Potluck and Secret Santa

So our annual potluck at Blue Ocean was today. Myself and another member of my project were in charge of it which resulted in most of the day up in our 4th floor boardroom and off the phones. Typically I would be overjoyed to be off the phones, but today with all the running up and down stairs or elevator when I got really lazy and with the crock pots (8 of them) turned on, the boardroom was boiling!

But the food! Wow, we had recipes from all over the world. We have an international team of agents that are from all over. So it was really nice to see all the food. With about 3/4 of the team taking part there was tons of stuff left over. My perogies were a big hit, they were one of the first things gone. Everyone said I need to bring more next time.

I was thinking as well, that next year we should have people make up recipe cards and either do up an email with all the recipes in it or make up enough recipe cards that they can take one from each dish that they like. I did have people put ingredients on each dish, for people with allergies, sensitivities or people who are vegetarian or vegan. I hope to get involved again next year or in something else like Secret Santa.

Speaking of which, we did that today as well. We are technically open next week on Monday and Friday but as a lot of people, myself included, took the week off. So for that reason we did it today. My friend Robin put that together. She did a great job. I got a $25 gift card from Shoppers Drug Mart and a Caramilk bar and a mint Aero bar. The limit was $15 so I guess I have a secret admirer I told Cory that and he just laughed. I drew the guy who sits next to me and he is a golf fanatic. I was unsure what to get him but found a cool range finder at Walmart for $15.

Over all I really enjoyed the Christmas/Holiday festivities at work this year.

Sink or Swim – Part 2

I obviously can’t go into as much detail about all parts of my stay at KAF (Kandahar Airfield) or it would be a long ass post. But I thought the plane ride was kinda symbolic.

After getting through the gates, we went on a bumpy and slightly smelly bus ride across the base to pick up our PPE (Personal Protective Equipment), which consists of a duffle bag filled with a protective vest (Kevlar possibly, I don’t remember) and helmet, a gas mask and a flash light. This was to be stored under our beds and donned if you are close enough to it when the sirens go off, which happened again while picking up our PPE and trying it on. After 2 minutes face down on the ground with my arms over my head. I head to a concrete bunker and hang out till the all clear siren.

Next we go get our ID’s and travel around the outskirts of the base, safely just inside the walls to get a view of everything, including the “Shit pond”, which is a small lake that was filed with human waste, cooking oil and grease. The smell gets whipped around the base with the desert winds. It can get quite ripe. But like anything you get used to it. Till you get home to Canada (or where ever) anyways and can not get the smell out of your hair, skin, clothing, and baggage, no matter how much you scrub, wash and rinse. Eventually it fades on skin and hair, for most, in time to go back to KAF after vacation.

Luckily it’s close enough to our tent line that you get used it fast. As well as the sounds of jets, planes and other vehicles, night and day which we were also luckily enough to be right beside. Oh and the constant blasting and testing of missiles and other ammo at the ammunition depot and fields. You really do get used to it though. Makes for a rough first week, coupled with home sickness.

“Home” is a 8ft by 6ft space in a 8 person tent that you share with up to 7 other people of the same sex. Mine was quite cozy with a real dresser, a single bed, a locked storage box, a night table, and one of those 3 tier plastic containers you can store stuff in. I learnt quick to put shoes in there and not leave them on the floor or all kinds of creepy crawly would crawl out when you picked them up.

Prior to the plane trip to KAF, I had a week stay outside Ottawa on an old base or training range. Where we learned CPR and First Aid, fire fighting skills, training on how to recognize land mines, booby traps and any number of natural hazard, including but not limited to: Snakes, scorpions and spiders. We learned to don our gas masks in the dark inside a hut filled with pepper spray gas. I was one of the lucky ones that had been shown how to use it before, minus the pepper spay, when I was on base in Baden-Söellingen, Germany. We also got medicals, immunizations, etc. They were’nt really worried about us getting to know each other. There was plenty of time for that in KAF.

Lunch and supper were usually spend at one of the 4 Dfac’s (no idea what that stands for), which were basically cafeterias, each with a slightly different themes. Aptly named: Niagara, Cambridge, Luxemburg and Far East. They basically served the same items with different spices, garnishes etc to make them more, North American, British, European and Asian foods. There was also a “fancy” restaurant who’s name I have forgotten and a European bakery that served the best black pepper beef pot pies, which was below a European PX (“post exchange” – fancy way of saying store). At the time I was there, along the boardwalk there was a Tim Hortons, a Subway, a Pizza hut, an ice cream stand and some other concessions. Pizza hut quickly became a favorite. Along with Tim’s. Can’t be a proper Canadian without a Tim’s close by.

