Thursday, 23 July 2015


I don't like the term foodie. Seriously, everybody likes good food.
I despise the term food porn ... unless you're a voyeuristic cattle rancher... eeeww ... enough said.
And while maybe once cute, "om-nom / nom-nom" has grown loathsome because the foodies overuse this onomatopoeia in their food porn.
I don't want to see photos of your every meal, and I assure you that red velvet cake is not to die for.

That said, I love watching Food Network Canada. Our family of four (9 year old Lola, 13 year old Oz, my wife @YouAreFierce, and myself) normally have some rather diverse interests and TV preferences, but find that we're all quite satisfied watching Food Factory, Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, or Chopped Canada.

The shows that combine delicious food with game-show style competition are probably the most fun for us. Who hasn't caught themselves singing "Top Chef, serving it ... Top Chef, serving it"?

Watching a group of talented (or even not so talented) contestants prepare a meal under time constraints and often with a little twist or big surprise thrown at them, brings our family together. We love to guess who'll be Chopped next.

With the kids on summer vacation, we posed the question of "what activities do you want to do this summer?" and Ozzy came up with Family Chopped Canada. Lola offered to judge, host our "show", and create our mystery baskets of ingredients. Even with only 3 "chefs" competing, the logistics of all of us cooking in our home kitchen, will necessitate a few changes to format. But the point is, the kids found an activity that we all enthusiastically agree on. We don't expect to create restaurant quality dishes, and there's no cash prize on the line, but we will have fun.

I'll give a post-Chopped update (complete with self-indulgent photos, and no that's not hypocritical, unless I develop a need to do it every day).

I just hope I don't hear "Dad ... you have been chopped"


Okay, I know this is gonna sound like sour grapes from a guy who just didn't make the cut in the Family Chopped kitchen, but the mystery baskets (assembled by our 9 year old host / judge) were insane!

  • Appetizer: canned crab, peanut butter, shortbread cookies, dessert waffle bowls, fresh cherries
  • Entree: honey nut Cheerios, popcorn, processed cheese slices, whipped cream, dark chocolate
  • Dessert: fruit gummies, cream soda, Snapea Crisps, cucumber, apples

Yes, my worst Chopped fear came true, as Lola picked Ozzy's dessert over mine. My only consolation was that I lasted one more round than T.

The parents lose, one child wins, and the other judges. Hmmm... Something's fishy here, and I'm not just talking about the canned crab from the appetizer round.

In all fairness, Oz deserved the win, he was a Santoku knife wielding warrior. His lack of experience was buried by his enthusiasm, and creativity.

The two takeaways for me were simple: cooking can be family fun - a lot of fun; and the real unsung heroes of the Chopped shows are the people doing the clean up. We created a ton of dirty dishes and had to wash them between rounds. Boo! Lesson learned.

Cheers for Chopped!

Thursday, 9 July 2015

Small Town Pistols - The Interview That Made Them Wonder "Why?"

Some siblings are so close that they seem to share a psychic connection that might puzzle those who don't have that type of shared consciousness with another person. Such is the case with the country music brother & sister team of Tyler and Amanda Wilkinson,
known as Small Town Pistols, they could probably finish each others thoughts, sentences, songs, and everything else (with the likely exception of sandwiches).

Recently, I spent some time with Tyler and Amanda, having drinks on the patio at Edmonton's storied Hotel MacDonald, sharing marginally embarrassing childhood stories of groggily peeing in the driveway, our choices of entertainment to be stranded on a desert island with, and talking music. Just an average summer day happy hour, among friends. (Reality check: I spoke on the phone with them for 16 minutes, and have never personally met them, but this is my story, so I'll tell it the way I please.)

Tyler and Amanda are so open in sharing their thoughts and feelings on a wide range of topics that I did feel like I was chatting with friends, and not interviewing Canadian country music nobility. Perhaps it's because they've grown up in the business, first experiencing musical success as adolescents when they, along with their father Steve, were known to Canada as the band - The Wilkinsons; Or maybe it was my disarming charm and the free-flowing, ice cold beer? Who really knows?

With the release of PISTOLOGY, their second album as Small Town Pistols, Tyler and Amanda have again put forth a well polished, highly varied, and very enjoyable musical set from beginning to end.

Among my favourite tracks are:
Can't Wait To Meet You (a loving ode to an unborn child from an expecting parent),
the joyous and empowering Be Your Own Song,
and the smouldering, old school country, I Only Smoke When I Drink (evoking images of a hazy roadhouse dive, with bull horns above the bar, and neon liquor signs. I just can't remember what I came here to forget).

