Monthly Archives: February 2012

Drink of the Week: Tequila Sunrise

I thought a Tequila Sunrise was an appropriate drink this week since the sun has set on my Calgary winter and I am in Arizona looking forward to many desert sunrises (well, four of them, anyway). And for some reason, to me, nothing says parched earth and saguaro cacti quite like tequila (the Sonoran Desert, after all, extends from Mexico north to Arizona).

Pretty and potent, just like the Sonoran Desert.

A Tequila Sunrise won’t knock your socks off, but with a generous tequila pour, it gets the job done. And let it be known my week has been particularly trying, what with three deadlines in three days and a sick six-year-old at home for two of those days. So I can use a stiff drink, but one that’s entirely drinkable, and O.J. mixed with tequila is definitely that.

I modified my recipe from GroupRecipes and used pomegranate juice instead of grenadine, which makes it a bit tart and more ruby-hued than pink. I hope you enjoy one tonight — or tomorrow, at sunrise. Me? I’ll be down at the cantina, knocking one back, followed by a prickly pear margarita.

Tequila Sunrise

  • 2 oz tequila
  • 3 oz fresh-squeezed orange juice
  • 3/4 oz pomegranate juice (or grenadine syrup)

Shake the tequila and orange juice with ice and then strain into an ice-filled glass. Pour the pomegranate juice in along the glass’s edge, so it bleeds down the side. Garnish with an orange wedge.

— Recipe modified from GroupRecipes

STFU, Parents! What not to share

Blogging about my life and kids and travels has got me thinking: what are the boundaries for sharing personal information on the web? Then I came across this On Parenting blog on the topic that featured an interview with the STFU, Parents founder.

For those not familiar with STFU, Parents, it’s a blog site that mocks all the redonkulous birth, baby and kid posts that parents share with the world. In the interview, the site’s founder (who wants to remain anonymous), said the line between sharing and over-sharing has become fuzzy. The more people become familiar with social media, the less they think about what’s appropriate to put “out there.”

While it’s probably OK to post a video of your live birth on your personal blog, you may be crossing the line by posting it to Facebook, where your junior high school science teacher could stumble across it. Do you really want Mr. Milavec to see all that? As I write this I realize I may have been guilty of over-sharing in my daughter’s birth announcement, which included this photo:

I crossed the line with this picture of my kid. In my uterus. Sorry about that.

Yes, this is Avery at about 34 weeks gestation, inside my uterus! At the time, nobody was really sharing in-utero photos, but there I was, grossing out my co-workers and acquaintances when this picture landed in their in-box. After hearing through the grapevine that some people thought our birth announcement was “kinda weird,” I have tried hard to keep my Facebook shares under control. Fortunately, as I am not in possession of video footage of either c-section, breastfeeding b-roll, or photographic evidence of potty training success, I have found it easy to STFU about all that private stuff. Now, if only the rest of the parents out there would STFU too.

How about you? Have you ever over-shared parenting milestones on Facebook? Do your friends?

Going to the (howling) dogs

It’s official: we’ve gone to the dogs. The Howling Dog Tours of Canmore, anyway; the ones that pull you in a sled along trails at breakneck speed, which for an Alaskan husky tops out at about 25 km/hr downhill. The kids giggled down every bumpy hill, I laughed with them snug under several blankets and Blake helped our musher, Brock, drive the sled along a snow-packed service road in Spray Valley Provincial Park.

Musher Brock snaps our picture on the trail. Don't we look cozy?

I had my doubts about how the afternoon would turn out, especially when Bennett started saying, “No dog sled, Mommy,” in the van on the way to the staging area. Once there he sat down in the snow and, to my horror, started eating it. “Don’t eat that snow!” one of the guides yelled at him. (Bennett’s bit wasn’t yellow, I don’t think). I also worried when Brock introduced our first two sled dogs as “Cadaver” and “Screamer” — fortunately I misheard him on the first dog’s name (it was actually “Cadabra,” as in “Abra”).

At this point Bennett warmed up to the seven friendly dogs that pulled our sled, and he didn’t even mind when they began barking ballistically right before we screamed out onto the trail.

Cadabra and Screamer get some pets from the kids.

We loved the two-hour tour and highly recommend. Here are five reasons you should go to the dogs too:

  1. The sight of happy dogs playfully nipping at one another as they pull a heavy sled will lift your spirit. They love to run!
  2. The smiles on your kids’ faces as the sled tears down hills and around bends … And subsequent smiles when they pet the dogs and feed them treats afterwards. We were amazed by how friendly the dogs are — and how good they are with little kids.
  3. You’ll feel slightly patriotic whizzing through a forest in the Frozen North while sitting in a sled pulled by huskies. All you need is a bear skin to exchange for a Hudson’s Bay blanket at the trading post. 
  4. The scenery is pretty awesome. Look up and you’ll see the jagged peaks of the Canadian Rockies scratching the sky above the treetops. Our guide said he’s seen wildlife along the trail, too — moose, deer and elk. 
  5. It’s a fun way to embrace winter. You don’t notice the cold or count the minutes you’re outside because you’re having so much fun.