Thankfully

10/10/10 Today's date is meant to be very auspicious and falls on the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend. Doom is preparing a cranberry walnut salad to take as our contribution to a friend's Thanksgiving meal. It's been almost a week since I was hit by a car while riding my bike towards home. As I look down at the bruises on my legs that are turning from purple to a greenish yellow and the flesh wound on my shin  heals, I'm thankful that the accident wasn't a lot worse. I'm thankful the young lad driving the car wasn't going very fast. I'm thankful he was driving a regular sized car and not a behemoth SUV or a diesel Ram truck. Who knows what mess that would have made. Apart from a stiff neck, I'm okay. My bike was a lot more banged up but the driver took care to get it repaired. He was more shaken from the experience than I was and I know he's very thankful that he didn't put anyone in hospital. Everyday there's something to be thankful for, but some days just a little bit more so.

Cranberry Walnut Salad recipe

Worms in restaurants?

Ever thought about what goes on behind the scenes in a restaurant? Ever wonder if the establishment that cooks up your spicy chicken wings has installed energy efficient light-bulbs? Probably not, however, students enrolled in the Hospitality Management course at SAIT (Southern Alberta Institute of Technology) in Calgary did have to think about these things and recently presented ways to green up the ol' restaurant business.

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Some students came up with great ideas such as heat exchanging, solar technology, water conservation etc. These would be fantastic to implement and with the growing awareness about food sourcing and the associated implications, some customers might also like to know their favourite restaurant has also put some thought into sustainability beyond the plate.  However these ideas often require some dough and advanced know-how to start up.  This is where Gary, a buddy of Doom's, impressed by our own at-home technology, presented the very simple solution to the incredible and quite frankly outrageous waste any food business produces : Composting Worm Bins.

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From my own personal experience from waiting tables in restaurants and running a coffeehouse for a number of years, it's astounding how much waste there is after one day. Even with  the usual recycling of glass and plastic. It galled me to no end to scrape plates with perfectly good and untouched food straight into the garbage. Some people just have eyes bigger than their bellies. Then there's the whole slew of spoilage and unsellable items that reach their best-before dates which are thrown away without so much of a bat of an eyelid. Composting vegetable scraps, paper, non-greasy paper napkins, etc. makes simple and perfect sense in a restaurant. Yes, it would take some minimal work but I'd rather do that then spend an hour polishing silverware at the end of my shift.

So here's an excerpt from Gary's and fellow student's presentation on the subject. From my own experience with composting worms, I don't necessarily agree with all the points but nonetheless, I think it's the way to go. 

An autumn barbeque; spicy black bean roasted pepper dip

The leaves have just about fallen off the trees and recent near arctic temperatures serve to remind us that winter is just around the corner; so what better time than to fire up the barbecue. The summer sailed by without once removing the tatty plastic cover that hides this outdoor cooking appliance.  The main reason we never bothered was because we were out of propane gas. Easy enough to replace but being confined to a small balcony at our old apartment, I envisioned losing a few items over the side and onto the busy street while inhaling the accompanying traffic fumes. Not really my idea of fun cooking in the great outdoors. Now though, we have a roomy-enough yard and with the impetus of having a fellow comedian over for dinner, Doom finally got a new tank.

One of my favorite barbecued items is corn on the cob, shucked and put straight onto the grill. It really brings out the sweetness without the usual boiling away of flavor. Having said that, I do prefer to smear mustard all over the corn instead of butter, which always brings forth a comment or two. I declined the ketchup; that I reserve for most other things. We had to reprimand Doom’s buddy about throwing his cob into the garbage. The cobs will make a great new treat for the worms and the husks I’ll use for mulch around the strawberries.

We loaded up at the Calgary farmer’s market with lots of sweet bell peppers with the intention of throwing them onto the barbecue as well. I ended up with a bargain bag so I decided to make a spicy black bean roasted pepper spread that’s great with crackers. 

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Spicy black bean roasted pepper dip:

Skewer 3 cloves of garlic with the skin still on

                        4 bell peppers  (preferably not green) core and remove seeds

hot peppers  e.g. jalapeño or habanera peppers (depends on how much you like a "kick." I used two)           

                        1 red onion  remove skin and slice into thick rings

Coat these ingredients lightly in oil (I used olive) and put them on the barbecue until the skin of the peppers start to blacken and the onions and garlic go soft  (don’t forget to flip them over.) Remove the blackened skin from the peppers and garlic.  Remove the core and seeds from the hot peppers. Chop everything into finer pieces and put into a container in which the rest of the ingredients can be mashed or blended together.

