WALES Recipe Book

At the start of 2025, I did say that I was going to focus less on this blog due to meeting the milestone of 1000 posts. So as a rule I no longer apologize for failing to update. I do admit, it's rare that I go this far into the month without writing anything, and I do think I made some kind of dedication to post a certain number of times in my New Year's Resolutions.  

I've probably been a little distracted by a work project that I've been doing. About a month and a half ago, the idea of throwing a goodbye celebration for someone at the main office was floated. In the past, I'd joked about making a recipe book for the WALES members using their cooking goals in a similar way to how I have my Gryphood binder. One of my coworkers suggested that it might be opportune to go through with it and give a copy to this person who is moving away, since she had hosted a food event for us some time ago.

So I've been working on that. In the end, I got 18 recipes with 20 contributors (two entries were collaborations). Each page has an image of the person alongside their food. I interviewed each contributor to give a description of their entry and the context for which they made it. The first edition has now been given away but it looks like there are more people that want to work on a continuation. I've saved all my files so it's not hard to keep building on it, but perhaps now at a more relaxed pace since we've reached the first deadline.

I'd already used a few of the recipes and posted them on my Gryphood blog. I got to try some more, and in fact have four updates to make based on this project. This will bring me to my 100th post over there.

In an abundance of caution I will not include a picture of the WALES cookbook, since the faces of some of our members are on the title. They've all given me permission to use their image, but I'd still rather not. This is nebulously social media, and talking about individuals that I serve on this medium can be a bit of a murky area.

I will include a picture of my Gryphood binders though. At some point I showed my initial version on here, but since then, as I've said I have more recipes now. It was getting a little crowded to keep all in one binder, so I got another and divided them into a "Main Course" and "Snacks and Sides" versions.

The first time I posted, I had six images on the title page and I've divided them into three each here. I think it's okay that there are fewer examples per cover, as it gets buffed out a little with the secondary title, which the first one didn't have. The only image that is different is the centre one on Main Courses. It used to be shepherd's pie, but I changed it to bulgogi. 

The reason for this is that I went back and redid the latter recipe. First time I cut the meat way too thick. On discovering a technique to achieve thinner slices I tried again and took a photo of it grilling in the pan over my charcoal barbecue, which is a fun change from the more generic shot of a plate. I felt it added a bit of diversity in setting when placed between the butternut squash soup and cheesesteaks on the cover.

One funny thing I discovered when looking for attractive shots of food I've taken, is that snacks seem a lot more photogenic than meals for some reason.

I was going to include my new Gryphood binder on my post about the DVD player as a tie-in to physical media, but I forgot. I also didn't remember to include a list of DVDs that I was planning to buy, contrasting it with my older collection that I found surprisingly traditionally masculine.

Off the top of my head I'd planned to buy Disney's Encanto, Pixar's Coco, and Studio Ghibli's Grave of the Fireflies. Lot of cartoons. I haven't gotten around to buying anything though, kind of satisfied with my old collection for the time being. Perhaps I haven't moved further from my old tastes than I'd thought.

Neil Gaiman is a Monster

The dawning of the Internet changed the way we interact and perceive others significantly. Massive amounts of information were no longer held behind the paywall of purchase or the requirement of patience. It was no longer as easy for organizations to safeguard knowledge. People became able to connect with each other behind the veil of anonymity and the fear of social repercussion reduced.

Then social media changed the Internet landscape. We became able to maintain connection with people we knew in real life that would have fallen out of our circles otherwise. It became common to have a list of hundreds of friends. Keeping up to date with people no longer required interaction, as individuals would make generalized posts about their life to the public.

With this development, suddenly the Internet transitioned from being about anonymity to the death of privacy. Every update you made was timestamped and preserved indefinitely on an account locked to your identity. Social media companies like Meta were outed for preserving even deleted information, and it was revealed that governments were invasively tracking the digital activity of private citizens.

