The Last Supper

Our lovely pet German and friend, Thomas, cooked an amazing last supper for us before he heads off for south America. As he said, 'its getting cold, I must leave'. He is a fabulous cook and invents wonderful things to eat. This delicious lasagne is one of them. Instead of red and green, it is red and bechamel. The flavour is something you must experience for yourself.

Photo credit to Megan.

Left Overs

Today's lunch was the most delicous leftovers of all time. Jack the cat heartily areed.

Open Faced sockeye salmon in dill sauce on homeade Alpine Bakery Cheese Ciabatta... Mmmmmm!   And for dessert... The Blackbird Bakery's Hummingbird Cake... oh yeah!

Vintage Wool Score

Chris had sent me a note about a 3 day yard sale that started Thursday. Today being Saturday i didn't think there'd be much left. I love that I was wrong! I heard it said that the bedroom where I found this wonderful wool was four feet deep in wool when the ladies opened the door. It was sold by the bag, whatever you could fit in a bag for $5. You are looking at a picture of what I got in 3 bags. I hope that the gal who owned all this wonderfulness gets to know how much happiness she's brought to so many Whitehorse ladies by selling her hoard.
I think this stuff was at the bottom of the pile judging by the labels...

   

I wonder what "patonized' means? And 'botany wool'? I think that is old speak for merino...

I have had a number of ideas already for what I'll knit with it. Obviously there's the possiblity of some baby clothes, but I may just over dye that wool and make it more manly to knit into a fair isle sweater.

Garden Party

 Last night we had a very fun party to celebrate an evetful birthday for our friend Lenore. I've been wanting to have a garden party for years and this was the perfect excuse. We were worried that the weather was turning on us - rain and thundershowers were forecast. We lucked out with no rain, but cool temps so we could enjoy the fire and have the stove on without dying of heat.

 The back deck got some use as did the back garden and the cabin out back.

 Lenore looking intently at a fellow party goer...

The evening was a success as evidenced by the bottle count... Fellow Riverdalians were able to walk home so were able to enjoy themselves even more.

Yukon Cottage Country - Tagish

Surprisingly for a city with such a huge amount of space allocated for each resident, there's quite a number of cottagers - people who flee the 'city' for the weekend or the week. Friends invited us to share an evening or weekend with them at a 'cottage' in Tagish. Lovely spot with chairs on the river, mountain views and sunny skies. I was even brave enough to go in the water. I think that's the first time I've ever gone into a Yukon lake.

There was some lovely boating time on Tagish Lake. There was an awesome pancake breakfast and some hot tub time.

Fish Camp

Christopher works with First Nations people here in the Yukon. One of their summer traditions is to set up camps on the banks of the Yukon River and fish for Yukon River Kings (aka Yukon River Chinook). These Pacific salmon swim the longest distance of any salmon in the world to spawn and die. They come from the Bering Sea all the way to Whitehorse on the Yukon River. To get here, the fish have to navigate the dangers of the Alaska ocean pollock and salmon fisheries, and then the river commercial, recreational and subsistence fishery. This year the number of salmon entering the Yukon was too low and didn't meet the treaty agreement numbers. Because of that, only First Nations people were allowed to fish for these salmon. No commercial or recreational fishing was allowed in the Yukon. 

We were privileged to be able to help out at one special families' Northern Tutchone First Nations fish camp - mostly Christopher. I was just the cheering section. Christopher has been going every year for 7 or 8 years now.  An important part of the culture is to share food and other resources. In the past when dogs were a means of transport and not just pets, the spines of the salmon would be smoked and fed to the dogs. Christopher is given any extra salmon backbones for our dog and some mushers dogs in Whitehorse so as much of the salmon can be used as possible.

The Green Green Grass Of Home

It has been a phenominal summer here in the Yukon. We've had hot, sunny days with plenty of afternoon and eveing showers. The very cold winter also killed off quite a few of the nornally voracious leaf miner bugs that turn the green leaves of our poplar trees (aka aspen) a silver grey. The result is the greenest August I can ever remember her in teh Yukon. The grass is happy, the gardens are lush and the berries are HUGE!

LeCruset $2

I love getting a treasure at a yard sale. There is something almost indecent about the hunting, bargaining and finally crowing to friends and family about a good deal. The old adage; "one woman's trash is another woman's treasure' has always held true for me.

It made a lovely pair of fried eggs for lunch. I'm just happy that not everyone likes the same things I do.