Monthly Archives: July 2013

5 reasons to rediscover Heritage Park

It had been a of couple years since we visited Heritage Park Historical Village during summer with the kids in tow. While it was fun back then, I recalled a lot of walking, and some weird rule about not being able to take strollers on the steam engine train. So it was nice to return with now-older children who could walk everywhere without complaint and last for hours while running on a diet of hot dogs and ice cream for energy. (For those readers not from Calgary, Heritage Park is an “old-time village” from 1910, complete with a main street, old-fashioned midway rides, farm animals and pastures, a settlement fort and an aboriginal encampment. The idea is you get off the train and it’s like you’ve travelled back in time 100 years.)

What’s more, we visited during the Calgary Stampede, on Stampede Family Day, so you can imagine the crowds at Heritage Park = non-existent. How refreshing to just walk on to rides, watch live street theatre with a front-row view and stand in line for ice cream for exactly two minutes. (Not that I don’t like the Stampede, but you gotta love how empty other Calgary attractions are during these 10 days.)

What I liked most about this outing was the leisurely pace. We just wandered from place to place as the mood suited. Here are our Top 5 stops:

1. The Ferris wheel

That's Blake and Avery waving from the very top car on the Heritage Park antique Ferris wheel.

That’s Blake and Avery waving from the very top car!

Yes, it’s old-school. All it does is spin around in a circle and take you up and down, up and down, but it’s fun. As a bonus (possibly because the lineup was so short), Blake and Avery got to go up and down for about 25 revolutions. Nice!

2. Street theatre

We loved watching the live street theatre next door to Alberta Bakery at Heritage Park.

We loved watching the live street theatre next door to Alberta Bakery.

Don’t worry, I haven’t gone all cultured on you. The street theatre that randomly takes place at Heritage Park ain’t high-brow, but it’s a lot of fun. We got to watch a boxing match between a cheer-worthy challenger and a boo-worthy title defender, plus all the drama on the sidelines. Avery loved seeing the story unfold (while she munched on a fresh chocolate chunk cookie from Alberta Bakery), and for once Bennett didn’t pull my hand to go somewhere else.

3. I scream, you scream…

Three cheers for chilly cones from Vulcan Ice Cream Parlour at Heritage Park.

Three cheers for chilly cones from Vulcan Ice Cream Parlour.

We all scream for ice cream! Eating a generous scoop of ice cream from the Vulcan Ice Cream Parlour was a particular treat for Bennett, who is dairy- and gluten-free. The ice cream shop offers a dairy-free version and we made sure he didn’t eat the cone!

4. The animals

By "the animals" I mean farm critters, not my children...

By “the animals” I mean the farm critters, not my children… Here they are on a fence, a better vantage from which to watch a calf frolicking in the distance.

Two years later and a park highlight was still looking at all the animals, especially the horses and lambs. The only drawback? Petting must be done through the fence. Plan a visit during Rural Roots, Aug. 24 and 25, 2013, when there will be a petting zoo set up for kiddos.

5. Wide open spaces

Home, home on the range...

Home, home on the range…

Maybe it’s just me, but I loved how open and uncrowded Heritage Park felt on Sunday. It was beautiful July day and there weren’t any lineups or rude people, just families and history buffs having some good, clean fun. After the flooding in Calgary in June, a dose of the “good ‘ole days” home on the range nostalgia is much needed (and appreciated!).

Drink of the Week: Pickled Cowboy

Yeehaw! The Calgary Stampede has arrived, and with it a 10-day pass to do a lot of drinking. Some yokels might drink beer out of a sweaty cowboy boot, or sidle up to the bar for shooters with raunchy names like “Cowboy Cocksucker,” but not you, right? You’re classy. I get it. So I have just the drink for you: a Pickled Cowboy.

The Pickled Cowboy is my new favourite tequila cocktail, and perfect for sipping during the Calgary Stampede. Drink a couple and you, too, will be pickled. Yeehaw!

The Pickled Cowboy is my new fave tequila cocktail, and perfect for sipping during the Stampede. Drink a couple and you, too, will be pickled. Yeehaw!

I was introduced to this sublime drink last summer in San Antonio, Tex. when I mentioned I like tequila. There are lots of tequila-swilling cowboys down yonder in Texas, and judging from this recipe, they like them some pickling, too. Hot pickled okra juice is the preferred ingredient to pull off this cocktail properly (you can buy jars of delicious pickled okra in most Walmarts in southern U.S. states). Failing that, use the juice of hot pickled beans, or similar.