But many high ranking people were not quick to sense the shift in environment. Abuses that were previously held behind closed doors and subject to he-said she-said dialog were now being committed via the medium of the Internet. Victims gained the ability to preserve evidence far more efficiently, ultimately acting as a Catalyst for the Me Too movement. The world could no longer ignore the prevalence of sexual abuse in many of our industries, and pessimism regarding previously aspirational individuals grew.

When it came to corrupt famous people that were responsible for creative works, fans were asked the question "Can you separate the art from the artist?" When large quantities decided that they could not, the phrase "Cancel Culture" emerged. A term often used condescendingly for the phenomenon of monstrous but talented people losing the opportunity to distribute their work based on moral failing.

For a long time I was lucky. No one that I admired was outed as an abuser. Until now.

Neil Gaiman has, until maybe recent events, been full-stop my favourite contemporary author. Of his novels, I'd read Neverwhere, American Gods, Anansi Boys, Coraline, Stardust, The Graveyard Book, and his collaborative work with Terry Pratchet, Good Omens. I'd seen the film adaptation of Stardust as well. I'd been planning on getting around to watching his short TV series for American Gods and Good Omens, but I don't know if I'll bother now. Neverwhere was for a long time one of my top five books, but it has been long enough that I would need to revisit it to see if my adult self agrees. Before everything came out, my mother gave Lee-Anne a copy of Watership Down and Neverwhere as a birthday gift, figuring that they were the two most beloved novels on our side of the family.

All this to say, this year five women have come forward with accusations against Gaiman. The claims are too grizzly for me to be comfortable detailing here, but they are of a sexual nature and extreme.  Legal systems have yet to come to a conclusion, and obviously just because someone makes claims, doesn't mean they're true. If you're famous, inevitably someone is trying to tear you down. However, Gaiman has admitted to some wrongdoing while denying the bulk of it. Even the stuff he's confirmed is enough to end his career, and it evokes the question of whether or not he's only shared what he knows he can't get away from.

He's said that there are things in the accusations that he "half-recognizes" and some that he doesn't. He's said that he's never knowingly engaged in non-consensual activity. He's cited the fact that he polyamorous, involved in fetish communities and was in an open relationship at the time.

In terms of his claiming ignorance to the consensual nature of his relationships, I am not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. If he were a famous athlete or chef or something, maybe. But he's an author. One that has proven adept at writing female perspective. He understands women, yet he still acted the way that he did.

As far as the open relationship, fetish, and polyamory thing goes, I think it should be obvious that those are not excuses for abuse. He's being honest in that he was a part of those communities and had spoken at length about it before all this came out. I don't have any issues with people engaging in that lifestyle. In fact, in my opinion it's fully disconnected to his behaviour and he's dragging those communities down in an attempt at redirection.

Both him and his wife at the time have chosen to be mostly silent, saying that their primary responsibility is to their son. I could respect that, but if some of the claims are true, then the kid was involved in ways that I would qualify as child abuse. It doesn't give the impression of a history of protective parenting. Gaiman has fully denied those claims though, for whatever that's worth.

It wasn't a spike in ego that came with his rise to fame that corrupted Gaiman. These accusations span a very wide breadth of time and implies that he's been like this for as long as he was able.

It makes you kind of side-eye Terry Pratchett as well, a fellow author with a similar writing style who collaborated on a book with him. He's now passed and has maintained a pristine reputation. There's some hope for Pratchett's authenticity, as he only did one collaboration and it was Gaiman's very first novel. The two of them were sort of famously friends, though.

It might be argued that at a systemic level, JK Rowling, author of Harry Potter has done more damage. She leveraged her fame to attack the trans community, impacting a larger quantity of people. But at least she can speak to her views and believes in herself, whereas Gaiman's behaviour is unambiguously monstrous. He knew that he had to hide his actions because there's no way to justify them.

Some people claim that his true self was reflected in his works but I feel like that's confirmation bias at play. I can only speak for myself, but I was completely blindsided by the news and hadn't pick up on a hint of it from his novels. It tempts an old perspective that I used to have, which is that talented people are usually immoral. Depressing. With the rise of AI and the question of the value of authenticity, I think this is a point against humanity. While Gaiman is human, he created great works that, in my opinion, communicated nothing of his true self.

