Next up in my vintage-style travel poster series is Amsterdam, Netherlands, which I visited in 2014 on a very memorable cross-Europe roadtrip with my father who was battling terminal cancer.
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Next up in my vintage-style travel poster series is London, England, which I visited in 2007 and 2017.
Connect with me if interested in purchasing a signed, limited edition print.
Was hit with a bit of inspiration today and now want to create a series of vintage-style travel posters based on places I have been. In particular, I want to explore different – and unexpected – ways of incorporating colour in my designs. First up: Dubai, United Arab Emirates, which I visited in 2016.
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Monty, therapy dog:
Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Written by Anne Lamott
This book was recommended by a writer on Twitter for those seeking direction in the craft. I will second it but go one further in recommending it to anyone. Bird by Bird is one of the most engaging, inspirational books I've ever read. I couldn't put it down allowing myself to become completely immersed in the author's words that veer from personal narrative to strategic advice in finding and feeding one's passion in life. As with anything, the objective of success should not be financial remuneration but personal fulfilment. This book acts as a compass to that state.
Favourite line: "...there is something to be said for painting portraits of the people we have loved, for trying to express those moments that seem so inexpressibly beautiful, the ones that change us and deepen us."
To purchase Bird by Bird, click here.
Wanderlust: A Modern Yogi's Guide to Discovering Your Best Self
Written by Jeff Krasno
I bought this book thinking it was a travel guide with a mindfulness bent – and in a way, it is partly that – but after reading a few chapters, I realized that it was really a guidebook for Wanderlust festival, a yoga and music gathering marketed towards those needing enlightenment while living in the 'burbs. The book is very well designed and visually appealing, however, the content is pretty lacklustre and lacking depth into the spiritual side of the practices it promotes.
Favourite line: "May your journey through your own grief awaken you to levels of knowing, empathy, and peace that free your own soul, open you to love big, and allow you to embrace the beauty, the sweetness, and the unbearable, but glorious, impermanence of it all."
To purchase Wanderlust, click here.
Chinatowns: Asian Cooking from Around the World in 100 Recipes
Written by Jean-Francois Mallet
This beautiful book is written as a cookbook but could just as well rest on one's coffee table as an art piece. The photography is lovely and the design is really well executed. The recipes themselves are not authentically Chinese; this book is about the culinary fusion that has happened as a result of Asian immigration around the world and how it's adapted to local tastes. In looking forward to an upcoming trip, I tried making chicken-fried rice and it turned out great.
To purchase Chinatowns, click here.
Fresh prep for making chicken-fried rice (©Deborah Clague)
My final creation (©Deborah Clague)
My mother, age seven, at her first communion at Saint-Boniface Cathedral in Winnipeg, Manitoba. These are the first images I've seen of my mother as a child. They are beautiful and haunting, depicting a life that I am connected to yet I look at in wonder, as it feels so very, very foreign to my own upbringing.
First communion is an important rite of passage for followers of the Catholic Church. The tradition takes place when a person first receives the Eucharist (a commemoration of Jesus' last supper) signalling confirmation in the faith. Religion had a large influence on my mother throughout adolescence and young adulthood. She attended mass every Sunday. She even attended a Catholic school where she was taught by nuns (later intimating that she was physically abused by them). Eventually she would part ways with the ceremonial aspect of Catholicism, becoming disillusioned with it, but the core teachings it instilled in her – to always aim for moral good and have belief in the power of prayer – remain to this day. On this note, another beautiful, haunting image that will always stay with me, not caught on film but seared into my memory for eternity, is of my mom feverishly praying during the final months of my father's life. She always believed. Always. Religion carries some. It awakens others.
In contrast, I am not baptized and have never even set foot in Church.
It shouldn't need to be said, but here we are (again):
Women, all women, should have agency over their own bodies.
Absence of no doesn't mean yes.
Coercion is not consent.
It's not up to women to change how they react. It's up to men to change how they act in the first place.
The public response to the Aziz Ansari story has been disturbing – and triggering – to watch unfold. People, including many women, surprisingly, are describing the event as simply a "date gone bad". But is it really? Maybe it's because I've been in a similar situation and know the god-awful dread of feeling trapped in the presence of someone that is making it clearly known they don't respect you and won't adhere to your persistent wishes but I feel this was not simply courtship gone awry. This is premeditated behaviour meant to demean and dehumanize women for the sole benefit of male ego. And it is more common than you think.
The debate seems centred on defining degrees of severity regarding sexual assault but conversation should actually be about consent. There are no shades of grey when it comes to consent. Just yes or no. If a woman is not into your advances, then leave her alone. Period. Don't badger her. Don't further try to coax her. Just stop.
"Well, she could've just left."
Well, HE could've just stopped.
"Well, she should've known better."
Well, HE should've known better.
As a society we've consistently denied women sexual autonomy, then act surprised when women have trouble asserting themselves when it comes to sex. This story is not just about an anonymous woman dubbed Grace in the media who was appalled that a celebrity she looked up to didn't live up to her ideal. This is about all the Graces, the Carols, the Deborahs et all that have learned to be accommodating towards men in difficult situations because eventual compliance can be the only weapon we have against escalation towards something worse. This is about how much of one's dignity we are willing to negotiate away just to secure a relative feeling of "safety". This is about male entitlement in all aspects of society.
The balance of power sits with men.
The balance for change needs to sit with them as well.
