Canada Day Tim Bit Cupcakes

There are some things in Canada that are sacred. Hockey, first and foremost. Next come our heroes: figures like Terry Fox, Rick Hansen, and Don Cherry (Sorry, gotta love the Grapes). Then it's our national dishes that we share (Nanaimo Bars, Butter Tarts, Poutine) and all that Can Con which spreads across our air waves (Corner Gas, Just for Laughs, Littlest Hobo). You Americans may have heard us name drop these things here and there, but I doubt you really know how close we hold them to our hearts. They are what separates us from, well, you.

There is one place that you have tried to bring across the border, but have failed multiple times. One house of Canadian worship that fuels our souls and hearts. It gives us shelter at 4am before hockey practice, and keeps us going throughout those long winter nights.

Morning Oatmeal Cookies (Vegan and GF)

My legs have decided to take on a mind of their own. They refuse to move under my command and would much rather lounge about while sucking mercilessly on a bottle of ibuprofen. They scream when I try to take a few steps. If I manage to retain  a sort of shambling walking speed, trying to slow down or turn seem to be impossible for them.

I wasn't in any accident or trama. I simple took part in one of the best experiences Vancouver has to offer.

Six hours. Over one hundred teams of two. Fifteen secret locations. And a whole lot of running.

Lemon Rosemary Zucchini Cake

Well then. It's been over a month.

Don't worry. I didn't keel over. Nor did Mr. C. Nor did our little sunflower plants. It was all in my head really.

You might have read about my brand new health problems that I mentioned in the last post. Afterwards, I received some emails from some baking buddies. They were worried. Actually far more worried then I was. And that was sweet. It made me feel loved. (You guys are such darlings).

But that got me thinking. Was I truly healthy?