So as the waitress brings us our libations of choice and we settle in, I spring my first hard hitting question: 
Ignoring the awkward logistics of it, if you were stuck on an island with only one book, one movie, and one album, what would they be?

Tyler: Book - The Lord of the Rings; 
Movie - Star Wars, Episode 4; 
Album - Beatles - The White Album

Amanda: Book - To Kill a Mockingbird; 
Movie - The Color Purple; 
Album - Rumours - Fleetwood Mac

They seem comfortable and forthcoming so I ask for them to:
Tell me something most people don't know about you, reveal something about yourself.

Tyler: "I absolutely despise pickles" 

The two siblings laugh together, and Amanda confirms that the mere presence of pickles in his food, agitates Ty to a level of near violence. Ty elaborates that you can't just take the pickles off a sandwich and eat it, because some of the pickle juice remains. "He's processed this almost too long," Amanda acknowledges.

Amanda: "My free therapy is painting..."
"It's a form of shutting my brain off and reconnecting with myself"

Again, co-operative and open to sharing, Amanda agrees to show us one of her artworks, as appears below. Why are we not surprised to see that Amanda's talents extend beyond music? It's beautiful.

The beer is working it's magic, on me at least, so I continue, asking each of the Wilkinson kids (who are grown ups, I know that) to share something interesting about their sibling.

Amanda offers that Tyler is the family MacGyver, capable of fixing just about anything. He's also the go-to guy for computer, smartphone, and technology problems. Tyler confirms that he accepts payment in the form of beer for fix-it services, and I contemplate asking him to look at my troublesome phone, but decide instead to stay focused on our conversation. 

When Tyler hesitates, thinking what to share about Amanda, I suggest that it could be something amusing, or maybe even a little embarrassing. At this, he briefly chuckles and then settles on what I assume to be one of his favourite funny stories from their childhood. Ty explains that when they were little kids, their family would often go on extended camping trips, and that the campsite would sometimes be a long way from the washroom. Knowing exactly where the story is headed, Amanda adds that in the middle of the night it's pitch black and their parents would worry about them walking to the bathroom. Tyler resumes, "if you just have to pee, you hop out of the trailer, go round back and find nice tree or bush and do your thing". After a returning home from along camping trip, "... Amanda sleepwalked out into our driveway, and my mom is a really light sleeper... she met Amanda mid-squat in the driveway." 

We all laughed. What? Peeing is funny.

Eventually, we did get around to more serious discussion, about their music.

The word family is unavoidable, in thinking about Small Town Pistols, and while they didn't want STP to be the family band, part 2, Tyler confirms "we knew that we didn't want it to be the focus of the band, but obviously we are family, we're still tight together, and we hang out quite often ... and part of the reason we gel and mesh together so well is that we are family. I think it is a crucial part of our sound." 

Referencing a type of sibling intuition, Amanda adds, "Tyler can be singing something, and I automatically know where he's gonna go, that is a huge part of our sound, those familial harmonies."

In an effort to impress upon Tyler and Amanda that I am really smart, I note that the word "pistology" is the study of faith, within theology. So going out on a limb, I ask: 
Ok, not necessarily limited to a religious context, but is there a message of faith in the album, or in Small Town Pistols itself?

Tyler: I think it's more in Small Town Pistols. It kind of makes sense; People find faith in a lot of things, their religion, their families, their partner, their children...

Amanda: The healing power of music is one of those things. We, as song writers, as human beings, have gone through rough times. Most people have probably had that experience of turning on the radio and hearing a song that resonates with you, the feeling that they're speaking to you is that faith. The healing power of music is a pretty huge thing.

My head bobs in silent agreement, and I move to my last serious question:
As song writers, do you make conscious efforts to produce different sounds, or is it more of a day to day, week to week thing, where you write what you feel?

Amanda: I think it's where the day leads us really. My dad, being sort of the principal song writer of The Wilkinsons for a lot of years; a lot of our lessons as far as crafting songs come from him, he said "keep your eyes open, keep your ears open, you never know when inspiration is going to hit you."
We're influenced by a lot of different music. So we just try to be honest, we know right away, as soon as we're finished a song whether or not it's a STP song.

Tyler: Yeah, for sure.


Tyler and Amanda exchange a near imperceptible nod, simultaneously finish their drinks, and politely excuse themselves; Leaving me sitting happily in the shade of the big umbrella, under the summer sun. I think I'll order one more pint and get down to work, writing about my time with Small Town Pistols.

