This past week has been interesting to say the least. Interesting in a good way, of course. Friday the 13th saw us driving to Cornwall, Ontario…a city I’d never visited, about an hour from Ottawa…to see the exhibit of the Titanic/White Star Line collector, Rene Bergeron. His family business, Bergeron Sleep Shop, was located on a side street of a quiet residential neighbourhood in the south central part of town. He had moved aside some beds in his small showroom and had a long row of tables covered with beautiful artifacts from the three sister ships (Titanic, Britannic, and Olympic). Most interesting to me was to see the tiny piece of the Titanic’s grand staircase, as well as a beautiful and intricately carved piece from the newel post of the Olympic. It was a piece that had been salvaged after the Olympic was dismantled for scrap. At the end of the row of tables were a few pieces of furniture. I was fascinated to discover that one piece had been a teak deck chair from the Titanic that had floated ashore in Nova Scotia. What a strange feeling to be only inches away from something with that much history! But, to be honest, I paid far less attention to the display as I did to my son’s reaction to the experience. As I explained in an earlier post, he’s been a Titanic buff for more than a year now, and I worried if he’d be underwhelmed by the small exhibit. Boy! Did I not have to worry! He loved it and the reason for that (besides the quality of the exhibit), I credit to Mr. Bergeron himself. He took the time to speak to all of his visitors and we were lucky enough to be there at a time when my son could ask as many questions as he wished. I think my son found it thrilling that an adult had this kind of enthusiasm for the Titanic, so much so, in fact, that he didn’t want to leave. He did eventually walk away from the exhibit very happy. I walked away with a renewed belief that true role models can be found if we look closely and pay attention to our children’s’ passions.
Next came Orthodox Easter on Sunday the 15th. It was decided that, in true Greek tradition, a full lamb should be roasted on the spit. The kids had mixed reactions about this endeavor. One was for it (my son), the other was not too keen on it (my daughter). I have to admit, that I feel the way my daughter does (perhaps because it’s not part of my own tradition) but I also feel that my kids should enjoy the traditions from both sides of their family. My son actually really rose to the occasion and bravely tasted parts of the lamb I would rather not think about. I was impressed but felt rather nauseous at the same time. This may account for the reason I forced a small piece down my throat for dinner and gorged on salad instead. In fact, very little of the 30 pound lamb was consumed which left me with A LOT of leftover meat. I spent the entire week taste-testing leftover lamb recipes which you may want to try if you find yourself in a similar situation, or, more likely, have purchased stewing lamb or ground lamb and you’re not sure what you want to make with it. So here are the five I’ve tried: Open-Faced Lamb Sandwiches, Leftover Lamb Casserole, Moroccan Lamb Stew with Chickpeas and Prunes, Spaghetti with Ground Lamb and Spinach, and Spicy Lamb with Chickpeas. The best, by far, was Oprah’s Moroccan stew! Believe it or not, even after all that cooking, I still have leftovers. Tonight I’m making soup. Lesson learned…leg of lamb is sufficient for next time.
Finally, I suddenly found myself Head coach of my son’s softball team. Big deal, you might say. Well, it kinda is! When I volunteered, I never imagined being head coach. I mistakenly figured they’d already found head coaches and were looking for assistants. Anyway, it is what it is, and I’m gonna put my best food forward. I played softball both as a youngster and as an adult so I’m familiar with the game. I’ve just never coached…anything. Apparently there’s a lot of administrative work involved too. Emails back and forth with parents, the president of the association, and the essential police reference check forms. But hey, when it comes down to it, it’s a bunch of nine-year old boys that just want to play ball. We don’t have to win, we just have to have fun. Right? Now I have to step up and be a role model. Patience, mother, patience! I’ll let you know how that goes. Our first game is next Tuesday evening. GULP!
Yes, I know, this post could have been split into 3 separate posts over the last week…well, sorry…I was kinda busy! 🙂 Hope you’re having a great week!