washed the stones, allowed them to dry and then set up the paint and voila- happy kiddies! 
Simply painting the stones is fun but if you like a bit more of an end purpose to your crafts why not make some stone bugs- ladybirds work perfectly!
By accident I have discovered a substance so sticky it can weld itself to greased, non-stick pans! Surely this kind of material could have industrial uses?
I made baked donuts. They taste fab, better than I imagined a baked rather than deep fried donut could taste. I greased my non-stick pan and once baked I tried to get them out to dip in the waiting butter and cinnamon sugar. They did not glide out of the pan as I anticipated!
Baking usually calms and relaxes me. I am neither calm nor relaxed! Bloody donuts! I am off to make cookies- I know they don’t stick!
I will share the recipe once I can get the damn things out of the donut pan in one piece!
I made baked donuts. They taste fab, better than I imagined a baked rather than deep fried donut could taste. I greased my non-stick pan and once baked I tried to get them out to dip in the waiting butter and cinnamon sugar. They did not glide out of the pan as I anticipated!
Baking usually calms and relaxes me. I am neither calm nor relaxed! Bloody donuts! I am off to make cookies- I know they don’t stick!
I will share the recipe once I can get the damn things out of the donut pan in one piece!
