The land of ice and snow
I’m in Saskatoon for Christmas. I love to have tea in the afternoons with my Grandma. She has a beautiful home that backs onto the South Saskatchewan river. I love her Royal Albert tea set and her Christmas Cake that she soaks in liqueur. She let me borrow one of her furs and she gave me some silver serving trays for if I want to put on some dinners or somthing. I went for a walk in her fur along the river bank and almost frose to death. The cold here is for real. I forgot about that.
Lately I’ve been thinking alot about design. Like someday I’m going to design the “room” of my restaurant and the kitchen and everything. So I should start thinking about that stuff now. I love to think that part of my career as a cook can also involve design…or maybe I’m getting ahead of myself and sounding like an asshole. Head down, mouth shut Crust, don’t run before you can walk.
You’re an awesome writer and I love your posts.
Merry Christmas!
Ditto. My Dad’s from Sask, Prelate to be exact, near Leader and Sceptre. I also remember those cold Christmases. He was a smart man – he always said that Saskatchewan doesn’t have much, but they have lots of it. I still have my Pool semi magnet on the fridge. Wikipedia says there are 97 private dwellings there, but since the grain elevator left I wonder …
Also love to read your stuff. Way better than that Urban Diner or Scout shit. 🙂
ive started living by “head down, mouth shut” in my kitchen, life has since improved. thanks, crust.
Thanks for a lovely dispatch from the land of ice and snow. Dreaming of Royal Albert tea at Grandma’s in Moose Jaw, while eating her Christmas cake on my couch in Vancouver. Merry Christmas, Crust!