The next weeks blended together with learning my work, getting acquainted with the lifestyle and people of KAF and missing home, but enjoying myself for the most part. Life at KAF was interesting and the money was good. I bought a cell phone and got internet. They along with food from the board walk or things bought in one of the PX’s or souvenirs from the market or boardwalk were the only things you paid for. Everything else was included, plus a hefty pay. Bottled water was everywhere you looked at the end of every tent row, outside every building, around every corner. Tap water was not potable at KAF and could give you very nasty bugs, parasites, etc.

In the evenings we would sit outside on our decks made of pallets and ply wood in camp chairs around wooden cable drums that served as tables and played cards, talked and played board games or we would go to the gym or grab a late supper at one of the Dfac’s or spent half the evening in a concrete shelter in the dark with maybe 20-30 other people or more trying to get as close to the concrete bunker as possible should a stray rocket get too close for comfort. Though most were duds and half the time they could not hit something no matter how hard they tried.

Once or twice a month there would be a barbecue hosted by the company and we would get 2 beer and have hamburgers, steak, ribs and/or hot dogs. Real stuff sent from the US or Canada. Other then that drinking and drugs of any kind were strictly forbidden. So was fornication of any kind. The “No booze, no sex” rule that also applied to both the Canadian and American troops stationed there. Other nations were not as strict with the no sex rule but the no booze rule was enforced by the base commander and anyone civilians caught doing either were sent home. Not sure what happened to the troops.

On one such occasion (barbecue, not sex), after drinking our beer a guy friend and I decided to go looking for another friend of mine and found her on her deck in front of her tent with another tent mate and a tent mate of my guy friend. We sat down and started talking. About an hour or two later when the barbecue was starting to wind down and people were starting to migrate back to their decks in front of their tents, I felt something crawling on my face. I swatted at it and it bit me. Being used to black fly’s and other things biting me I only mildly paid attention. My friend looked over and said “hold still, you have a spider on you, I can’t see what it is”. It fell on my leg and bit me again, fell and scurried off.

My friend tried to kill it but couldn’t it moved too quick. He thought it was a brown recluse though and told me I needed to get to Role 3 (the Nato Role 3 hospital) fast. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach (from the spider bite or from nerves? I don’t know) and feeling lightheaded. They got a vehicle and in the middle of another rocket attack took me to the hospital. Once I got there I was taken in, put on a saline IV and asked a bunch of questions about what bit me. I couldn’t answer. Someone else said spider but we did not know the kind. I had seen it briefly and they started showing me pictures to try and identify, I passed out.

When I woke up they told me they had given me stuff to stop the spread of the poison. They said even if it was not the spider I thought it was there was plenty other poisonous spiders and other things that could have bitten me and since I was not able kill it and bring it with me they would need to keep an eye on me. I was put on a hospital bed in a ward of about 10 beds. There was other people there including a child I believe. I don’t remember much about the next 2-3 days. After more then 24 hours I was sent back to my tent and told to rest. I slept a lot or just laid on my bed.

After another day or two I was able to get up for 12-20 minutes at a time and a few days later I decided to go back to work, the first day was a bit of a blur. The second day I was feeling better and decided to go to the board walk for my lunch and grab a pizza from Pizza Hut. I ordered and then went to lean against the rail at the other side and wait. A few minutes later I apparently fainted and fell. Unfortunately there was a bench beside me that a few people were sitting on and I smashed my face into the cement post on the back of it.

I woke up when a worker from Pizza Hut pored cold water from a bottle over my head. Not sure how good an idea that was considering my face and shirt were covered in blood. When I saw the blood I passed out again. I am not one to faint at the sight of blood, even my own. But that was a lot of blood. My shirt was saturated in it. And my face stung like a bitch. I still wasn’t sure what was going on.

Three British girls cam rushing to my side, all were medics in the British army. One told me I would need stitches, she lifted me up in her arms and carried me to their vehicle and drove me back to Role 3. Same doctor again: “Boy you must really want to go home”. No… I did not. The girls disappeared. I never got to say thanks. Not that I could, my whole mouth and face was numb. I didn’t hurt yet. He sat me in a wheel chair and disappeared and when it felt like I was going to pass out with pain which did not take long to start or loss of blood, or both he showed up again and said in a lovely accent I did not realize he had, said “It’s busy tonight” and disappeared again. After god knows how long he came back a 3rd time and pushed my wheel chair into an x-ray room.

An American girl about my age or maybe a few years younger took x-rays of my head and wheeled me back to the other area I was in. Then I was brought to the dental part of the hospital and more x-rays, this time dental type ones were taken. They confirmed I had a broken jaw and my front teeth were cracked, but not broken. I also had bitten off about 1/3 of my bottom lip. That concerned me the most. I was scared of scaring. There is some but now it is hardly noticeable. About 20 stitches later in my lip and inside my mouth I was back in one piece. They said my jaw would heal on its own (it did not, I had to have it broken and wired about 6 months later).

