People poohoo Twitter but it’s amazing how many times it’s inspired me. Last night I came across this performance by Aretha Franklin on CBC Music and it stirred me to my core.
The Queen of Soul is singing “You make me feel like a natural woman”. She is paying tribute to the songwriter, Carole King. The song was a hit for Franklin in 1967 but was included on King’s Tapestry album which came out in 1971.
I was ten years old when King and Franklin were singing about being “natural women”. This music is an art installation that had and still has the power to lift me quickly and easily to joy.
Skip perfection and opt for proper planning and simplicity to focus on what really matters — being with family and friends.
Here’s a fun article I wrote for Calgary’s Avenue Magazine. You might be feeling a little panicked with Christmas right around the corner but take a deep breath and do what I always do – start making lists!
Here’s the article:
Source: How to Enjoy Family Food Time This Christmas
Pumpkin Martini – photo – Karen Anderson
Pumpkin Spice Martini
1.5 ounces Rumchata
1 ounce Vanilla Vodka
3 Tablespoons pumpkin pie puree
ice and a cocktail shaker and strainer
cinnamon, pumpkin pie spice or freshly grated nutmeg
Combine the Rumchata, vodka, pumpkin puree, and ice in a shaker and shake like crazy.
Strain into a martini glass and sprinkle with the spice of your choice.
New Brunswick is an inside job. Those of us from there return frequently. We bring family and friends. That’s most of the tourism.
The rest of the world considers our little corner of Canada a drive-through on the way to Maine or Prince Edward Island, Nova Scotia or Quebec. I hope that you’ll at least take a moment to watch the video above to see what’s NOT right in front of all those drivers on our highways.
We insiders are quite smug. We’ve had a lifetime to tootle off on spontaneous detours, troll the waterways and drive the ridgeways of this densely forested, fertile valleyed, and largely coastal province. We are quite content to keep our bit of paradise to ourselves.
But then again, if you did decide to STOP and enjoy our province with us, we’d be okay with that too. It does keep our loved ones employed.
This video happens to be of my hometown, St. Andrews-by-the-Sea, New Brunswick. There’s no special effects, it really is this stunningly beautiful.
Gotta go. Need to call home. Suddenly missing the people who taught me to savour it all.
City Palate magazine’s 3rd Annual REALLY REALLY Long Table Dinner – illustration by Pierre Lamielle – used with permission
I’ve written about Long Table Dinners for CBC Radio One’s Alberta at Noon. I’ve written about Alberta Long Table Dinners for Calgary’s City Palate magazine.
I love them. They’re a joyous occasion. Have you been to one?
Now’s your chance. You’ve got about 19 hours left to get tickets here. You can never have too much joy.
There’s really really nothing quite like a long table dinner when it comes to the chance to savour it all.
Filed under Joy, Restaurants
at a Sikh Langar (free food kitchen for all regardless of background) in Delhi – photo – Pauli-Ann Carriere
This will be the fourth time I’ve lead cuisine and culture journeys to India. It gives me great joy to share this year’s itinerary here.
This year’s trip is all about #EatPrayPlay.
#EAT – because this trip is for food lovers and our shared passion for the mouth-watering cuisines of India.
#PRAY – because India’s religions are so much a part of the vibrant daily life of her people – we make an effort to learn about them and the culture that forms around them.
#PLAY – because, though we’ll see lots of “life in our face”, India will surprise you with the joy and love in most of her people. We make sure to play, have fun, join in festivals and unwind with a restorative form of yoga that anyone can take part in.
Let me share some photos and highlights from trips past and plans for this year’s custom tour designed by me and my partners at Indus Travels.
April means tulips at Giverny – photo – Karen Anderson
impressions of tulips? – photo – Karen Anderson
The first time I went to Giverny – and inside the high walls surrounding Claude Monet’s home and garden – it was May. Iris were everywhere.
They were tall and sparkling with dew in shades of mauve, purple, yellow and white. They took the lead in a joyful song of spring with lilacs and wisteria as voluptuous back up singers. My mind grabbed that purple haze of flowers and sealed it away. Irises became synonymous with Giverny for me. I never thought of how it would be the rest of the year. My recent visit was an epiphany.
April means tulips at Giverny.
The iris were only thinking about their diva-ish debut. The wisteria were wistfully waking, the lilacs were racing the apple blossoms for heightening senses with their scents-ability.
I think I’ll need to go every month of the year to truly understand the beauty of Monet’s intricate masterpiece. This visit was the fulfillment of an innocent wish made at another time and another place – far from Paris or Giverny. I’ll tell you a bit about that before I share some of the photos I took of Monet’s true masterpiece.