Buttermilk and Asparagus Salad

The fella’s gone on a fast leaving me to fend for myself meal wise.

I could be a real jerk and fill the house with the heady rich smells of  freshly delivered Wood fired Sausage and Ricotta Pizza from our local shop.  Or perhaps some creamy Butter Chicken and Daal with fresh crispy Naan.  Perhaps a huge West Indian Roti filled to the breaking point with Roasted Goat, potato and chickpea…

Or I can head to the market and load up on a fridge full of fresh fruit, seasonal veggie  and get my cook on; indulging in all the flavours I like in a loving show of support.

Spot of sun makes things grow

Warm pancakes soaked with Homemade maple syrup
Crocus and Hen & Chick poking up in the sunshine
2 little dogs excited to explore High Park
Cashmere, silk, mohair and merino together again and off the loom

curbside treasures

Super exciting walk to work last week!
On my way to catch the streetcar to work I happened upon these lovely things put out for the trash…

what is it?  and why do I think they were worth digging out, lugging back home and being a tiny bit late for the office, opps. Because these lovelies were just the very EXACT thing we needed!

hiding in the attic

I’ve been in a bit of a fibre frenzy lately, and Dale has been nice enough to grant me a hiatus from the hard slog of renovations…but that doesn’t mean things aren’t getting done round the city house.

Just about a year ago I went off to London with the girls for a pre-wedding broo-ha-ha.

When I got back home this was lurking in the attic!

Little wooden box

During a frantic search for health cards this morning we stumbled upon this long forgotten box of treasures.

Avert your eyes if you can’t take a bit of gore….

What a night!

Dale fell down the stairs of our home at 3am and did a real number on his foot and arm.  Poor fella took the tumble dead on his big toe and broke it.  The other guys were sprained and scraped up(the skin is actually hanging right off) and his whole foot was black and blue and about 3 times the size it usually is.

I found  bag of frozen peas and a few extra pillows and we got the icing and elevated routine going.  Ironically Dale hates peas and was very disappointed when I cam home with the bag in the first place, turns out it was a pretty good idea in the end, ha.

Dale rode out the pain during the rest of the  night but by midday decided to hobble down the street to the hospital to get confirmation that indeed, he had broken his first bone.

spring in my step

Our Toronto Neighbourhood is full of grande old homes spilling over with personality and options.

So with a bag of  7th Sister bagels  under one arm (to join the roll of 5th wheel lacey grey waiting at home) and a sunny afternoon music mix  (itunes’ Genius BEST THING EVER!)   I decided to take the long way home from work last night and pull some ideas for the Rubidge Exterior Paint job.

These old gals are just full of dark trim and red brick inspiration!

I think the third one is my fav.

home sweet home

I’ve been away from the house for awhile.  Last Friday I left straight from work and took Go Transit to Peterborough and after a few days slugging it out there the Mr. and I drove north to the cottage to put  in the waterline, get the boatlift and dock set up and a few other projects in the vain hopes of getting it open and ready for the season.  Two days at the cabin turned into four unexpected sweaty backbreakers, but that’s a whole other story.

I had to put a stop to the madness and come back to the big city (and my job) at some point, so this morning I made the long haul in.
Ug.  It was 42 degrees with the humidex today and my office doesn’t believe in running the AC, extreme heat advisory or not.

Needless to say I have been looking forward to getting home and enjoying a cool evening at Chez Smith all day.

And look what sprung up while I was away.

Sometimes it’s good to be home