I went back to my tent and slept most of the next 2-3 days in a haze of pain. My tent mates and other friends I had made, bought me soup and Gatorade and snuck soups and soft foods into the tent (not supposed to have food in the tents). Until I was well enough to .go to the Dfac again. I ate soft foods the rest of the time I was there. After about 2 weeks I was told I either have to try and get back to work or they were sending me home. My job consisted of talking on the phone alot. 2 hours into my first shift I gave up and tearfully told me supervisor I wanted to go home.

I went back to my tent and a flight to Dubai was arranged for 3 days from then. On the day I left it was a blistering 42°C. The warmest so far. I got back on the plane from hell and we lifted off. I arrived in Dubai roughly an hour later. I left with a friend of mine and a friend of his who were going on their vacation. They decided to go to Egypt. I landed in Halifax to 25°C and was freezing. I was home. :love:

Cooking for Christmas!

One of my favorite things about Christmas is spending a day, a weekend and sometimes even a week cooking up stuff for the Holiday season. It has been a tradition in my family (as with a lot of families) for as long as I can remember. This year we have made, 21 1/4 dozen cheese, onion and bacon perogies (that’s 255 perogies), 6 1/2 dozen macaroons (78), and 6 1/2 dozen (78) ginger snaps.

I decided to post pictures and the recipe that my family has used for a long time. It was passed from my Aunt to my Mom years ago when my Mom and Dad got married. My father thinks it’s the recipe that his mother, passed down to my Aunt and that her mother most likely passed down to her so it’s been in the family for generations I think. I took the pictures so I’m not in any of them my Mom is. But since we made like 5 batches of dough I did to a lot of it myself too.

I’ve never really written out a recipe before so I hope it’s not too bad. We mostly do them by memory and I don’t think mom even has a recipe written down. So forgive me for not putting the amounts of the filling. If we make to much filling we just fry it up for breakfast the next morning or make more dough.

Perogie dough:
– 4 cups of all purpose flour
– 1tsp lard or oil (canola oil will do)
– 1 1/2 cups of warm water (almost hot)
– 1tsp salt.

Potato Filling (mashed potatoes):
– 5 Medium sized potatoes
– Milk
– Salt
– Pepper
– Margerine

Optional fillings:
Grated Cheese (cheddar, romano, mozella, etc)

Start out with making the mashed potatoes. Kinda use your own judgement on this. Using the potatoes, milk, salt, pepper, margarine and any other option fillings such as onion, grated cheese, bacon, etc make your potato filling. Basically make it the consistency of regular mashed potatoes (not super creamy but more chunky). We often use the leftovers and fry them up in a hash.

The in a large mixing bowl, add 4 cups flour, 1 tsp lard or oil, 1 tsp salt and 1 1/2 cups of warm water. Using a fork mix until the water is mixed in, it will still have a lot of loose flour and not be fully mixed, that’s okay and then using your hands knead it till it looks like the image below.


Spread flour on the counter and take it out and keep kneading until it is fairly pliable and ready to roll. Spread more flour if needed and roll with a heavy wooden or marble rolling pin:


Until it looks something like this:


Using a glass or round cookie cutter (about 2 1/2 to 3 inches in diameter) cut out the dough like below. How many you can get depends on the thickness/thinness of the dough you rolled out. We got about 20 to 25 perogies out of one batch of dough. Fill a 6 or 8 ounce mug 1/4 with milk.


Take one of the dough cutouts and fill it with about a tsp of filling in the center leaving space at the outside edges:


Dip two fingers in the mug of milk and wet around the outside edge of the perogie and fold it in half and using your fingers press the edge together till it looks like this:


Bring a large pot of water boil with a dash of salt and drop the perogies 10-12 at a time into the pot, when they float they are ready to pull out.


Place them into something to cool down.


Once cooled place them in ziplock bags and store them in the freezer until you are ready for them.


When ready pull out however much you need and you can either fry them in a pan with a bit of margarine, button or oil. I sometimes add seasoning salt. Fry till light golden brown on both sides. They will have a slightly doughy and rubbery texture but they are so good!

Alternatively you can bake them, deep fry them (careful not to leave them too long or all the filling will come out), or boil them further. They taste great reheated in the microwave.

Mom and Dad make the dough and put sauer kraut in as a filling right from the box, don’t need to do anything else with it, instead of potato sometimes. I’m not a sauer kraut fan but other people I know say they are pretty good.