(Or maybe, I'm reminded that we're out of time, and they're ushered on to their next 15 minute phone interview.)

Either way, I had fun and learned a little about Tyler and Amanda Wilkinson. They're pretty cool.
If you haven't seen it, be sure to check out Can't Wait To Meet You, below.

Cheers, Small Town Pistols!

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Summer Vacation Is Almost Here!

Knowing that there are 8 days left in my kids' school year, and that field trips, parties, and make work projects will occupy most of that time, the obvious question of "what are we gonna do with the kids?" has surfaced again.

Summer camps? I suppose so, and there are a wide range of options, NAIT, the University of Alberta, and YMCA, all have some interesting day camps. Practically speaking, 2 kids x 8 weeks x $250 to $300 per camp = carry the four... cha-ching... O_O ... Not a viable solution.

Maybe we could let life imitate art, and the kids could re-enact their favourite Phineas and Ferb episodes? We could use a roller coaster in our yard or some sort of -inator. However, in the real world, the laws of physics and potential liability concerns prevent this solution from proceeding further.

The 9 year old would be content to play Minecraft all summer, and while she does fashion some rather amazing structures out of her virtual blocks, I'd be worried that she'd end up pixelated too.
Our 13 year old would coast through the summer posting and commenting on social media, but I'd rather see him climb a tree than ROFL.

Summer is short, so let's get out there and have some fun! My wife's work schedule isn't as flexible as mine, so she'll be chained to her desk (just figuratively - I think), while I'll be cannon-balling into the Stony Plain pool, and having ice cream with the children. What? Like you wouldn't if you could.

That said, summer's not just about the kids. There will also be ample time for more adult oriented recreation. Here's my recipe for summer fun:

1. Take two parts sunny patio
2. Add the shade of one large umbrella
3. Order a beer, or a rum drink if you'd prefer that tropical feel
4. Cheers with friends
5. Add hot wings or nachos if desired
6. Repeat steps 3 - 5 as seems reasonable

May your days be sunny, drinks be plentiful and icy, 
and may you have the opportunity to share them with the people you love.

Monday, 8 June 2015

On Top Of The World

When my 13 year old son, Oscar, invited me to be his guest at the Imagine Dragons concert, I was pretty happy. Truthfully I wasn't his first choice, but when his lifelong friend couldn't go, due to other commitments, I got the nod. Too bad for you, Tate.

I knew the band well enough to name a half dozen songs going into it, and was aware that they are from Las Vegas. I also knew that they are one of my kids' favourite bands, I've heard Radioactive enough times, I could probably perform it myself. Okay, maybe not.

Rexall Place was busy when we got there, and the crowd expanded though entertaining performances by Halsey, and then Metric. By the time Imagine Dragons took the stage, the building was packed.

It was loud, and the energy palpable. Which is exactly how the bass felt in my chest. Oh god! I hope that's the bass, at my age it could also be a coronary event.

The Dragons are a tight and talented band, and they delivered exactly the show that their young fans were looking for. I couldn't help but be impressed by the way the band swelled to 14,000+ members, as the crowd joined in the chorus of On Top Of The World, and I Bet My Life.

Watching my son's joy and enthusiasm at witnessing his first live rock concert, brought me an equal measure of happiness, and soon I found myself singing along to the infectious choruses. And now, I too am a fan of Imagine Dragons.

Thanks Oscar, for letting me join you, it felt like I was, yup, On Top Of The World.

Thursday, 28 May 2015

A Smile For You

This is a comic strip from Calvin and Hobbes, by the brilliant Bill Watterson.

It makes me smile, and I hope it does the same for you.


Tuesday, 14 April 2015

What I Learned From Boko Haram Kidnappings

Usually, I like to be right. It's nice to know that I can anticipate the outcome of an event, like a Super Bowl, or predict the "plot twist" in the evening's 44 minute television crime drama. But today, I sadly say I was right.

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You see, it was a year ago that the social media world briefly united, interlocking arms and thrusting #BringBackOurGirls into the top of the trending terms. And for good reason, Nigerian terrorists Boko Haram had boldly snatched away nearly 300 girls from their families in a mass kidnapping that caught the news and inspired outrage in every decent human being on the planet with access to a news feed.

Even as I was tweeting along with everyone else, I knew that #BringBackOurGirls wouldn't bring back the girls. Boko Haram didn't pop up over night, and the abductions weren't their first foray into kidnapping of young girls, nor young boys for that matter. Some social media experts will argue that the bulge of Tweets and Facebook posts brought massive attention to this tragedy and forced action. I saw photos of Michelle Obama holding a sign that read #BringBackOurGirls, and I'm sure that as a parent, her heart ached along with the rest of us. I know that government leaders around the globe had advisers researching what to do.

