Best Spidey since 60s cartoon; great teen comedy, too. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Best Spidey since 60s cartoon; great teen comedy, too. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I promised myself I wouldn’t start collecting Cathrineholm dishes. Even though I love them, I’m not a girl who needs to search out more stuff to spend money on. That happens to me often enough in my everyday life. And who needs gorgeous, colourful, mid-century Scandinavian design classics anyway?
Well, obviously I folded. OBVIOUSLY. I bought my first piece from an Ebay seller two months ago, and there’s been a steady, expensive snowballing effect since then. I’ve NEVER come across one of these in the wild, but I have dreams about finding a stack at some granny’s yard sale one day. (I mean this literally. I DREAMT ABOUT DISHES LAST NIGHT.) To be fair, yesterday was my birthday and I received a lot of dishes. My friends know me too well. I got two more pieces of Cathrineholm, a mint condition red Pyrex hostess dish AND a turquoise Fiestaware canister. (I have a problem and am surrounded by enablers.)
These are all of the CH pieces I’ve got so far (plus one that’s on the way!) If you’re a crazy dish weirdo, too, keep reading after the photos for a brief history of Cathrineholm.
CathrineHolm. Not a person, but a Norwegian enamelware manufacturer popular in the mid 50s to late 60s. The lead designer, Grete Prytz Kittelsen was an icon of Scandinavian design, and likely created the shapes of the dishes, but the lotus pattern was the creation of Arne Clausen. He came up with the pattern in 1962, though Kittelsen was decidedly NOT a fan, believing dishes looked better with no adornment. I’MA HAFTA DISAGREE.
The colourful enamelware was used to create bowls, plates and platters, kettles and coffee pots, pans, cooking pots, casseroles and dutch ovens. These were all made at the Cathrineholm factory in Norway. There were also canisters, spice jars and salt and pepper shakers, which were designed by the company, but made in Japan.
The colours run the gamut, from the bold primary and secondary colours (my faves) to the earthier tones that were becoming more popular as they headed into the seventies.
Now collectors items, you can find them in antique shops, on ebay and etsy, and if you’re really lucky, maybe some hip granny’s yard sale.
But don’t tell me if you do, cuz I get really jealous. I mean, do you ever see someone on Instagram showing off their amazing find with a 99 cent price tag on it and think “who the fuck is THIS bitch?” No? Oh, uh, me either.
Around this time of year, I’m normally knee-deep in travel planning. I’m a pretty savvy budget-traveler, but this year I have some majorly expensive projects on the go, and can’t swing my usual August trip. I typically spend the last few weeks of the summer in Chiapas (southern Mexico) which is dear to my heart. I spend half the time in Palenque, staying in a hippie jungle compound and waking up with howler monkeys, and the other half in my favourite place in the world, San Cristobal, a colonial mountain town. I was just reminded of this story I posted to facebook on my last trip there, and thought I’d share.
“If we survive this, it’ll make a pretty good story.”
We left San Cristobal on a bus at 8:30 a.m. for the one hour ride to the Tuxtla airport. About 20 minutes in, there was a group of Federales. We couldn’t take the normal route, they said, as there’s an indigenous uprising, and they’ve created a blockade. “What if we tried anyways?” asked the driver. “They might let you walk through, and meet another vehicle on the other side” agreed the head Federale. “Why not?” said the dozen of us on the bus. “We’ve got flights to catch.” A beautiful drive up the mountain led us to a backlog of maybe 20 vehicles. “No pase” said the other drivers. “I’ll check” said our intrepid conductor. He walks away. Comes back in 20 minutes, “We can walk across, but I can’t get a hold of a bus from Tuxtla to come get you yet.” We all get off the bus, unload our bags and trek through a mountain. It’s a Zapatista uprising, and we’re right in the middle of it. I see a hand-lettered sign…the Chamulan villagers are demanding drinkable water. There is whispered concern that the large group of indigenous protesters will insist we go back, but no, one of them removes one of the small boulders they’ve used to block the way, so we can roll our suitcases through. Now we walk a few kilometres down the mountain road, but there are no buses available to get us to Tuxtla. After about 40 minutes, we fight our way into an eight-passenger van with 20 others, and sit on our suitcases for the ride to town. Once we’re past another group of police, we’re able to get out of the van and flag down a taxi to the airport. The airport is so far out of town, that I briefly consider that we may be being kidnapped, but no, that’d be too much for one day. We make it to baggage check 7 minutes before the gates close. And now we wait another hour for our plane.
So here we sit in this tiny airport, thankful for our drivers, a group of peaceful protesters, the fact that I thought “I should pee before I leave this bus,” a beautiful mountain to walk through, no rain and drinkable water. And a good story.
*The Indigenous Maya, like most of the indigenous peoples throughout the world are marginalized, often without clean drinking water, and have less opportunities to receive an education. A grassroots organization that I support is Schools for Chiapas, who work to educate indigenous children, empower women, plant food forests and create employment opportunities in Chiapas.
