Lucky Marcel lives near the St. Lawrence River and goes fishing as often as he likes. For his birthday, his wife Lori asked me to make him a fish cake. And so, here it is. I hope Marcel got to go fishing on his special day.
To celebrate Canada's 150th birthday, I made a strawberry rhubarb (both locally sourced, natch) pie, and am celebrating with my sis who's joining me from the U.S.A. It will be a Happy Canada Day indeed!
My friend Mandy's grandma was celebrating her 90th birthday and I was asked to do her cake. Mandy told me that Joyce loves cats and flowers and I could do whatever I liked designing the cake. I had so much fun! The cake was half chocolate, half vanilla, the kitten was made with Rice Krispy treats, covered with fondant, the butterfly was made of gumpaste and the daisies were fondant.
Apparently Joyce was delighted with the cake and it fed 50 or so guests celebrating her big day. Happy birthday Joyce!
My friend Peter gave me a set of "Russian tips." I had seen them on various websites and figured it was time to give them a try. What fun. I love working in buttercream and if you stripe the bag with different colours, the tulips are striped too. I thought this cake covered with beautiful tulips was a perfect statement now that spring is finally here.
Marthe called the other day to say that hubby Robert was celebrating a big birthday. He's a deer hunter and she wanted a cake in the shape of a deer. I sent her some other ideas that might be fun and we both decided this was the way to go. A hunter and a deer, sitting side-by-side roasting marshmallows. How fun is that?
A friend of mine is having a granddaughter and was hosting a baby shower for her daughter. Since it's going to be a girl, we concentrated on using pink. And since her daughter calls her husband "Bear," the baby is called "Baby Bear." Here's the cake for the shower.
As a takeaway, sugar cookies decorated as sleeping baby girls were given as thank you gifts.
The cookies were individually wrapped and were waiting at the door as you left.
And here's the adorable mom-to-be Jennifer with the cake I made for her shower. Best of luck to Jen and her new arrival.
In the fall of 1999 I was feeding a stray calico cat. She was pregnant and had her five kittens on a shelf at our back door. Dad found them in October. Mama cat carried all the babies away a few days later but continued to show up for supper. A month later, she brought me all five kittens.
I kept them all in the barn for a while and played with them and eventually got them all adopted. But Dad wanted to keep the little calico who I named Nutmeg. Oh her first night in the house, without her brothers and sisters, she took solace in my teddy bear basket. I couldn't find her at first...and then suddenly I noticed that face.
She took an immediate liking to Cinnamon. They snuggled together most days.
She loved sharing Dad's ice cream! She charmed us all, that sweet cat.
Her markings and that sweet face made her so photogenic that I followed her around with a camera a lot.
And I drew her countless times. Her markings were so interesting and she'd hold her pose for hours so I was able go capture all the amazing shapes and colours of her fur.
She kept that sweet baby face until she was nearly 18 years old. But I called her my old lady cat because she never climbed on the table or counter, never broke anything (like all the rest of my clan have done) and was generally an angel from the day she came into the house.
She especially loved chasing the sun. She was an indoor cat who loved the indoors.She was the first cat who I let sleep in bed and she usually lay beside me, under the covers purring.
Richard snapped this of us together just before Nut's decline. In her healthier days, she never would have let me hold long enough to take such a calm photo.
Nutmeg was the sweetest cat, with a shy nature. But she loved me. Sadly, on Saturday, Feb. 18, 2017, at the age of 17 and a half, Nutmeg crossed the rainbow bridge. I hope Dad is sharing his ice cream with her. I miss that little kitty so.
Okay, I love to play with my food! I figured Valentine's Day would be a fun time to do this. I invited Richard for a mid-week Valentine's dinner. We started with a cold borscht beet soup, topped with sour cream and a heart-shaped pickled beet.
Next I made a salad of blood orange supremes, served atop romaine lettuce and sprinkled with roasted walnuts, feta cheese and a few more heart beets...
Since there was kind of a red thing going on, I made a reddish chicken...pineapple chicken in a red sauce with pineapples and red, yellow and orange peppers.
For dessert, I made individual mini-cakes shaped like conversation hearts. Since Richard and I share the same initials, I made a teeny cake heart that said, RM x2.
Perfect way to say "I love you!" Hope your valentine's day was delicious too!
Okay, so I love making cakes. I really do! A while ago I figured some folks really don't want to see my garden, my cats, my life and maybe all they want to see is cakes. So, I made a cake blog. All cake. All the time. If you'd like to see it, click here: ronnascakeblog.wordpress.com/. And if you REALLY like it, please subscribe to it and then you'll never miss a cake! The button is there on the right hand side. Thanks!
Okay, so the stream my parents' sarcastically called "The Mighty Mogelon" is not very wide but balancing over two 2x4s was starting to drive me crazy. And I have terrible balance. I asked Richard to build me a bridge. He came up with the simple solution of throwing a piece of plywood over the 2x4s. Yay for ingenuity!
Meanwhile, the frozen and slushy stream is a busy highway for a few raccoons, awoken from their slumber because it's been a warmish week.
The only thing caught on the webcam for the past few weeks was this snap of a very large raccoon.
Since I burn wood to heat the house, Richard and I spend much of the winter cutting and gathering. Here's Richard crossing the frozen Mighty Mogelon pulling his chainsaw and gas with his toboggan.
When the creek freezes I'm in mind of the lyrics to a Joni Mitchell song that goes, "I wish I had a river, that I could skate away on..."
This is another creek that rarely, almost never freezes. I always threaten to do a polar bear dip in it, but never actually have taken the challenge.
This was an odd sight. Walking by a tree, my eye caught a glimpse of something reddish. At first I thought it was a dead pine clump. But upon further examination, it is some sort of bird's feather. Wonder what the back story is there...?