The only thing I can claim as far as my ability to detect his cloaked evil nature, is that I always said he was the perfect example of a "backpfeifengesicht", the German word for "Face that needs a fist". I'm on record as saying that, despite loving his work, there is no one else that evokes in me as much of an urge to clobber them. No rationalle, just a vibe. I was emphatic enough about this that I was told a few times that I was weird about it. With recent revelations, that impulse seems more justifiable.

Outdoor Cats

Nowadays, it's frowned on to have an outdoor cat. If you're adopting from the humane society, they will disqualify you as a potential owner for saying that you won't keep them indoors. It was the same for the place I got Kieran, and where my mother and brother got Cassidy.

The present opinion of experts is that this form of ownership creates too much risk for stress, disease, and injury coming from exposure to the elements, as well as malicious animals and humans. Me and Lee-Anne follow this line of thinking and keep our guys indoors, even though it's tempting to give into their pleas to follow their animal instincts into the world beyond the kitchen window.

Because we are so up to date on the recent studies, it is our right to turn up our noses in judgement when we see evidence of owners that have not done likewhys. But I must confess, it's pretty gratifying to get to know the neighbourhood cats.

There's a big tabby named MJ who sits on the porch of his owners. He's extremely social and will often let out a high pitched mew and wander to the bottom of his front steps to be patted and scratched. Despite being quick to approach, he won't follow you far.

It's always funny to see him come up to other people in the neighbourhood. He treats everyone with fairly uniform affection, but most people seem to think they have a special relationship. I saw a post on the Kitchener subreddit with a photo of him, asking if he was a stray. There was a flurry of posts naming him and assurances that he was cared for.

We learned MJ's name when his owner was outside with him one day. We asked for the name of the cat but forgot to ask for the man's. Despite the initials usually being a shorthand for "Mary Jane", apparently MJ is a male cat.

This is Bell, maybe Belle. Like MJ, he's a boy cat with a feminine name. He comes from a home with a few small children and their house flies the Progress Pride flag. So I imagine a scenario where the parents let the kids give the name, and when, not yet biased by gender norms, they suggested "Bell", they went with it instead of encouraging something more traditional.

Bell is friendly, but not quite as outgoing as MJ. He'll watch you from a distance, and if you call him, he'll approach with caution. He often goes on walks with his family, who also own a dog.

Every once in a while, Finn and Kieran will get into a row with something in the backyard. Very different reaction to how they acted when introduced to Castor and Pollux. Eventually I learned that the outdoor entity is usually Bell. He's got a wider range in terms of territory compared to MJ. Now when I shoo away the invader, I call him by name.

There's another cat that is often in proximity to Bell. They're a bit smaller with longer fur. A bit more shy but with some coaxing I've managed to give it some pets. I don't know the name of this one. One time, it jumped down from a tree when I was walking by and startled me.

Far up the Iron Horse Trail, there is a black cat that greets passers by. Possibly more affectionate than MJ, it will meow and pressy face, bask around on the ground and show its tummy. I've struck up conversations with other trail walkers about this cat, as it's so well known and trusting. A curious trait considering the area territory is a high traffick place for dogs.

During our first year in the nieghbourhood, we used to see this grey cat a lot. Just as affectionate as the black one, but it's been a while. Hopefully, the owner just moved away.

We met this multi-coloured cat outside the cherry festival last year. It was very affectionate, but this was just a one-off encounter. We don't spend as much time in that area though, and we're going again this year, so maybe we'll see this guy again.

Garden 2025

It's the Victoria Day weekend and therefore time to put in the bulk of the garden. It doesn't feel like it, as the weather is still oddly cool. We had our first barbecue yesterday and it was chilly enough to see my breath. 

