Mrs Widds Goodie Basket Seasonal Baking Begins

Mrs Widds rose a little earlier than I yesterday and put her nefarious plans in place.

Because we live in such a little cottage I awoke to a tantalizing toffee-and-melted-butter aroma that gently lifted me from my recumbancy.

Although I’m not at my best before my first cuppa tea, I hastened to the kitchen to be greeted by this …

Pastry and filling and butter, oh my!

Pastry and filling and butter, oh my!

She waved her magic rolling pin, and in a great act of alchemy transformed these base elements into ….

BUTTER TARTS!!!

BUTTER TARTS!!!

I quelled my beating heart for I was about to face my greatest test ..

Quality control ...

Quality control …

I girded my spleen, also pancreas, and bravely hoisting my tea, sallied forth to do my duty …

Going ...

Going …

Gone, in a sugar induced haze of glory ... if I should fall in service to the season, bury me where the wild tarts roam!

Gone, in a sugar induced haze of glory … if I should fall in service to the season, bury me where the wild tarts roam!

One of the ‘playlists’ on our ‘Wunder-Lusters’ video channel is going to be about cooking these sorts of things with a propane oven, dutch oven, campfire, all sorts of RVcooking in general really, because we do love our food, we does.

Mrs Widds Eviscerates

I have occasionally featured Mrs Widds and her exceptional baking skills on my blog as ‘Mrs Widds Bakes’ – prime examples of which can be found by doing a search for Mrs Widds Bakes, where you will find such gems as THIS.

Due to her expanding skill-set she is now also our resident Fixer-Upper.

But first … on a personal note, I was promised snow the other night. It didn’t happen. I am … disappointed.

For those new to my blog one of my little, quirks, lets call them, is an (‘over’, some might say) enthusiasm for snow. It’s in my genes.

I was born in the northern hemisphere, (in a little town called Rochford, in the county of Essex, England) but for reasons that were never adequately explained to me, my parents chose to emigrate to Australia when I was 2. Had I been able to voice an opinion at the time I would’ve voted for the alternative destination, Canada.

The ways of one’s parents are inexplicable.

It took me 42 years but I did manage to get here (Canada) by 2004. Having been so long deprived of snow I have since discovered a deep well of (insanity, some might say) joy when the fluffy white stuff falls from the sky. …

… back to Mrs Widds and her evisceration-ing.

Out little cottage used to have a real fireplace but a previous tenant used the flagstone hearth as a base for his firewood splitting endeavours. Needless-to-say the owner wasn’t at all impressed with the mess he left behind and removed the fireplace.

Mrs Widds and I grew up (separated by the Pacific Ocean) with fireplaces, so we decided to use the old fake-it-’til-you-make-it principle, and, as all our power here on Widder Island is sourced from electricity, we bought ourselves this fabulous electric fan heater.

Although you can't really see it at all in this hasty photo, the flickering light is rather lovely to stare into on a cold winter's eve whilst sipping one's chai-latte

Although you can’t really see it at all in this hasty photo, the flickering light is rather lovely to stare into on a cold winter’s eve whilst sipping one’s chai-latte

Then a few years later, it suddenly died!

Wailing and gnashing of teeth was heard across the land!

Then it started again.

Great rejoicing was heard, you guessed it, across the land.

Then it died again.

… deathly silence …

All was not lost however, because Mrs Widds, fresh from her triumphant carburetor replacement on the generator. (which can be found HERE – you have to scroll down a bit, and HERE) swung into action.

I on the other hand, retired to my computer with chai-latte in hand and proceeded to work on my ‘How to become a YouTube video-making Mavern’ (not real name) course for our Wunder-Lusters adventures next year.

Meanwhile, appropriate tools were sought, and with a few sub-sonic mutters, Mrs Widds reduced our faithful heater to it’s component parts …

Upside-down, back-to-front, and eviscerated

Upside-down, back-to-front, and eviscerated

… and isolated the miscreant …

Corrosion of the miscreant-y kind

Corrosion of the miscreant-y kind

It turns out one can’t just replace these tiny wires by themselves, or even with the plate they’re connected to, no one has to buy the whole assembly.

Some reassembly will be required . The bit at the front is the heating element and the round thingy at the back is the fan

Some reassembly will be required . The bit at the front is the heating element and the round thingy at the back is the fan

The upside is that Amazon carries many of these gizmos that are slightly less powerful and fairly cheap, (and probably will fit, probably) but to get one exactly the same as this we have to pay pretty much double the price.

We are currently quandary-ing the odds, and consulting the bank balance … will update soon.

New Horizons

A few posts ago I hinted darkly of the perambulating goings-ons Mrs Widds and I are undertaking next year, namely that of heading to parts East-North-East in our trusty travel-trailer until we find our forever home.

In a fit of absolute insanity I also committed myself to chronicling the entire thing on video … and now I have to figure out how to do it. (I don’t know why I do this to myself, I really don’t) I am confident that YouTube will have instructional videos on how to put videos on YouTube. (which is a perfect example of ‘meta’)

Any author will tell you that sometimes the hardest part of writing a story, (that isn’t actually the story itself) is figuring out the title. This is also true of finding a name for your, to-date, completely theoretical, YouTube channel.

Mrs Widds and I put our heads together and came up with … nothing. Which was surprising … we’re usually rather good at that sort of thing.

That night as I lay in a deep doze in-between bathroom visits, (I’d drunk way too many cups of tea for my bladder to readily forgive) it came to me .. The Wunder-Lusters, (a play on ‘wunderlust’) because we’ll be wandering to all points of the compass in our adventures. (who knows, we might even venture to the Atlantic Ocean, or even the Arctic one! …Tuktoyatuk,¬†here we come!)

Next was the tag-line, or sub-heading. That was easy. At that point, in my mind’s eye the entire thing looked something like this …

4 wheels on the truck and 4 on the trailer ...you're wondering what the dots after the word 'and' are for, aren't you?

4 wheels on the truck and 4 on the trailer …you’re wondering what the dots after the word ‘and’ are for, aren’t you?

Well, if you’ve been around here for a while you’ve probably already surmised the rest of the line is, ‘no fucks given’ … which, as much as I heartily approve of the sentiment, it might be a bit too outr√© for YouTube, and not what I want to be part of that vital ‘first impression’ anyway.

Any thoughts on what else I could use?

(I did come up with an alternative that I’m … hmm … OK with – 2 Women, 8 Wheels: The Adventure Begins/Continues … but I’m not overly fond of it. It sounds like a sequel that nobody wants, to a movie that no-one saw)

Our 'rig' (I love that term, it's so on-the-road-ish) on our 2015 cross-country adventure at Dinosaur Provincial Park, Alberta

Our ‘rig’ (I love that term, it’s so on-the-road-ish) on our 2015 cross-country adventure at Dinosaur Provincial Park, Alberta