Sunday, June 30, 2013

Happy Canada Day!


 

 
     This year I am proud to be a part of The Great Canadian Blog Bash!  It's a fantastic way to meet and connect with Canadians all over the country. The Great Canadian Blog Bash was started as a way for Canadians involved in social media to find other Canadians to connect with online, celebrate Canadian talent and promote Canadian companies.  You can check out their website at http://tgcbb.ca/   
 
The Great Canadian Blog Bash
 
     School is out, the kids are home, and we are all set to enjoy the summer holidays. Our days are soon to be filled with favourite summer rituals. In summers past, our family spent some vacation time at a cottage in Renfrew, Ontario. It was a cottage that had been in my husband's family for years. We all loved going and it became a summer tradition that we looked forward to every year. Grandparents, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins all spent time together playing cards, talking, laughing and having great fun at the red cottage by the lake. It was the perfect location to relax, unwind and reconnect.

     While at the cottage, we developed the habit of over indulging in both food and libations. Not a hard thing to do when you are on vacation! Each day, our family looked forward to our favourite meal of the day...Happy Hour! Seeing as this was always a family vacation, the young and old alike participated in our cottage version of Happy Hour. While the adults imbibed liquids that came from the LCBO or The Beer Store, the under 19 set were treated to the sugary, caffeinated beverages that would be deemed off limits in regular life.

     What made our cottage Happy Hour unique was the fact that it was not all about the drinking. Much thought was put into our daily theme. Should we go Mexican? We could have nachos, salsa, guacamole and margaritas (virgin ones for the kids of course!). Perhaps we should go all out sodium with a variety of chips, pretzels, nuts and beer. My theme of choice was Italian. We'd have bruschetta, assorted cheeses and crackers and of course, wine. Music often accompanied our Happy Hour as well. It was not unknown to have entire play lists devoted to our chosen theme. Spontaneous dancing often occurred when Louis Prima’s Angelina was played; it was a crowd favourite to be sure.

     Each day, everyone would participate in the preparation of Happy Hour. It became an all out festival of food and drinks. Our crowd didn’t wait for it to be 5:00 somewhere; come 2:00pm, we'd sit on the deck and enjoy our afternoon. Soon we’d all get caught up in card playing, stories and fish tales, sometimes forgetting that it would soon be time for supper. The kids, as well as most of the adults, would be too full of snacks to even think about eating a full meal!

     When my kids were much younger, a funny story came about from our cottage Happy Hour ritual. We had just returned home from one of our trips and I had to return to work. My mother was minding our children and she took them to the park for the afternoon. Once there, our oldest son began asking, "Granny, what time is it?" She politely replied, "It's 1:00pm." She smiled at the man next to her who was pushing his child on the swing, proudly thinking that her young grandson was learning to tell time! Shortly thereafter he'd ask again "Granny, what time is it?" She grinned and then replied, “It’s 1:10pm." A few trips down the slide later, my son would ask "Granny, what time is it now?" Seeing as less than 15 minutes had past and my son had asked this same question multiple times, my mother told him more bluntly, "1:15pm. Now go and enjoy the swings!" Her pride at his eagerness to learn time telling skills was wearing thin.

     At this point I must mention that my mother is very Scottish (heavy on the accent) and at the time, was in her late 70's (heavy on the hard of hearing). When asked the same, repetitive question once again, my mother finally gave in to her impatience. Curiosity, however, had gotten the better of her so she took a sidelong glance at the man next to her and said "Why on earth are you so concerned about what time it is?!" Well, I'll tell you...if my mother could have anticipated the answer she never, in a million years, would have asked the question. Much to my mother's chagrin, my son quite loudly replied, "We don't want to be late for Happy Hour!"

     The man pushing his child on the swing did a double take while my poor mother tried to regain her footing. What could her precious grandchild know about Happy Hour? My mother made an attempt to regain a semblance of dignity, thinking that surely there must be some sort of childish definition of Happy Hour. Hopefully it was one other than what she, along with the man next to her was thinking. To ward off the intervention of child protective services (which my mother was sure the man would soon be speed dialing on his phone) she asked, "Happy Hour? What do you do at Happy Hour?" Very loudly, albeit innocently, my son replied "Granny, at Happy Hour we all get junk!" I’m sure you can see where this is going... my elderly Scottish mother heard this as “We all get drunk!” I can almost picture how quickly she then packed up our three kids, stroller, diaper bag, sand buckets and all.