We got seeds and seedlings yesterday but we're putting them in the ground today. We already have a lot of sunflowers going. Last year, I tried three batches of them with very poor luck. The first round were planted directly in the soil but squirrels dug them up. The second two were grown in jiffy pots to get them past the seed stage, but something still found them appetizing. 

I built a shelter around them that I weighted down with rocks, but every day I would see a pile set aside and a couple of sunflowers munched on. The usual suspects were squirrels but the way the barrier was dismantled made it look like the work of something with hands. I imagined a raccoon but that doesn't seem like their behaviour.

Eventually I put enough weight on that whatever was doing it got discouraged. But the third round of flowers were slowly eaten by insects. This was all after the previous year, where we had a record number of blossoms.

So in 2025 I've been a little discouraged and Lee-Anne has subsequently taken most of the initiative. She has had a shocking amount of success and I'm not too proud to say it, but I've been slightly miffed that she's done so well when she keeps making what I perceive to be mistakes.

She started with jiffy pots in the stairwell with indirect sunlight, causing them to grow spindly and unable to support their own weight. We put them out long before recommended, and due to the uncharacteristic cold weather, they've had to survive multiple frosts. But they've somehow managed to correct their posture and brave the elements. I think they've grown beyond the point where animals perceive them as food.

 We have, I think, 9 kong sunflowers growing strong, reduced from an attempted 12. Those are the ones that grow taller than people. I've always wanted them but I haven't seen them available. One of my old neighbour's managed to grow them from random birdseed and he gave me a head one year, but I've never managed to grow second-generation flowers.

As far as our other plants go, as usual we have cucumbers, snow peas, and tomatoes. The latter are Early Girls as that's what I've had success with. This year we're trying a bell pepper. I've attempted hot peppers in the past without success, but it seems people consider bell peppers as being at a similar level of difficulty to our three standard crops, so I'm hesitantly optimistic.

We're trying herbs again. We didn't have much luck last year, but Lee-Anne thinks the issue may have been the soil, so we're correcting that and making another attempt. She's got parsely and mint, and I got chamomile because I know a rookie gardener who's having some success with it.

When Googling easy outdoor plants, I saw a suggestion to get marigolds. Apparently they encourage pollinators and discourage pests. So we got some of those, and I think Lee-Anne got two other types that have a similar nature.

It's fun to continue experimenting with different garden formats!

This last bit is off-topic, but the 12th of this month was my mom's 60th birthday. Me and my brother made her cannelloni, since I recently learned that was once her favourite food. My brother got her an outdoor table and chair for their patio, and I got her a bookcase. The last things they needed to unpack were all books, so I thought it was practical.

The reason this birthday is worth pointing out is that it was the night of the Flower Moon. This, coupled with the fact that it's the year of the Wood Snake, which she is, really makes it seem like it should be her year.

DVD Player

We recently got a DVD player. In this age of streaming services, it's not uncommon for households to go without devices for physical media. When Netflix was dominating the market, this seemed ike a pretty good deal. Unlimited, on-demand, ad-free shows and movies at a marked down price. 

But as time ticked forward, rivals got introduced. Content got divided between them, so being subscribed to only one service wasn't enough. Prices kept climbing. Ads got incorporated. They even put in tracking systems to make sure you weren't sharing your account over multiple households.

Many sports fans have stuck to cable because streaming doesn't offer the live experience. However, I watched one of the US presidential debates over Disney+ as it happened, which make you wonder what's holding them back. Later, an attempt at documenting a young Youtube star box an elderly legend of the sport showcased the limits of what streaming can do. I didn't watch it, but apparently the quality was bad.

An expensive service that requires access to multiple paid channels, with ads, and is anchored to your home address? Thats just cable with extra steps. At least it's still view-on-demand.

But a big problem with these streaming services is that they need to pay the original creator a certain amount regularly. This has sparked an increase in content made by the streaming service itself. However, demand for new work has shrunk. Old classics draw more attention than new works and even modern titles try to reflect old hits, acting as sequels, prequels, or reinterpretations. I've got some theories on this phenomenon but we won't get into it now.

