Monday, October 28, 2013

Hop, Drop, and Roll

When you look back at these blog posts, there seem to be some common themes that come up when I travel. One of them, you may have noticed, is food. I can certainly go on and on about vegetables, no matter what country I am living in. The other, seems to be falling, tripping, and any variation on acrobatics and actions that cause injury. This week of training with the dogs will help add another post to that category in particular.

To dispel any concern that I have been gravely injured right of the bat, fear not, I still have all my fingers and toes and my bones are in the right amount of pieces. Mostly this week of falling has been a great learning experience that I would like to impart upon you for your future adventures.

Lesson #1: How to Jump Onto a Moving ATV

1)   As the ATV comes towards you, try to visualize exactly where you are going to put some important parts of your body. Obviously you need a hand hold (two are nice, but one will suffice in a pinch), and also somewhere for your legs (again, with at least one leg on, usually you can haul the other one up eventually). Don’t forget though, your torso and your butt are not only important, they are heavy, and a real pain to try to maneuver against the opposite force of the vehicle barreling forward. Your head? Well, not so important, but to avoid looking like Arwen in Lord of the Rings when she is fleeing the Nazgul (that’s right, LOTR nerdom), try to keep it in the square footage provided to you by the ATV, not hanging past, a ready victim for tree branch whipping.

2)   Now that you have visualized all that in a few split seconds, the ATV should basically be hitting you by now, so just let it, and scramble for what you imagined to be the best position just moments ago.

3)    If for some reason, you failed to appropriately actualize your visualization and you find yourself grasping the back of the ATV and running behind it, DON’T STOP RUNNING. Keep moving your snow boot, layer laden legs and use your arm strength to try and pull yourself up until the driver finally stops saying  “You need to get on!” and actually stops the vehicle.

4)    If you get spooked by such a harrowing experience, the next time you have to jump onto the moving ATV, forget all of the visualization crap from step one, and just do a belly-flop onto the back, wrangling the rest of your limbs on gradually as you fly through the forest.

Now, you may find yourself so good at this first lesson, that you get cocky. If you ever get the chance to hop onto the back of the ATV when it isn’t moving, you will think you are so cool and strong that you don’t even need to hold on. That brings us to the next lesson.


Lesson #2: How to Fall Off a Moving ATV, or “Hop, Drop, and Roll”

1)   You have now cockily hopped onto the back of the ATV, but find yourself suddenly thrown off by the force of it starting to move forward. DO NOT try to break your fall. If you have ever had a friend break the wrist trying to catch their fall, you know that it wasn’t the fall that broke their wrist; it was the act of trying to catch themselves that did the most damage.

2)   Now that you are dropping, tuck your head to your chest and arms to your chest like a swaddled baby. If you feel so inclined, to complete the baby image, you can even give a little cry for your mama at this point of the lesson. 

3)   Once you hit the ground, simply roll until you come to a complete stop.

4)   Stand up, do a quick open-palmed check of major bones and breakable parts.

5)   Brush yourself off, and start running to catch up with your ATV and its driver, who may or may not have realized that you fell off until he is ¾ of a mile down the trail. Don’t get mad though, because just think of all of the great cardio work you are doing, running down a dirt trail in rubber boots and enough layers to make the Michelin Man look like he is on Spring Break in Cabo.

            At this point, I feel that you are all sufficiently prepared to both jump on and fall of an ATV.                   Good luck and stay safe...



And now! A new game! Get ready to play "Nature or Not?", the new game that is all the rage (as much as Fantasy Dog Team Drafts) where you try to decide if something has come from the realm of nature or from some other artificial place.

First picture: Snow in October....Natural or no??
If you are stuck, don't use me for your phone a friend because this desert kid has nooooo idea.

 Picture Two: Fog that eats all of the lake outside your house. Nature or something more devious?
Again, my guess would be nature, but if you have ever watched any movie with fog ever, this may lead you to be more suspicious.

Numero Three: A 33-inch stuffed moose from Costco. Nature or not??
Tricky, I know because mooses are natural, but are massive stuffed animals. At my house at home, you might find 2 33-inch stuffed bears and one 33-inch stuffed dog, (99 inches of fluff on the couch, 99 inches of fluff...) so naturally my question when I happened upon this moose was how can I ship this home??

Number Quatro: These overly friendly birds called grey jays.
This seems easy, BUT there is a catch. While these birds are so friendly that they will practically eat raisins and almonds right out of your hands, they also come and eat the chicken skin and ground turkey that we feed the dogs, leading me to believe that they are actually cannablistic mutants. 

Picture 5: "Coffee Whitener"...not creamer, whitener. Nature or not?
This has to be the worst generic name for a product I have ever seen, Quebec. Even the French..."coffee colorer" is pretty rough.



How did you do?




For the honor and glory.



            

Monday, October 21, 2013

The (Soon to Be) Ragingly Popular Fantasy Dog Team Draft


That’s right. It is that time again. Time to get together with all your buddies, scarf some puppy chow (the human version with Chex and powdered sugar or the real version, depending on how close your buddies are), and battle for the highest draft picks for you fantasy dog team.

Oh, this isn’t a thing in your parts?
Clearly you are not living in Canada.
Clearly you are not living Quebec.
Clearly you are not living in St. Michel des Saints.
Clearly you are not living in my chalet.