Rinse and mash 1 can of black beans (easier than soaking and cooking dry beans but can still be done ahead of time, if you prefer).

                        Sprig of cilantro chopped

                        The juice from one lime

                        2 tbl of oil (in reality I put in just enough olive oil to make the mashing or blending easier and smoother) 

                        A little salt and pepper to taste

Add these ingredients to the vegetables and blend together, a hand blender or a masher will do the job too. And voila ! Use as a dip with raw bell peppers and other crudités or stick some on crackers.

The truth as spoken by His Holiness the Dalai Lama

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I had to post this quote by the Dalai Lama that has made its rounds on Facebook. Such a poignant and profound message.

Ultimately, humanity is one, and this small planet is our only home. If we are to protect this home of ours, each of us needs to feel a vivid sense of universal altruism. It is only this feeling that can remove the self-centered motives that cause people to deceive and misuse one another. If you have a sincere and open heart, you naturally feel self-worth and confidence, and there is no need to be fearful of others.

 

I would also like to add there is no need to fear worms.

Take me out for a bike ride

I’ve returned from a fantastic trip to the mountain town of Canmore. We stayed with friends and enjoyed their cute little backyard with magnificent views of the Three Sisters. However they aren’t allowed to have an outdoor compost due to roving bears. Ah, ha, we said (Doom and I together), you gotta get worms. Unfortunately, even though Ally is a pretty tough cookie she’s a little squeamish about the idea of worms in her kitchen. We’ll have to work on her………

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Anyway, after weeks of unseasonably cold and wet weather, Doom and I took the unfamiliar sun as a good omen to escape into the mountains for a few days. On the way out driving high up on the Sarcee trail, Calgary was laid out before us bathed in a sea of golden leaves with a dab of red and green here and there. Autumn is so amazingly beautiful and I looked forward to see how the mountains wore their cloak of fall. But when the peaks came into view, a heavy blanket of grey cloud hung over them and it wasn’t long before the disappointing drops of rain fell onto the windshield.

Actually I often find going downhill on single track is easier than uphill because gravity will take you over those rocks and tree roots. Going up though, you have to pace yourself and just have the right momentum and force to get yourself up and over these obstacles. So we let Doom go first.  There were a couple of times where I struggled and I unclipped out of my pedals before I fell over still attached to my bike but the going wasn’t too bad. The trail led into Ziggy’s that at last led down hill. I lowered my seat, clipped one foot in, took a deep breath and watched Doom take off. Then it was my turn. And it was great.

On the right side of the tracks

It’s been a while since I’ve biked in the forests, and I’d forgotten the exhalation of splattering through mud, weaving around the bends, and feeling one with the bike as tree roots and rocks skip away from under you. That was until we found ourselves on the flat swamp trail rated an easy green, piece of cake, no worries trail. A slippery tree root surrounded by a thick goopy puddle of mud whipped my tires from under me.

I managed to unclip my foot before I did something akin to the splits and felt the sharp teeth of my bike’s chain ring gouge my leg. I could see blood mixed in with the mud but it was my renewed confidence that took more of a batting. Doom remained unscathed up ahead.

But when we turned to ride uphill again, it was as if the power of the mountain air was infusing into my blood and I felt recharged and eager to tackle the next trail. I basked in the re-appearing sunshine and felt blessed to be surrounded by the magnificent Rockies.

Is there an application for downward dog?

The day was going so well when I arranged to meet Doom at Yoga Santosha, studio at noon. As usual I was a few minutes late and I could feel my heart thumping as I ran towards the building. Outwardly, though I hoped I portrayed an air of calm and grace as I walked in and removed my shoes. Doom was sitting in the reception area filling out a form. He seemed to have absorbed the tranquility of the room as he smiled serenely up at me. This was to be his first ever yoga practice in a studio amongst other people and like most things he seemed to take this in his stride. I don’t know about you, but it seems a lot of guys (and some ladies) are still very resistant to the idea of yoga. A few fellows I know guffaw and recoil just at the thought of reaching for their toes even if explained the numerous and diverse benefits of yoga. They seem to think you have to be in shape and have the ability to turn oneself into a pretzel. Then there’s all that Om-ing they’ve seen somewhere and that’s just a little too weird for them.