So, streaming services are still beholden to works belonging to others and must pay regular fees to survive. This means that anything you enjoy that isn't owned by the organization may be removed if it stops being profitable. Just yesterday I looked up The Joy of Painting on Netflix and it wasn't there anymore.

So you can only guarantee available, unedited media if you have a physical copy. Ergo, we got a DVD player. This led me to explore my old CDs and VHS tapes that I still have from the pre-streaming age.

I didn't remember how... masculine a lot of the media I consumed was. Not manly per se, just marketed toward a male audience. This includes:

The entire Seinfeld series (I saw a video of some People of Colour attempting to guess their friends favourite shows and movies. Since he was White, they guessed Seinfeld and Its Always Sunny in Philedelphia)

Taledega Nights (A mid-range move about racecars starring Will Ferral. It did spawn some iconic quotes)

Inception (I was encouraged to buy this because "I'm smart" but the actual content of the movie is pretty easily replicable because you just have to say "That was a dream" to explain anything")

I Pity The Fool (Made by Mr. T. It's a subversion of masculinity, done by someone perceived as macho who engages people in solving their problems by more introspective means. Still marketed to men)

The Rocky movies, one to five (Classic movies of resillience, about boxing. My brother has referenced it often)

The Godfather trilogy (controversial opinion, but only the first one was worth watching. In the recent Barbie movie, when they're trying to thwart the Kens by appealing to their male ego, they ask one of them to explain the Godfather trilogy)

Jaws (just stay out of the water please. The shark can't get you on land)

The Aristocats (Sole example of something I owned that was actively not marketed to a male audience)

Me and Lee-Anne were recently watching Call the Midwife and I said to her "If this were up to my college-aged self, we would probably have wound up watching some White male garbage" and she said "Well, now you have me, so you get to watch some White female garbage"

Goblincore

Recently on Reddit, my algorhithm has started suggesting posts from a place called /r/goblincore. At a glance, it appeared to be a place celebrating the less conventionally attractive aspects of nature. Lots of mushrooms, moss, snails, frogs, rats etc. I remember seeing an image of some roots tearing through concrete titled "I just love seeing nature destroy the works of man" and a piece of wood riddled with holes eaten through by insects. Lots of fashion with murky greens and browns, plenty of trinkets, things with spikes and jags, animal bones. 

I asked Lee-Anne if she'd heard of the concept but she hadn't. Most of my coworkers had. My mother and brother both said they were aware of it. Overall, I was slow to pick up on Goblincore. Makes sense, since my social group is mainly women, and most phrases that end in "core" are a form of aesthetic. Generally those attract primarily female audiences.

Wikipedia says that it's a type of "Maximalism" and that thrift shopping is a big part of it. It appears to have grown in recognition after Spotify was maybe a little liberal in its definition as a music genre.

Here is an example of Goblincore music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIyl9bCp6W4

"Come with me to the borogroves. Come with me and the slithy toves

Come come come along now,

Come with me to a place that is safe from,

Greed, anger, and boredom"

Those are maybe my three least favourite things!

I became intrigued with the community when I saw a post from someone saying that her boyfriend had told her that they'd gotten the concept all wrong. In The Lord of the Rings and Dungeons and Dragons, Goblins were malevolent, violent creatures influenced by dark magic. Even before Tolkien's works, in ancient tales they were a type of dark fairy. Not some mischievious group of people that love nature.

A lot of people chimed in to say that her boyfriend and his fellow "Tolkienists" were misguided. In The Lord of the Rings, Goblins were driven to evil from being marginalized, and in modern Dungeons and Dragons, rarely are any of the "Goblinoid" races considered wholly irredeemable.

This is a perspective that I've held for a long time. As a child, I was always deeply uncomfortable with the idea of an "all evil race". There is a small mention in Return of the King, where Sam overhears two Orcs discussing their plans for when the war ends, and they wanted to set up a farm together. It's brief, but I really clung to it because they simply couldn't all be bad.