As for the taste of my new fave tequila bevvy? Not unlike a spicy, somewhat pickled margarita, with a dash of sweet, fresh-squeezed O.J. that makes all the difference. And remember, “Pickled Cowboy” is a play on words — you will become what you drink after a couple of these bad (cow)boys during the Calgary Stampede. Giddy up!

Giddy up and go Stampeding after downing a couple Pickled Cowboys.

Giddy up and go Stampeding after downing a couple Pickled Cowboys.

Pickled Cowboy

  • 2 oz reposado tequila
  • 3/4 oz fresh lime juice
  • 1/2 oz hot pickled okra juice*
  • 1/2 oz agave syrup
  • 1/4 oz fresh orange juice
  • Salt for rimming glass
  • Pickled okra* and orange wedge garnish

In a cocktail shaker, combine tequila, lime juice, hot pickled okra juice, agave syrup and orange juice and top with ice. Shake vigorously and strain into a salt-rimmed rocks glass filled with fresh crushed ice. Garnish with an orange wedge and a pickled okra*.

*Pickled okra is not available in Canada. Instead, use the juice from a jar of hot pickled beans (or similar), and sub in a pickled bean or asparagus garnish.

— Recipe courtesy San Antonio, Tex. resident Annice Hill

My favourite Inglewood flood stories

Has enough time gone by since the Bow River crested to start laughing about the crazy flood week? I don’t know about you, but for us — in between the moments of stress and panic — there were quite a few hilarious and strange stories that took place and are worth relaying.

So here goes… My Top 5 Inglewood #yycflood stories:

1. When it floods, save your… fish?

Inglewood alderman Gian-Carlo Carra snapped our betta fish's saviour ferrying him to safety.

Inglewood alderman Gian-Carlo Carra snapped this picture of our betta fish’s saviour ferrying him to safety.

Our betta, Blue-blue, is now 3-1/2 years old but still a part of the family. And so, when we were clearing out the house on Sat., June 22, I resolved to save the fish even though he could’ve just swam off had the river swept away our home. Even odder, the stranger who carried Blue-blue to safety was caught on camera by our alderman, then tweeted out. Awesome!

2. “Will work for rum!”

Larry volunteered tirelessly to help Inglewood residents clean up after the flood.

Larry volunteered tirelessly to help Inglewood residents clean up.

What do you do with 600 square feet of soggy carpet and underlay? Wait in your back alley for a guy named Larry to drive by and haul it away. Blake met him one afternoon when Larry was loading our carpet into his truck. When Blake offered to pay him Larry acted quite offended, then said, “You wouldn’t happen to have a shot of rum, would you?” I sense a new Inglewood motto: “Will work for rum.”

3. Always remember to mow your lawn before you evacuate

"You'd better not post that on social media," Blake warned while he mowed. "I don't want to be the loser out mooing before his house got flooded." Ha!

“Don’t post that to social media,” Blake warned while he mowed. “I don’t want to be the loser out mowing before his house got flooded.” Ha!

You know the saying about how you should always wear clean underwear in case you get into an accident? Well, here’s a new one: Always mow your lawn before evacuating your house because it might end up on national television.

As we were waiting for the official evac-door-knock on June 20 we wandered out front to look at the river. I commented on the state of our unsightly lawn and its towering dandelion population. “Hmmm,” said Blake. “Maybe I should mow it.” So off he went to get the mower and good thing too — 48 hours later a shot of the homes on our street opened up the evening news hour. And our lawn looked awesome!

4. Good thing we don’t need to hire a lifeguard

No need for a lifeguard when you've got this out front.

No need for a lifeguard when you’ve got this out front.

People keep asking us if we regret buying property on the Bow River, especially with young children. Don’t we worry they’ll walk out the front door and fall off the new cliff into the raging waters?

No, we don’t regret our move to 8th Ave. in Inglewood. If anything, we are even more jazzed about the ‘hood after the amazing response to our plight by friends and neighbours. And as for worrying about the children going for an accidental swim, there’s no concern now since Rapid Fence put up this lovely barricade last week. It also doubles as a really long dog run.

5. Forget cocktails. Where’s my beer?

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

For all that I write about cocktails, I never evacuated my cocktail shaker amid the flood panic. Through a week of helping friends clean out mucky basements, what I really wanted at the end of a long, hot day was a nice, cold beer. And a bottle opener would’ve come in handy, too.