Comments on: This Thing They Call a Vacation http://www.recipesfortrouble.com/2007/06/this-thing-they-call-a-vacation/ A world of food stories, culinary memories, and ingredients queerly political. Thu, 04 Dec 2008 02:44:49 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.5 By: Lori W. http://www.recipesfortrouble.com/2007/06/this-thing-they-call-a-vacation/#comment-563 Lori W. Sun, 24 Jun 2007 00:21:09 +0000 http://recipesfortrouble.com/2007/06/this-thing-they-call-a-vacation/#comment-563 Ha! I was only thinking of this moments ago. An artist's summer is all about the working holiday. We are going to a family reunion in the Okanagan, but that's going to be work. This summer I am going to abandon my family for at least one day and head to Wreak Beach with a bunch of rowdy women. I've been to paradise... but I've never been to Wreak Beach. We will drink cocktails, get sunburnt and plan the revolution. Ha! I was only thinking of this moments ago. An artist’s summer is all about the working holiday. We are going to a family reunion in the Okanagan, but that’s going to be work.
This summer I am going to abandon my family for at least one day and head to Wreak Beach with a bunch of rowdy women. I’ve been to paradise… but I’ve never been to Wreak Beach. We will drink cocktails, get sunburnt and plan the revolution.

]]> By: Sandi Rapini http://www.recipesfortrouble.com/2007/06/this-thing-they-call-a-vacation/#comment-562 Sandi Rapini Thu, 21 Jun 2007 17:52:33 +0000 http://recipesfortrouble.com/2007/06/this-thing-they-call-a-vacation/#comment-562 When my grandmother prepared a picnic I was always satisfied. A hot thermos of pork and beans, bread and butter, hot sauerkraut with weiner's cut into it, coleslaw, slices of beef steak tomatoes sprinkled with salt and pepper, rootbeer and chocolate brownies. Seems so unlikely a picnic now, but I bet I would still go for it. At the Drop-In Art Program, working with a peer and our supervisor at a homeless shelter, the subject came up: 'We should organize a summer outing. There's funding.' My peer co-facilitator announces 'I think we should have a real picnic.' 'Okay, like what?' 'Well not bagged lunches, not a bunch of sandwiches. We get that everyday. It should be special. We should have fried chicken and potato salad.' I thought that was a great idea. 'How about BBQ'd chicken drums and some chocolate brownies too?' She smiled a big one. When my grandmother prepared a picnic I was always satisfied. A hot thermos of pork and beans, bread and butter, hot sauerkraut with weiner’s cut into it, coleslaw, slices of beef steak tomatoes sprinkled with salt and pepper, rootbeer and chocolate brownies. Seems so unlikely a picnic now, but I bet I would still go for it.

At the Drop-In Art Program, working with a peer and our supervisor at a homeless shelter, the subject came up:

‘We should organize a summer outing. There’s funding.’

My peer co-facilitator announces ‘I think we should have a real picnic.’

‘Okay, like what?’

‘Well not bagged lunches, not a bunch of sandwiches. We get that everyday. It should be special. We should have fried chicken and potato salad.’ I thought that was a great idea. ‘How about BBQ’d chicken drums and some chocolate brownies too?’ She smiled a big one.

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