Monday, August 24, 2009

Psst, it's Pesto

Pesto Pasta

2 cups of packed fresh basil
1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese
1/4 cup pine nuts
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
1/3 cup extra virgin olive oil
3 cloves of minced garlic

In a food processor, finely chop together basil, parmesan cheese, pine nuts, salt and pepper. While blending, add the oil in a steady stream. Stir in the garlic. It should make 3/4 of a cup. Boil fresh pasta for 7 or 8 minutes and toss with the pesto. Serve with salad or bread or wine or all of that.

I didn't take a photo because we ate it too fast.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Monday, August 10, 2009

30 Years of Summer

This past weekend we celebrated Jeff's birthday at the cottage with eight friends and several bottles of booze. While the weather was touch-and-go, the good times were plentiful. BBQs, water skiing, and sporadic-sunning ourselves, our itinerary was perfectly loose.

About once every 18 months or so I manage to get a nice photo of Jeff. He usually makes some series of ridiculous faces that drive me crazy, thus inspiring him to distort his face into something even more grotesque. It's his schtick. But he was agreeable this weekend. And how! Swoon!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

One Week Down, A Lifetime to Go

We just spent a wonderful extended-week at our new cottage. I showered just one time in 10 days (I'm shockingly low-maintenance, I'll have you know!) and didn't put as much as a comb through my hair. I love it.

As I mentioned, its water-access-only, so came fully furnished, right down to a spankin'-new coffee maker. Most people aren't willing to schlep things across the lake, so we made out like bandits. That said, with all the neat little treasures (amazing servingware, soft old towels, and handy small appliances) came a whole lot of junk too. We spent quite a bit of time thinning it out, filling many-a-boatload, with our sights set on the local dump.

We also spent many hours doing next to nothing. The following activities proved to be highly-enjoyable, day after day after day:

1) Drinking.

2) Sitting on a large, inflatable lounger in the lake, tethered to the dock.

3) Huddling in our Muskoka Room, the whole house dark, watching a grade-A lightning storm.

4) Hitting up a very local antique shop in Torrance where we found a set of 6 old chairs, made of oak or maple, their white paint chipped and faded in all the right places. They are the perfect kind of country, reminding me of any number of family Christmases with my Grandma. At $200 for the set, they work perfectly with the harvest table we already had. They made the Muskoka Room my favourite part of the whole house.

5) Sleeping in the fresh, clean air of our bunkie, the waves crashing right up underneath it.

6) And cruising across the lake in our tiny tin boat.

(Clockwise from top left: The view from our new table, our new table, and us on the lake.)