I know this is starting to feel like a food blog but it's not (at least not entirely). This is just my online space to journal my life and interests and part of those interests right now is learning how to truly nourish and indulge myself through what I eat. BUT I have to make two food posts in a row because something happened this week that made me so happy and so proud at how far I have evolved in just the span of a year that I need to shout from the rooftops and tell everyone who will listen.
On Wednesday, I made the Spanish dish patatas bravas ("fierce potatoes") after reading about it in a cook book I have by Jamie Oliver titled "Food Escapes". I posted it on my Instagram and Twitter, because clearly one cannot only document their life on a blog, and later in the evening this happened:
JAMIE FREAKIN' OLIVER HIMSELF (or more likely his social media team) LIKED MY POST!!! OMG!!!
It's also fascinating to note the reach of celebrity. In Twitter, posts that are "liked" are sometimes, but not always, shared with followers. Who sees it is all down to the science of algorithms. Out of curiosity I looked at the activity for that particular tweet and in the span of less than twenty-four hours, over 25,000 people had viewed my cooking. Amazing.
I am by no means fashioning myself a pro – although my cooking is damn good – but this just makes me want to try harder and evolve my palate even more.
Oh - and patatas bravas is absolutely divine. It's shortlisted as one of my favourites. You can get the recipe in this book.
Patatas bravas is a traditional tapas style dish from Spain. It is made up of fried potatoes and a thick sauce made of onion, garlic, carrots, pepper and tomatoes. I served mine with a side of chorizo (©Deborah Clague).
My favourite celebrity chef, Jamie Oliver. His style is healthy, fresh and easy.
Last year I started learning how to cook. This year I seek to continue building that skillset by attempting more difficult, and varied, dishes, as well as configuring the cost for eating healthy. My grocery bill has definitely increased as I focus on fresh and organic (where possible) but I'm not dining out as much so I hope to see it balance out. For example: earlier this week, I calculated that the turkey rice soup I make averages about $4.20/bowl (I get about six bowls per batch). In comparison, Tim Hortons charges $2.99/bowl for a serving of similar size with a side of bread. At face value, it appears to be a better business decision to continue dining out. But when ingredients are compared, the playing field shifts. My soup contains rice, humanely-raised turkey (breast), organic broth, heirloom garlic, white onion, carrots, celery, lemon, fresno pepper, turmeric and summer savoury seasoning. The equivalent Tim Hortons offering contains ingredients such as maltodextrin, artificial flavour, disodium insinate and caramel colouring (amongst other unpronounceable components).
I want to know what I'm eating. I want to be able to pronounce and identify what I am putting in my stomach.
For my first new dish of the year, I was inspired to take on something that has previously been an addiction of mine. KFC, Popeyes ... fried chicken tenders are VERY tasty but notoriously bad for one's health (and I don't dare look into their actual ingredients). I found an online recipe to replicate the former's famous eleven herbs and spices and decided to attempt them from home. Instead of frying in oil, they are baked in oven. Because of this, taste is not exactly replicated but this alternative is equally as good in its own right. I served with a side of garlic mashed potatoes and seasoned carrots.
Total cost for this meal was about $8.00/serving, not including the two bottles of wine also consumed.
To learn this recipe, check out RecipeTinEats.
It's only four days into the new year and I already have a feeling 2018 is going to be great. Just today, for instance, I found out there was a credible lead into the rash of thefts in my neighbourhood (of which I was a victim last month). I could attribute this to the natural order of the universe and how karma comes for everyone but I feel there is perhaps another influence to consider. 2018 is no ordinary year. According to the Chinese zodiac, 2018 is the year of the dog!
Do you have any idea how much good fortune I have built up with doggos over the years? It's huge. HUGE. I realize this bears no influence on anything but I like to believe. I choose to believe. To kick off this year (which officially starts February 17), I would like to honour some unique, loyal good boys (and girls) that I follow on social media.
@UNDERBITEUNITE:
Daisy is a happy-go-lucky rescued therapy dog with special needs that brings smiles to everyone she meets while living her best life in Los Angeles.
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@SUPER_SCOOTY:
Scooty was rescued off the streets of Mexico after being hit by a vehicle. He was fully paralyzed but his adoptive family have provided therapy and fashioned him with a set of wheels that allows him to go on adventures (and get in trouble).
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@CANYONPUPPY:
Riley was found abandoned in a remote canyon in Arizona. I don't know how someone could do that to another living creature. The lack of empathy is jarring. However I do know that his new doggo dad was destined to find him.
@THE.FLUFFY.DUO:
Zen (little guy) is a rescued pomeranian. Hoshi is an eskimo dog that was born without eyes. The duo works together to navigate the world and beautifully demonstrates the power of friendship and teamwork.
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@ARTTHECORGI:
I really, really love corgis. I've only seen two in real life, so I get my fix via Instagram. This guy (and his sister Amelia) are my faves.
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@MONMON20011017:
I follow a number of chihauhuas living the high life in Tokyo. I don't know how this happened. Perhaps it was the result of algorithms revealing my love of Japan and cute dogs. No matter how I came across them, pets in Japan are treated very differently than any other place I've seen. Like, American dogs are spoiled but Japanese dogs take the cake! The photoshoots are insane! This guy in particular reminds me of my Monty.
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@PICASSOTHEWONKYFACEDDOG:
After being shunned by potential adopters because of his unusual looks, Picasso found a forever home and has since become a therapy dog.
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