Michiganders have a secret that’s not discussed with out-of-staters: There is a mass migration that takes place each summer; city dwellers leaving their homes to find peace in the lakes and woods far away. It happens mostly on weekends, starting near Memorial Day, and lasting through Labor Day. We simply call this, “going north.” But the mundane name belies its nature. There’s a ritual to this movement. Routes and stops stay the same from year to year; from generation to generation. These landmarks take on the nature of a chant, an invocation of mysteryâ€“the strange and delightful way that a three-hour drive slowly spreads to five, to six, to eight or more. Stopping, shopping, eating, looking, smellingtastingexperiencing all along the way. Luxuriating in the coolness of the Great Lakes wind on your skin, when compared to the stagnant suburban summer air. It’s brilliant. It’s disorienting. It’s liminal. You don’t have to be anywhere any particular when. Space and time lose rational meaning, and become Birch Runâ€“Zilwaukee Bridgeâ€“Pinconningâ€“TurkeyRoostWeissKocher’sAlward’sSnufferme! Morning becomes afternoon, trees become more common as cities shrink away, and finally, finally, you jump out of the car, run down a path by your cabin, and stand to stare at the last rays of light shining on the lake which you, deep in your heart, call home. If you are an impetuous child, you may strip off your shoes and stick your toes in the water, before running back to help bring your pillow in from the car.Â If you are older, you may stay only a moment, but that moment is a promise that you will return, shortly, for a good wade. [Read more…]
Tonight my mom and I had my godparents over for dinner.Â The menu was roasted salmon, salad, and cauliflower rice.Â That last dish is something that I make once in a while when A and I are in full on “healthy eating” mode.Â It’s surprisingly tasty, but kind of a pain to make.Â I thought I’d share the recipe here.
It’s harvest season! Here are some pictures of the produce from my mom’s garden:
I got in pretty late last night.Â In the course of bringing things in from the car, my mom told me, “My little guyâ€“Nidoâ€“will be coming out tomorrow to sweep at around 10AM.Â Unless he got confused by the power outage earlier.”
Okayyyy… I thought, When did Mom get a new cleaning person? And why would he be confused by the power outage?Â Does he go to bed early or something? [Read more…]