I have always loved writing, and now that I am retired I thought I would be able to find time to write, but it seems that I still manage to fill my days with activities. I have however found that while I travel, I enjoy writing about some of the interesting things we do. I hope you enjoy reading of our adventures as much as I like writing about them.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Forraging . .
Berries plenty . . .
We went to a presentation in Ottawa about
Urban food foraging, but have never actually used those skills taught there
until this trip. Although I must admit , a lot of foraging is being done in the
delightful “Historical” pubs along the canal. While we of course are visiting
because of the amazing historical significance of these structures, we have
also managed to forage some meals from them. We have also managed to use some
of the wildlife along the route to feed our faces.
Lots of Blackberries
Early on Bill discovered that blackberries
were growing in amazing numbers along the canal. He disappeared at one stop for
an hour, returning with a mug of berries which went on our cereal the next
morning. He became a bit of a problem from then on, and we had to constantly
remind him to “get on up and open the lock and leave those berries alone”.
Finally we found ourselves in a lock with no boats waiting and a huge patch of
berries glowing in the sunlight beside the lock, so we left the boat in the
lock and picked a couple more mugs of delicious ripe blackberries.
Today Regis made excellent use of these
berries and added some store-bought mixed berries as well as a ripe pear and
mixed it up in a berry crumble.
Haggis on the hoof . . .
As she was baking this delicious desert we
happened to be working our way up through a series of locks with three other
boats. The smell of the crumble cooking was wafting out of the back hatch, and
Bill commented that as much as he was enjoying the faint smell of the diesel
engine pushing our craft along, he was finding the baking crumble a delicious
alternative. As well the folk form the other boat working the locks with us
were suggesting that they may forgo their planned trip to the pub to come get
Regis’ desert. Although we assumed this was a friendly joke, they did ask “Where
did you Canadians decide to moor?”.