I swear I only made dinner so I could use my Acapulco bowl.
This pasta salad is delicious warm or cold. It’d be great to take to a BBQ or a potluck, but double the recipe if you do!
Vegan Tex-Mex Pasta Salad
Your choice of pasta (enough to feed 6)
1 diced bell pepper
2 diced and seeded tomatoes
1 can of black beans
2 cups spinach
s&p to taste
1/3 cup olive oil
juice from 1 lime
1 tsp. cumin (or just wing it.)
½ tsp minced garlic, or a tsp garlic powder
hot sauce of your choice, or 1/3 of one diced and seeded jalapeño.
a pinch of raw sugar, if desired
s&p to taste
Optional: A cotija or any other Mexican style cheese would be nice in this if you don’t need to keep it vegan. Cilantro would be good, too, if cilantro were good. 😉
While you’re boiling the water for the pasta, fill a good sized mixing bowl with frozen corn kernels, an entire can of rinsed black beans, the tomatoes and a bell pepper.
For the dressing combine about 1/3 cup of olive oil with the juice of one small lime, a bit of finely minced garlic, pepper, sea salt, a couple of dashes of sriracha and around a teaspoon of cumin and a pinch of raw sugar.
When the pasta is cooked, leave it to drain and toss the bean and veg mixture into the cooking pot on low. Then add the pasta, dressing, and some fresh spinach to the pot and let cook for a couple of minutes. (I like a slightly wilted spinach in pasta, but if you don’t, throw that in at the very end.)
It was GOOD, y’all. And it took longer for me to write the instructions than it did to make the meal.
I did one of those “What’s in your bag?” posts! What a dork.
My Gillian Welch purse (I picked it up at a show during the Harrow & The Harvest tour) isn’t overly big, but it’s READY. Trust me, you’re gonna want me on your zombie-apocalypse-team, cuz in addition to the stuff you see, there’s a pretty decent first aid kit in that pouch. I’m a walking pharmacy.
PS: My zombie apocalypse team has the following people, for the logical reasons listed. (*I’m kidding, I’m not really this way. But JUST IN CASE.)
Dad: Good in a crisis, and a good shot. You’ve seen the Walking Dead. You know this a thing!
Uncles Kurt & Mark: Practical, could build a shelter out of scrap wood and old car parts. Uncle Kurt probably has a basement full of canned goods left over from Y2K, too.
Francine: My gardener friend, grows things, knows the uses of medicinal plants and knows how to attract and care for bees.
Kristen: My friend who’s a good cook and knows how to can things so we can SURVIVE.
My friends Tracy, Jenn and Karen who are at LEAST as organized as I am. WE CAN REBUILD. There’d be charts and graphs and an inventory system and whatever blankets we could scavenge would be perfectly folded.
Mark: The best chef of all of us. And knows his way around an outdoor grill.
Scott: We might need a judge in this new utopia.
Campbell: My fella. He’s not exactly handy, but he’s really strong. Whew! He can stay!
My friend Dave, cuz we love him so much and he’d otherwise never survive. He can take care of the cat colony. There’s obviously a cat colony.
Emily: She works on a farm and knows how to care for livestock!
Bestie Annette, cuz we’re gonna need a doctor.
(We’re accepting applications if you feel like you’ve got something to contribute!)
Remember when this was a post about my purse?
It was a lazy afternoon at the shop and I was glancing through facebook to avoid doing any actual work, when I saw a post about the upcoming Willie Watson tour. He’s one of my only favourite musicians that I haven’t seen live, so I thought I’d better check the tour dates. If you’re a fan of old folk and Americana music, high and lonesome vocals, guitar playing and banjo picking, or if you just like people who look like they’ve time-travelled to the present from the 30s Dust Bowl, I think you should check him out, too.
I didn’t figure he’d be playing Canada, but I thought I’d look. There were no Canadian dates, but then I saw that he’d be playing in Seattle (WHERE MY BEST FRIEND LIVES) on September 15th (WHICH IS THE OFFICIAL ALBUM RELEASE DATE) so I checked flight prices from Winnipeg to Seattle, figuring it was probably gonna be too spendy. $310 (Canadian) RETURN. I texted my fella to ask if he wanted to go, but he can’t get away. I texted my bestie Annette, to see if she and her family would be in town and up for visitors that weekend. She didn’t respond within 14 seconds so I bought myself a flight, three tickets for the show and hoped for the best. (I was very excited and I am not patient.) Luckily, I heard back from her, and she, her husband and I will be going to see Willie at the Fremont Abbey Arts Center!
This all happened in about 4 minutes.
It looks like this summer my bucket list for bands and musicians is going to be complete! (Until I find more favourites…the world is full of possibilities.)
MY TOP 10 BANDS/MUSICIANS BUCKET LIST
Beck (tickets for August 2017!)
Willie Watson (tickets for September 2017!)