I have been known to do a fantasy hockey league with my friends from time to time. Usually, we sit at a table next to a giant white board and pass around the draft picks for the year. We love hockey, but after the most famous and the favorites get picked, we have resorted to Googling. Admittedly, we are not searching for player stats in order to pick the cream of the hockey crop, but for pictures, so we can make our decisions based of something that really matters: looks.

While this is shallow and somewhat embarrassing when talking about something as serious as fantasy hockey (…), looks come into play quite a bit with picking a fantasy dog team.  A team is made up of pairs that you want to look pretty similar in order to match strides and statures which . I guess the embarrassing part for the dog team is that cuteness and likeability also came into account as I made my picks, so maybe we should call it the “Fantasy Dog Mushing Congeniality Draft Pageant”

Mmmhmm, you heard about it here first, folks. Soon everybody will be having “Fantasy Dog Mushing Congeniality Draft Pageants,” but you are ahead of the curve. I’ll make dog mushers and hipsters of you all =D


My team:

 LEADERS: Max & Bergen









                                                POINT: Tanya & Hinto










TEAM DOGS: Lizzie & Teal














TEAM DOGS: Annie & Fille



WHEELERS: Willie & Lina










For the honor and glory.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Thanksgiving in October...yes, it is a thing


Wow! Nothing says Thanksgiving like a Sunday in October and a Polish feast.

…No?

On Tuesday this week, Stan and I made our monthly marathon trek for supplies (Costco for human food, meat packing place for 1000 pounds of dog meat {by which I mean meat for dogs…not meat from dogs…}, restaurant supply store for more human food, Walmart for a dose of sadness, etc). That is when I learned that the upcoming Sunday (yesterday) was Thanksgiving!

“Thanksgiving on a Sunday?” I balked.

“Yes, unlike the Americans, we are civilized and put our holidays on weekends instead of the middle of the week,” Stan replied. Always a cheeky bugger, that guy.

“Now Stan,” I began, never to be outdone in cheekiness, “Americans eat too much and watch football every Sunday. In order for the holiday to be special, it had to be on another day. Not to mention the alliteration-THursday, THanksgiving- makes it easier for us to remember.”

I apologize in advance for anyone who interacts with me on a daily basis back in the States, because while I learned the art of BSing from my dear father, I have been perfecting it living here alone with Stan. I will surely be insufferable by the time I make it back to the desert.

But after an excellent week of running our A and B teams here at Miortuk, we felt we had a lot to be thankful for by Sunday, but 2 people really don’t need a whole turkey, so I decided 100+ perogies and beet soup would suit us better. Every Good Friday, my Polish-ish family turns the kitchen into a perogie making factory and we make hundreds perogies for Easter: potato, sauerkraut, plum, spinach, chocolate cherry, you name it (ok, we usually go a little kooky by the 10th hour in the kitchen and you never know what you might find in the little semi-circle of deliciousness).

I have never taken on such an endeavor on my own, but I wanted to show Stan some of my family heritage…and make a dent in the massive jar of sauerkraut, the 25 pound bag of beets and the 50 pound bags of potatoes and onions that somehow found their way into our truck during the supply run. You know when you are shopping with a Pole when she looks at the 25 pound bag of beets and goes, “welllll…I dunno…you think that is going to be enough???”

Let me walk you through some of the ins and outs of my Polish Thanksgiving yesterday in pictures. Some parts of the process were identical to how we do them at home, and some....well, I had to make some adjustments...

 We always make the dough by hand at home too, but we have a handy dandy dough machine with a motor to flatten it into long, thin strips from which we cut the little circles. Well, no motorized dough machine here, just two arms and a rolling pin. Five batches of dough later, I felt like I had a lot of smiling grandparents in heaven. And like my arms were also made of noodle dough.


In a fancy niche cooking store, I bet you could buy a very expensive "perogie press" that promises perfect perogie circles. At home, the tool that has been handed down through the generations is a lid from an acient coffee percolator. It is exactly the right size and it has a good sharp metal edge to slice through our sheets of dough. Fresh out of percolators in the forest here, so I improvised with an old tzatziki container (no percolators, but they do have tzatiki...go figure)

Bring on the sauerkraut. I was quite happy that it tasted exactly the same as home! With the delicious melding of sautéed onions, mushroomsm, and of course, sauerkraut, just like at home, I also had a hard time keeping myself from just eating the whole bowl instead of putting it into the dough...

Also just like home, I ran into the classic Polish problem of "TOO DARN MANY POTATOES!" Even though this bowl was a fifth of the size that we make every year, I got half way through it and was ready to adopt some Jewish heritage and turn the rest into latkes! My mom always makes the potato filling with cheddar cheese and sautéed onions; we had no cheddar cheese here, but when in French Canada, eat like the French even when you are eating Polish by adding brie and goat cheese to your potatoes. Freaking delicious.                              These are probably the most multicultural potatoes ever...
Spinach filling managed to make it onto the menu here in Canada, even though it has only been included for a couple years at home. Pumpkin perogies can also tell pumpkin spice lattes to shove it, because they are far more delicious. Also, a severed hand....  

Final count: 40 potato, 25 sauerkraut, 20 spinach, and 25 pumpkin. 

Stan's nearly finished Polish feast. He made himself some German sausage as well because he is a voracious carnivore. I didn't mind of course because the only thing more Polish than a bowl of beet soup and a plate of perogies is kielbasa, and we all know the Germans probably copied the Polish when they started making sausage anyway....=D

Happy Canadianish Thanksgiving!
(a day late because I was too tired to write this thing yesterday...I can't imagine why =P)

For the honor and glory.