The Outsider: Cheesecake on toast and a spot of culture
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | February 14, 2019|
They say ... you know, the oh so wise unnamed who also advise not to jump off of a bridge just because your buddy did it, yes that they: they say you only live once (obviously not Hindus then) and they say, ‘life is about taking chances, trying new things, having fun, making mistakes and learning from them’.
Well, I’ve been putting some of these theories to the test. Now, I didn’t jump off of a bridge but then again my buddy didn’t either and I am still on my first life, I think, so I can’t comment on that but the taking chances, trying new things ... how about art galleries in ice huts? Sounds new and fun, eh. And, toast with Cheez Whiz and strawberry jam on it? If that ain’t taking a chance ...
So, the art galleries, they were at the Bonnie View Inn. Three of the best dressed ice huts one has ever seen. Shiny, aluminum-clad huts with sliding, wooden barn doors and see through roofs, set out on Lake Kashagawigamog (my most favourite lake name ever) and inside, paintings by wonderfully talented artists of national and international repute. I was all over it. My lovely wife, Little Z and I skated and skidded out across the frozen lake between each hut and took in the art. Inside the first ice hut were pictures of ice huts. Stylized renditions of multi-coloured huts set in abstract unrecognizable landscapes, and then a sculpture of tiny ice huts, each with paintings of ice huts in them. Cool, eh, in every sense of the word. In the next, paintings as bleak and bluey white as the ice outside; their minimal icy hues hiding the faintest hint of a world beyond, beneath, as if trapped under ice. And then the third, contrasting works, one with ice huts on a frozen lake, the other a summertime scene with boat and blooming floral world, so warming, so different from our current wintry state. There was a fourth hut, too, smaller than the rest and a little further out on the lake but still shiny. In that, a fisherman who was rather bemused at all the visitors who camea-calling. These mini art venues were fabulous. Ice Cube Gallery, to give the event its official name, was something new, exciting and fun, most definitely. At points last week, its organizer may have thought it a mistake, especially when one of his huts was punted down the lake by a rogue fishing hut being blown about by the gale force winds. However, both huts were rescued and the event was a smash hit with more than 400 folks visiting on the first day.
Now, toast with Cheez Whiz and strawberry jam on it. Peanut butter and jam I’ve tried but Cheez Whiz, come on. This is what a colleague of mine says was a favourite of his as a child. He claimed it tasted like a cheesecake. So ... did I try it? Do I jump off of bridges? Was my buddy jumping off bridges? No way. Have fun, try new things and learn from them but I’m not that stupid, not making that mistake. I ain’t eating Cheez Whiz on toast, at least not until I see my colleague do it first.
WILL JONES - is The Outsider