Finally, a picture of our new kitchen. The FC took this with his brand new IPhone (obssessed with all the applications, suddenly he’s snap-happy, which is good news for the blog.)

As you can see, there’s no countertop, nor backplash, no facade for the island, nor handles on the cupboards. But even in its unfinished state, you can feel the warm spirit of the space.

I love my new kitchen.

Since meeting the sporty FC, I’m now totally hooked on camping. I mean real camping. A tent. A canoe. A remote lake in the woods. Steep portages. The possibilty of running into a bear. (Okay, not the bear part. Hate that part.)

Though in my last post on the matter, I focused on camping food (and there’s so much more to say on that topic) I don’t think we can forget about fashion. Roughing it doesn’t mean you can’t look cute at the same time. Knee socks, plaid shorts, a fishing hat, a 70s plaid flannel shirt with a fat collar, a woolly sweater for chilly nights by the fire. Don’t let geeky gortex take over!. Please? Nature is beautiful. We should be too.

My friend Marc nailed his camping look last weekend in Parc Papineau Labelle, resurrecting his old scout cap and even donning a tie before our mushroom hunting excursion. Adorable! Also notice his water flask. Useful and stylish.

Dried mushrooms and portabellos made a tasty fireside pasta dish.