I've recently read The Silmarillion, basically a history of that world. The Orcs were originally Elves that were convinced by Melkor, a powerful and manipulative deity, to stay behind and work for him in Middle Earth instead of joining the Maya over the sea. They were then twisted by dark forces into the Orc race, known sometimes as Goblins.

So I've got issues with the Orcs being considered evil based on the fact they were manipulated and then tortured. Then it doesn't seem fair that all their descendants would be held accountable for their ancestors' actions. Mostly, The Silmarillion is about inherited sin.

I hadn't seen my perspective taken up by anyone until this thread in /r/goblincore.

As I was further exposed to the subreddit, I began to see comments like "At this point, if I see someone here saying that they're neurotypical, I'm like 'how did you find this place?'"

A while back, I made a post on an AI system called "Goblin Tools", marketed toward people that were capable of living on their own, but still struggled with day to day tasks. Many of the phrases used in the marketing for this resource resembled language I'd heard in neurodivergent communities. This included a pepper scale to determine how "spicy" a thought might be, and the simple premise of being a tool for its user base, the "Goblins".

I hadn't noticed it before, but on reflection, a shockingly large number of neurodivergent people that I've known have, in various ways, compared themselves to Goblins. For being born born wrong, for not being able to live up to social norms, for being wild, chaotic, and natural. For being beautiful in an unconventional way.

Since, as I mentioned, most communities attached to the suffix "core" are majority female, I might guess that the people who align with Goblincore are mostly part of the onrush of adults diagnosed with ADHD and autism. This is because until recently, testing largely disregarded many of the more female-specific expressions of neurodivergence.

That would explain why such a large portion of my social group is familiar with Goblincore.

Thundersnow Part Two

In recent posts, I mentioned the absurd amounts of snow that we had at the tail end of winter. I showed pictures of buried benches and fire hydrants. Kitchener needed to send truck loads of snow out of the city just to get by, and there were still areas where paths were tamped down over large drifts, that we had to scale in order to access regular areas.

All of that melted away, almost overnight. Suddenly, the world was transformed into a normal, temperate Spring atmosphere.

Then, on April 2nd we left for Brampton so that Lee-Anne would be better positioned to go to Toronto for her surgery the next day. That evening it was snowing fiercely.

Here's a pic of our communal Neuron scooters. They had just been put out for April. You know, because it's Spring.

There was also consistent thundersnow. I had experienced this phenomenon for the first time a few years back, and blogged about it. The fact that we're having it again in a comparably short amount of time gives me pangs of climate anxiety, although I still don't really understand what causes it.

The weather matched the condition of our hearts. Namely, chaotic and unwanted.

In honour of the scenery, I chose to bring a book titled The Weather Detective with me for the trip. It's written by the same guy who did The Hidden Life of Trees, which I read last year when Lee-Anne was in the hospital for her intracranial observation. I guess it's a tradition that every time she goes in, I read a Peter Wohlleben book. So even though I love his stuff, let's hope I never have cause to read another of his works. I do have two more of his books on my shelf though, let's hope that isn't a premonition.

When she was in hospital, I returned to the park where we had our engagement photos and took pictures of some of the backdrops. Obviously I was limited by lack of skill, professional camera, and time of year. Here they are, with the professional versions for contrast.

The day before, Brampton had been accosted by thundersnow to nearly the same degree as Kitchener. As you can see, it left as soon as it came.

I also decided to do a one-card-draw from my Tarot deck for any potential insight into how things were going. I got the Judgement card. Not going to lie, that isn't one that you hope to see if you're looking to be comforted. It represents the end of a significant journey. It indicates reflection, and receiving the deserved results of how one's conducted themselves, whether that be good or bad.

Pretty ominous, but it doesn't specify that the judgment has to be bad. And it was in the upright position, which could mean a more positive outcome.

Now we're back in Kitchener and Lee-Anne is feeling okay. I've taken the day off to spend it with her, which is how I'm posting at this time. Hopefully the card meant reaching a positive outcome sooner than expected.