     When I returned home from work later that day, I was not at all expecting a lecture about my poor parenting skills and my bad influence on my impressionable young children. When my mother gave me her account of the afternoon I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. "No Mum" I said through my tears of laughter, "he did not say 'We all get drunk!' he said 'junk,not drunk!' At Happy Hour they are allowed to have treats...junk food and pop! At Happy Hour we all get junk!"

     It took me a while to convince my mother that I was telling her the truth. I think her relief became evident by the time I laid out a Happy Hour spread on our back deck and she saw my children giddy with sugar, fingers covered in orange cheesy dust. It may have helped that I also gave her a more traditional Happy Hour fare - a stiff drink to calm her frazzled nerves. This seemed to do the trick and I was able to assure her that child protective services had surely not been called.

     Since that day at the park, the story of Happy Hour has taken root in our family. Happy hour has become more than just a fun tradition, it became a humorous story worthy of telling and re-telling; one that I'm sure will remain in our family for many years to come. My oldest son, the one who was once obsessed with the time, will soon be turning 16. I still smile when I think of him repetitively asking my unsuspecting mother for the time. If only I could freeze the passage of time so that he remains delighted at the fact that at Happy Hour we all get junk. Cheers to that!



Happy Hour Cupcakes
(tipsy treats perfect for a Canada Day party!)

 
 
 
For the cupcakes you will need:
 
1 white cake mix
1/2 cup all purpose flour
1/2 cup sugar
1 1/4 cup liquid strawberry daiquiri mix
3 egg whites
1 egg
2 tbsp rum (flavoured if you like)
1 tbsp lemon zest
2 tbsp vegetable oil
 
  • Preheat oven to 350
  • Line cupcake pans with fancy liners
  • In a large bowl, whisk together cake mix and flour
  • With a mixer on low speed, mix in sugar, daiquiri mix, egg whites, egg, rum, lemon zest and vegetable oil
  • Beat on medium speed for 2 minutes
  • Fill liners 2/3 full and bake for 18-20 minutes or until an inserted toothpick comes out clean
  • Let cool while you make the icing
           
 
 
 
For the icing you will need:
 
1/2 cup butter, softened
4 oz. cream cheese, softened
2 tbsp lemon juice
2 tbsp rum
4 cups powdered sugar
6 large strawberries, diced  and red sprinkles for garnish
  • In large mixing bowl, cream butter and cream cheese together
  • Add lemon juice and rum and stir until combined
  • Add powdered sugar, 1 cup at a time, and mix until creamy and fairly thick
  • Pipe onto cooled cupcakes and garnish with diced strawberries and sprinkles
 

 
 
Enjoy!
 
A view of  Hurd's Lake from the cottage

16 comments:

  1. I can hear this story again and again! I love it more each time. The family togetherness, love and strong values that come from 'Being Junk', will forever be loved, cherished and remembered. Thanks for sharing your family memories so eloquently!

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  2. My pleasure! Thanks for reading!

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  3. What a great story! And what a great tradition. :) I love your blog title, btw. I'm also a big fan of reading and baking. Thanks for sharing a cupcake recipe.

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  4. Oh, and I tried to follow you on Pinterest but the link in your sidebar didn't work. Unless Pinterest was just down today. Thought I'd let you know.

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  5. Thanks so very much Bonnie! I just finished reading "Semi-Sweet" by Roisin Meaney it's a nice, light summer read.

    Happy Reading & Baking!

    Ps- you can make that recipe without the rum and it turns out just as well =)

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  6. Now it is my turn to cry! Hugs, Poppa

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  7. I love your family's Happy Hour Cottage tradition! The cupcakes look great. Hope you had a lovely Canada Day weekend.

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  8. lol that's fabulous! I love it! I would love to join your happy hours any day of the week!
    Thanks for taking part in TGCBB this year!

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  9. Thanks Mom vs. the boys! You are welcome to join us if you are ever in the neighbourhood! TGCBB was my first blog bash. Thanks for hosting! =)

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  10. What a great cupcake and story~ Lynn @ Turnips 2 Tangerines

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  11. Your cupcakes look lovely. I love the colour of the cake part. I found your blog on Wonderful Wednesday Blog Hop.

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    1. I'm loving the Wonderful Wednesday Blog Hop! Thanks for stopping by =)

      Ps- I love the name of your blog!

      Cathi

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  12. Oh my word, those cupcakes look so delectable. YUM. Any recipe that calls for rum is a good one. :) Thanks for participating in The Great Canadian Blog Bash and we are very happy to have you! #TGCBB

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  13. still chuckling after that story...

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