Not quite the big city...

Naomi reporting from Skeena Drive
First of all, I would like to congratulate/thank my fellow cannery inhabitants for actually contributing to this blog and not leaving me looking like some crazy person who is bored out of my mind. I actually just spent the week at "home" (one of several, sorry mom/dad) in Vancouver. Got to spend the weekend hanging out with a bunch of my extended family, see my cousin Gabriel enter manhood, my brother enter middle age (21 is quite the achievement), and celebrate it all with some tasty food. Who does not like polenta hors d'oeuvres and mocha cheesecake? Not that I don't appreciate my current diet of lentils, oatmeal and rutabagas, but variety is always successful. Wondrous time. I believe that brings my total to 4 weeks spent at home since last September...but alas there are things to learn, hippies to commune with, fish to can.

As much as I enjoyed my sejour in the city (an actual city, as Lu can attest to), it was very nice to come back as well. I was happy to note that the cafe had not collapsed in my absence (although I believe Anne was very crazed over the weekend), World War III has not yet broken out among the staff due to close quarters, and the lovely blanket of cold mist from the beginning of May had returned to Inverness Passage. I got a nice recap of the various shenanigans I missed while gone, and tonight I got to cook some of the quinoa my lovely father bought for me in Vancouver (I chose the black one, it's very pretty as the tail bits are white, in case you are wondering). Who knew they had black and red quinoa? Obviously I am uncultured and need to break out of my shell. I spent the day today in the cafe making food for tourists, serving chowder, and prepping for the school group we have coming tomorrow...luckily not too big so it should be manageable.
If nothing else, to quote Anne, "We have good cookies. People always leave happy after a good cookie."