Could we free these girls through social influence? No. Could we pressure our governments into pressuring other governments in Nigeria and the surrounding region to action. No. Well, yes, maybe we could have. We could have, if the focus remained on #BringBackOurGirls. Now to be fair to the foreign ministers of whichever country you want to point the finger at, and even to the Nigerian government, you have to remember that Boko Haram are terrorists, who kidnap girls and women to enslave them and be used in servitude of their cause. They kidnap boys and men threatening them with death if they don't adopt the cause and fight along side of them. These people use their kidnap victims as human shields when faced with opposing forces, so imagine how difficult it would be to launch any effective rescue mission, or negotiate any release of the abducted. This is a complicated issue. Acknowledged.

And then our attention was diverted elsewhere, many elsewhere's.

So here we are, a year later, and I started my day following a link on Twitter, and reading a news story reminding us of the horrific kidnapping, and in the time that I've been typing this post, I see that hundreds of new tweets have again shown support in using the hashtag, and again I know that it will do no good. Not unless your support of #BringBackOurGirls is sustained and in tangible form. Write letters to your members of parliament, or senators, or governors, your president, prime minister, or whoever you can. But we have to do it on a sustained basis, and then, some day a long time from now, with continued effort, the threat of Boko Haram in Nigeria will be eliminated.

There are thousands of good causes out there that need support, and there's no way we can support them all, not in meaningful ways. When something strikes you as important, act on it, do something to contribute. I'm not saying don't tweet it, or post it, or talk about it; But we need to do more than retweet the hashtag for the cause of the day while we wait in the queue for our venti latte or while sitting in the drive-thru for a large double-double, or we risk that as we flit to the next cause and hashtag, that we forget those girls.

I guess I wrote this piece because I feel bad that we didn't do more, that I didn't do more. Actions speak louder than words. I guess I learned something: Don't just talk about doing good or making change, DO IT.

Monday, 23 March 2015

How The World's Strongest Redneck Helped Me, Help You

Inspiration takes many forms. Sometimes it's easy to connect the dots, like the beauty that Claude Monet found in his first wife, Camille; Or like Eric Clapton's desire for Pattie Boyd (who was George Harrison's wife at the time) helping old Slowhand convey his emotions in the classic Layla. Often there's a practical approach: "here's the problem, let's find a solution", like Joseph Salk and the world changing polio vaccine. Upon occasion, discovery and inspiration are the product of crossing paths of seemingly random forces, as the folks at Reese's can surely attest.

It's fair to say that my brief interaction with Steve McGranahan (@wsredneck) on Twitter today is an accidental inspiration, and not the workings of the muse of the lovelorn artist. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that Steve's a great dude, but honestly, I couldn't paint my way out of kindergarten. However, in less than 140 characters, Steve's brilliant insight into the human condition pushed my little red wagon of thinkin' down the biggest hill in town. Here's a recap from Twitter:

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When Steve commented on the pothole situation in Ohio, suggesting that the state might want to highlight the road breaks to assist motorists, I thought about our own road conditions in and around Edmonton, and what that might look like. I came to the conclusion that the whole road might look yellow, or blue, or red, or green, or whatever colour the City chooses to fix the potholes with.

This is stream of consciousness problem solving at it's best.

Twister. Ah ha!!! Don't pick just one colour, use them all, that way motorists could easily differentiate the potholes whilst navigating between them (if they're ridiculously agile and talented drivers). For those who are unfamiliar with Twister, it's a game, with rows of multi-coloured circles, and participants try to... Maybe it'd just be easier to show you? This particular video isn't in English, but it's a simple enough game that I think you'll get the idea.

You might ask, why painting potholes is the right solution to the cavernous gouges littering our roadways?

I'm glad you asked, here's the answers to that very question:

1. Painting is cheaper - because less machinery is required, and unskilled workers could easily apply the colouring

2. It will look pretty - from a distance, a roadway decorated with multi-coloured patches may even take on an impressionist styled appearance (think Monet)

3. It is fun - did you watch the Twister video? Hell yeah, that looks like fun!

Today I think we've learned that we don't need any high priced think tank undertakings, or even a formal mandate to solve real world problems. Astute observation and creativity of everyday folks will go a long towards making the world a better place.

So get to work, and think you some thinks. I personally find that I do some of my best thinking with a beer in hand.