Happily this is not the case with Doom but the only other time he has knowingly practiced yoga is in the living room of our house, in front of the TV doing upward dog and downward dogs to a Gaiam DVD. (In our previous apartment, we were squeezed in-between the furniture and trying not to knock into anything in the living room and kitchen area).
  We were the last ones of course to enter the studio and we jumped right in to a series of Sun Salutations. There is something about the energy of others, the atmosphere of the room and a live instructor paying you some personal attention that seems to make the practice of yoga so much deeper and leaves you with a feeling of lightness and wholeness that isn’t so easily attained on the carpet at home.  The look on Doom’s face at the end of the class told me he felt the same way before we separated into the changing rooms.

Attached to his iPhone everywhere Doom goes

That was until I heard a crash on the hardwood floor followed by an anguished moan from Doom. Out in the reception area he was examining his iPhone. The screen was smashed and there was no display. It looked bad. Very bad. But I kinda thought serves him right.; he’s always on his iPhone doing something or another and could he not at least wait until we were out of the building before he had to fiddle with it again. He practically sleeps with the bloody thing. But then I felt bad about his prized possession as he told the yoga instructor it had fallen out of his fleece jacket pocket he was he putting on in the changing room. 

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He was obviously full of conflicted emotion. As he himself described it, he was feeling very “Zen-ed out” up until the flying iPhone incident. His composure surprisingly still seemed somewhat zoned out but it was slowly being replaced by the realization that his favorite contraption was FUBAR. The yoga instructor pointed us in the direction of an Apple store but we hightailed it to a Rogers’ store to see if the phone was replaceable.

No such luck, even if they did replace them, which wasn’t entirely clear from the young girl that couldn’t look you in the eye as she constantly chewed her fingernails, there was not an iPhone to be had anywhere in Calgary, perhaps even in the entire country.

So Doom resorted to calling Rogers from his old run of the mill mobile. This turned out to be the ultimate test of patience and keeping your cool. He hadn’t gone bonkers when the phone broke, he was slightly irked by the nail chewing girl but the Rogers’ agents on the other end of the line really tested his composure.  Ultimately he was on the phone with them for two hours and forty minutes.

A summery of what occurred;

Agent 1: No sir, we can’t replace your iPhone unless you are prepared to pay $$$. But we are out of them anyway. I’ll put you on hold as I transfer you

Agent 2: Sir, to cancel your data plan will cost you $100 even if you have no need for it anymore. I’ll put you on hold as I transfer you.

Agent 3: Sir, we can send you a new Samsung Smart phone instead.

Doom: Great.

Agent 3: I’ll put you on hold as I transfer you.

Agent 4: Sir, I’ve placed an order for a new Samsung mobile phone and it will be shipped to you at 17^th Avenue SW, Calgary.

Doom: But I don’t live on 17th Avenue anymore; let me give you my new address.

Agent 4: Sorry sir, but I don’t have the capability on my system to change addresses. I’ll put you on hold as I transfer you.

Agent 5: I can change your address sir, but the Samsung Smart phone has already been shipped out to 17^th Avenue.

Doom: But that’s ridiculous, the order was placed just five minutes ago.

Agent 5: I’ll put you on hold as I transfer you.

Agent 6: Sir, it’s confirmed the order has already been sent out to 17^th Avenue. We can cancel this order but to place another order, I’ll have to put you on hold as I transfer you.

Doom: No, no don’t do that. Can I get the tracking number for the package?

Agent 6: No sir, I don’t have that information. I’ll put you on hold as I transfer you.

Agent 7: Sir, we don’t have a tracking number, you’ll have to contact UPS in two days to get the number………

Me: Take a deep breath.

So I’m not sure what the moral of this tale might be. Perhaps it goes to show the benefit of practicing yoga on a carpet. Or perhaps it’s a test of being detached from material processions and emotional states. That takes a lot of practice, so I like to think that it demonstrates that if your prized possession is going to go kaput anyway, then practicing yoga will keep you calm in the face of difficulty rather than cursing and behaving like you’re in a bar-room brawl.

By the way; Doom finally got his Samsung smart phone but he still misses his iPhone. It’s a shame he’ll always associate his first yoga class with the demise of this bloody thing!

The wise, the young and the big. An evening with David Suzuki.

