“If something doesn’t exist, that you want to exist – create it,” says The Maritime Edit magazine editor James Mullinger in the video above.
I’m just back from a quick trip home to New Brunswick to check in on my folks. I picked up the first edition of this magazine at the Saint John airport and devoured it on the Halifax to Calgary leg of my trek back to where I live with my husband and son. The magazine is fresh in that it exists “to celebrate and highlight the discreet luxury of living in Atlantic Canada.”
I love that wording.
The people of the Atlantic are discreet, low key, unpretentious, muted, restrained and intentionally unobtrusive as they go about the luxury of living their lives. Their lives are a luxury because living at a slower pace, in proximity to ocean and earth and connected to family and culture is an antidote to the fast pace world of carpools and commutes, distance and indifference that is existence for most of us. I’m so happy someone will be celebrating and highlighting this wee corner of Canada. I’ve subscribed.
I’m looking forward to including this quarterly art installation in my life. My Atlantic roots and values help me savour it all.
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.
My grandfather’s fish market on the Passamaquoddy bay in St. Andrews, New Brunswick
photo – Karen Anderson
I was about to post a snazzy lobster recipe for New Year’s when it hit me that you might wonder why someone in Calgary who professes to love “local” is now writing about lobster of all things. Here’s a little backgrounder to explain.
I was a teenager the first time I ate a whole lobster. It was late November and Dad’s birthday. “The season” was on and the lobster feed must have been a treat for a special year because as a rule we ate the fish Dad caught about four days a week and hamburger in some way, shape or form the other three. My long and happy relationship with lobster started on that fateful night.
Warning: this post might leave you with a terrific craving for lobster which depending on your income and geographic location could be inspiring or very, very frustrating.