Posts Tagged ‘Mossom Creek Hatchery’

I brought this rice salad down to Mossom Creek Hatchery for the hungry volunteers to eatsaladuseit last week. Patty and her kids, Miranda and Griff, have been volunteering at Mossom Creek Hatchery for many, many years. Miranda’s initial film inspiration came from her work at Mossom so I was happy to provide a dish that appealed to her vegetarian palate. I actually decided to make the Rice Salad as an alternative to the Quinoa Salad that has become my standard for potluck gatherings.

Many years ago my friend, Lynn Hardy, made a rice salad that was delicious and economical. Since then, I think this version emerged as a fusion of a memory of Lynn’s delicious salad, a tribute to my friend Gevin who introduced me to Tony Chachere’s Creole Seasoning, and of course all the Korean ingredients in my kitchen.

Voilà.

Cook:

2 CUPS Korean RICE (sometimes called YELLOW or SWEET RICE)salad4ingred

In 3 CUPS unsalted WATER (I use a rice cooker)

Let cool in large glass bowl

Combine cooled rice with:

2 bunches chopped green onions (finely chopped)

1 ½ or 1 very large long English Cucumber chopped bite size

1/4 cup fresh basil (chopped fine) we use kitchen shears

1 drained can chick peas or grated cheddar cheese (optional – for protein)

1/3 cup olive oil oil

1/4 cup brown rice vinegar heated w. 1 T. sugar until dissolved (or use sushi vinegar )

1 T sesame oil

(optional: chopped red/yellow peppers, grape tomatoes – be creative)

Tony Chachere’s Creole Seasoning and pepper to taste

MIX gently

Sprinkle with smoked paprika & garnish with basil leaves as shown

Serve promptly

Store tightly covered and eat soon after preparation. This rice, like sticky rice, dries out quickly. To serve next day add a little more oil and vinegar and stir well.

Jay Peachy

Sometimes you get the tenant you need and sometimes you get the tenant who needs you. Life is like that, full of give and take. I am grateful for both.

Jay came to me after a difficult time. My new suite had been vacated by me very dear tenant (who had been so helpful – he’s family now but that’s another story) when the developer of the adjacent lands cut off access to my property.

The most important criterion for becoming my tenant is being scent and chemical free. A long round of emails confirmed that Jay  was a good communicator, willing to completely give up the use of all scent and chemical products and delighted to find a space that would allow his dog. I agreed to meet him.

There were a number of applicants but something drew me to this man with no references, a strange affect, no job and clearly no money for the deposit …and our relationship began: landlord- tenant; advocate-client; employer-attendant; patron-artist; neighbour-neighbour; friend-friend. There were and are many more aspects to our relationship. I know that this was the place where he was meant to heal and evolve more fully into Jay Peachy, the artist. And clearly, although he is not the tenant I anticipated, one who could be the helper I needed for my physical challenges – do not get the idea it is a one way street.

Jay is an amazing attendant when I go to medical appointments and need someone to guard me against reactions to chemical exposure. He has twice administered the epipen and numerous times supplied oxygen when required. He’s amazing and was once asked in a medical setting if he was a nurse when he deftly saved my life.

But here in Anmore, “Nature’s Home” as Dr. Lynn Burton and I are determined to label this beautiful community, Jay has healed and blossomed. Yes, he still has bipolar disorder. But now he has safety nets in place, a home community, the courage to stand up and face the world fighting the stigma, LABEL clearly pasted on his forehead, and help others tirelessly through his artistic genius.

He has become a volunteer at Mossom Creek Hatchery just below our home, connected with salmon enhancement and conservation and swallowed that into his art and essence. He hosts a radio show, Sound Therapy Radio on CJSF and has now won awards for his efforts. His standup comedy is just another of his artistic endeavours.  Jay Peachy brought Art in the Garden to Anmore with a group of enthusiastic volunteers inviting the support and promotional assistance of the Tri-City Arts Connect Umbrella.

Twenty-four months ago, this young man could not get himself out of bed. He was defeated by a disease and a system. One hand up, a lot of nature and living with his faithful dog companion, Star, and he didn’t just come back, he’s bringing others with him and showing them the way.

The first time I met Lynn she was smiling up at me from a sea of faces at the All-Candidate Meeting of 2005. I chose her face from the crowd upon which to focus while I delivered my speech. I often advised others to pick a face like that – one offering encouragement. Her smile was sincere, her eyes genuinely reflective of positive listening and endorsement (and all that in the two minute permitted speaking window!)

Unfortunately I had to deliver that speech from my wheelchair, utilizing oxygen and a blue mask. The committee organizing the meeting had not read my campaign literature and was not prepared in any way for a disabled candidate.

Following the speech and the questions, few of which were directed at me, Ted Ulmer, the only other person in the room who appeared to have a mobility impairment, offered to help with my campaign. Wow – this was not an exercise in futility. A smile and an offer of help (and hope).

Outside, the smiling woman introduced herself, Dr. Lynn Burton. We chatted. Other people came up and chatted with me as well. A friendship was born.

Lynn makes jam. Any fruit that makes it into her kitchen is likely to end up in one of her delightful concoctions. There is Peachy Potion, Daisy’s Delight Plum Bum Jam, Love Potion No. 9, Apricot Tipple, Cherry Nefertiti Love Potion (honestly Egyptian ingredients), Strubarb, Ginger Peach (a personal favorite), Rhubarb Rambler (another personal favorite – did I mention I don’t even eat jam!), Backyard Blackberry Bounty, Boozy Boo Berry, Hint o’ Mango Rhubarb (now here’s where my resolve to not eat sugar went out the window! – now my all-time favorite!), Wham Bam Raspberry Jam… okay you are getting the idea. This is not an exhaustive list but you may have become exhausted reading it. Lynn is that rare, right-brained genius who is not only creative but also extremely productive. She tells me she inherited her jam-making ability from her grandmother.

JAM

JAM

I learned to make bread from my mother’s mother. She was also a smiling woman and a genius. I remember her being a very kind-hearted, positive woman with twinkly blue eyes. Like Lynn she was not too tall in stature but a giant at political strategy.  Early kitchen memories are of kneading my own little doughy bits in her kitchen. My grandmother learned her breadmaking skills in Russia when she was small; the miller’s daughter.

“How will I know when I have kneaded enough, Baba?”

“When the sweat from your brow salts the dough,” she would smile with her eyes lifted, remembering the words she had heard herself so long ago.

So now I am the bread maker. The kneading is done by a machine, I must confess. But I measure mostly like my grandmother did, with a fist, a pinch and a squinted eye. And I know the dough is right by the feel.

Lynn’s jam and my bread. They make a very nice combination. Like our friendship…

Volunteers at the hatchery can feast on my bread and Lynn’s jam most Sundays.

Not too much commentary – I will try to let Glenn ter Borg’s film speak for itself. Believe me, there are hours and hours of film that went into making this 10 minute segment of the Hindsight Years. Glenn says mine was the most difficult to date. Here’s the link… enjoy!

The Hindsight Years – Elaine Willis