Doom and I went to church. Quite an unusual thing for both of us to do as neither of us follows a particular religion. But it was an exceptional occasion; an evening spent in the presence of esteemed geneticist, broadcaster and writer David Suzuki. 
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 We briefly debated if we should drive or ride our bikes to the downtown church. The evenings are drawing-in earlier and it’s getting chilly but then, this is probably Canada’s best-known environmental activist so the bikes won more votes.  Fortunately we pre-ordered our tickets (which were very reasonably priced at $15) because the queue stretched far around the block outside the Knox United Church in downtown Calgary.

We took our seats at the pew and I surveyed the packed crowd to get a sense of who might be attracted to this type of event. I would say Doom and I were at the lower end of the age bracket; most people seemed to range from mid-forties to mid-fifties. A gentlemen in his eighties, hunched over with one leg missing, leaned on his cane next to me. I was concerned he wouldn’t be able to see over the heads in the rows before us but he said he was fine. I was somewhat disappointed there were fewer younger faces in their twenties there to be inspired; after-all, they potentially have a longer time to live on the planet and deal with the consequences of our actions or inactions.

David Suzuki stood at the altar. He himself is seventy-four years old and as he began to talk he gave me the impression that this might be his final curtain call. This tour was in part to promote his latest book, The Legacy; An Elder’s Vision for Our Sustainable Future. But to watch the man with a head-full of grey hair, nimbly waving his arms in the air as he spoke intently about his hopes for the future and the legacy of his foundation, I have the feeling it will be a while before we have seen the last of this great man.

It was haunting and ironically fitting to be in a church; to hear a self-declared atheist give a sermon on how humans have become a potent force of nature, how we’ve gone beyond “acts of god.” Collectively, we are just as powerful and more destructive than hurricanes, tsunamis and earthquakes to the long-term health of every bio-system our lives, never-mind the rest of the planet, depend on.

I think the most poignant moment was when at the end he took some questions from the audience and a young girl asked, what is the one thing principles at schools can do to implement change. Suzuki took a deep breath and gently answered. To paraphrase, he said; Many principles are aware but perhaps it's your parents that need to change. So go home and ask them to do everything in their power to ensure that the forests, the soil and the water that your life depends on will be there for you in the future. If they really loved you, this would be more important to them than showering you with gadgets and stuff that eventually will be thrown away.

Doom and I each left with a signed copy of his books. Up close, Suzuki came across as a slightly cantankerous ol' geezer but then after all the stupidity he's seen at his age, he’s probably entitled to be that way at 10 pm on a Tuesday night.

However, the evening did not end there and as it’s rare for me to be out on the town, I was in an unusual mood to associate with other people and spread the good word around.

We went to the Ship and Anchor for a bite to eat but it was packed to the rafters with all those twenty-something persons. We squeezed into a table with five others that had spotted it just at the same time we did. I took this as a sign that this was my opportunity to engage their thoughts on detrimental human excesses. It didn’t take long for them to basically say they felt they had no power over things so why bother. Why not start with your own health and quit smoking, I suggested to the girl who kept arising out of her seat every ten minutes to smoke outside. I guess she didn’t like my preaching, because after the third cigarette break, she didn’t come back. One of the guys worked up in the oil sands took the view that environmentalists blow things out of proportion and there isn’t any real reason for concern, at least not in his lifetime.  Doom, meanwhile tried to keep everything on a lighter note and asked; so, how goes those Flames?

But in the end I could say if I had an award to hand out named “There is hope” it would go to the bouncer at the door of Morgan’s Pub. Doom and I were outside queuing up to see the live music by glam rockers, Broken Toyz.  A spontaneous decision as we were decked out in clothing suitable for riding bikes on a cold night and not for a glitzy night out on the town. I watched this mammoth guy, whose head alone was probably as big as Doom and mine’s combined, check the shivering girls’ ID in front of us. I got ready to fumble in my bag for my ID but when it was our turn he didn’t ask for it. I was very disappointed. But he said instead, he needed to check inside our backpacks. Doom told him all he'd find would be signed copies of David Suzuki’s books. This big bouncer looked at us agape, and then asked how we got such items. He was truly awed but rather bummed out that he hadn’t heard about the event, he would have loved to have been there. After all, he’s majoring in sustainable economics. Who would have thunk that? But he did have tickets to see Jane Goodall. Now I was in awe. I had only just mentioned to Doom that would be another legendary person to see. Meanwhile the crowd behind us was swelling so finally the bouncer waved us through the doors without charging us any money.