R M R at the C B C

If you are any nationality other than Canadian, R M R will mean absolutely nothing to you. But to most Canadians, R M R means the Rick Mercer Report shown at 8:00pm on Tuesday evenings on CBC TV.

Rick Mercer is a Canadian comedian, TV personality, political satirist, social commentator and author, and can easily be described as the Canadian Parliament's "One Man Unofficial Opposition".  I've been a fan ever since he started on CBC's 22 Minutes in the early 1990s. Now he's in his 12th year of the Mercer Report. He gets up to all sorts of antics highlighting the crazy and unusual things that happen across Canada, and each week he delivers his opinion via Rick's Rant while striding purposefully along a downtown alley lined with colourful gaffiti.... here's an example:



YoungerSon, The Bride and I had vouchers for tickets (free of course, thanks Bride!) to watch a taping of R M R at the CBC studios in Toronto. (The Other Grandma was babysitting.)  We found a cosy pub for a beer and a burger and then headed off to the CBC building on Front Street.

Tech display of the current broadcast in the front lobby of the CBC building. We had to line up with a couple of hundred other people to get our tickets, and then up in the elevators to the studio.

Getting the audience seated inside the studio. Rick came out to introduce the show and to chat to the audience before the taping started.

The set of the R M R, I took a couple of photos of Rick, but too blurry to publish, and no photos allowed when they are actually taping..

Looking up inside the CBC building. The green wall houses the elevators. RMR is taped at the top on the 10th floor.

Looking down to the main atrium level. 

I'll be watching Rick's show next Tuesday. Maybe I'll spot the backs of our heads.

Eccles Cakes

I was invited to a Pudding Club event at the weekend. No, it wasn't especially for ladies expecting a happy event, that's a completely different Pudding Club. It was to celebrate and preserve the traditional British Pudding!

Don't mistake the meaning of the word Pudding here. It doesn't mean that creamy chocolatey stuff you can buy in a package at the grocery store. Pudding is another word for Dessert in Britain. Or you could say Sweet or Afters. Preferably steamed and stodgy, laden with calories, and enveloped in lashings of yellow Bird's Custard.

The Pudding table was staggering under the mindboggling assortment of sugary treats. Lemon Drizzle Cake, Marmalade Pudding (YoungerSon's yummy offering), Bread and Butter Pudding, Sherry Trifle, Apple Pudding, Peanut Butter and Chocolate Cheesecake, and of course, the world famous Spotted Dick.

There was actually a plate of fresh veggies and assorted dips, but most people tried to pretend it wasn't there, and concentrated on filling their plates with all the good things they aren't normally allowed to eat at home.

My contribution to the feast was Eccles Cakes.

Eccles Cakes have been enjoyed in Britain since shopkeeper James Birch sold them from his shop in the town of Eccles (now part of Greater Manchester) in 1793. And Eccles Cakes can be baked anywhere in the world and still be called Eccles cakes, they don't have Protected Geographical Status like Cornish Pasties or Champagne.... well, not yet.

I sampled every pudding available, one side of the table first. The second side of the table about 40 minutes later. In fact, I even had a second helping of the Peanut Butter and Chocolate Cheesecake, a very tiny bit you understand. It's salad all week for me now!

Using Your Loaf

I've been using my Black & Decker bread machine for donkey's years, and it's served me faithfully, never going wrong. I used it mostly for mixing the bread dough, and then baked the loaves in the oven, and only rarely baked the bread in the machine itself.

But recently I found the dough had smeary black bits in it, and I discovered that the little paddle thingy that mixes the dough was starting to grind itself to bits and leave a metal dust behind. Definitely not what I want to find in my breakfast toast.

So off to the internet to look for a spare part. Nope.... the machine is too ancient, spare parts for that model are discontinued. So now I start looking at Kijiji and Craig's List. Lots of used bread machines for sale, all sizes, shapes and makes, and I finally found one that looked like mine for $20.

I phoned to make sure it was still available, and it was, so I headed out to the address I was given, only a 20 minute drive away. Lovely house in an upscale neighbourhood. The people were Iranian. The bread machine obviously hadn't been used much, it was clean, and in great shape, so I happily parted with my $20.

“Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; and good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts.”     -   James Beard.

When I got it home, I discovered that the bread machine was slightly bigger and a more updated model than mine. I was intending to replace the paddle in my old machine, but I've been mixing bread dough in the newer machine for a couple of weeks now and it's working well. A good $20 investment.

And this is the result. Yummy, eh?

Rabbits!

What was the first word that came out of your mouth this morning? Before you even got yourself out of that nice warm bed?

If it was "Rabbits" or "Rabbits Rabbits" or even "White Rabbits" you have ensured good luck for the rest of this month.

It's the first day of March today. When I was a child, I always remembered to say "Rabbits" as soon as I opened my eyes on the first morning of every month. My mum and dad said it too. There are various versions of this superstition. Mum used to say "White rabbits" on the first of January, then "Rabbits" for the next eleven months. And my cousin says you have to say it while looking at the moon.

Why? Many theories. The rabbit or hare was a sacred animal, and perhaps people paid homage on the start of the lunar month, when a rabbit image may be seen in the full moon. A ritual left over from pagan days.

Anyone else mutter "Rabbits" sleepily to themselves this morning? I did. It may only be a superstition but I like to be on the safe side of Fate.

Open Wide!

A visit to the dentist is never scary when Doctor Bob's in charge.

My Favourite Hockey Player

All he needs is his helmet, face mask and gloves.....

..... his skates, a hockey stick and some ice!

Transportation

When you open your mailbox, what do you find? Bills? Unwanted advertising flyers? Junk Mail and special offers that you'll never use? If your answer is "All of the above", perhaps you should try Postcrossing.

I've been a member of Postcrossing for two years now. It's a means of finding something a little more exciting in the mailbox, and also connecting with people in parts of the world that I'll probably never get the chance to visit. You can find out more from the Postcrossing symbol on my sidebar.

Currently there are more than 535,000 Postcrossers in 215 countries, all exchanging colourful postcards and messages. Every time one of my postcards is received and registered on the Postcrossing site, someone, somewhere, sends me a postcard, and then I am given another address, and another card from me is on it's way. It's as simple as that! The only costs are the cards and the stamps.

My 2015 theme for cards is TRANSPORTATION.... and look how many I've received in just a few weeks. However, I appreciate all the cards I get, they don't have to fit the theme.

L-R: USCGC Eagle from Erin in USA; a bicycle made for two from Emelie in Sweden; Streetcar from Tanya in Russia; abandoned rusting International Harvester truck from Megan in USA; Cable car in Prague from Marketa in Czech Rupublic; and in the middle, Mickey flying around the world from Xevi in Spain.

Let's keep the Post Office busy!