Chez Gypsy II - Food Gypsy

Home Again, Home Again

Published On September 15, 2010 | By Gypsy | A Slice of Life, Life Balance

From the expanse of a 5,000 square foot country inn to the tight confines of a 600 square foot one bedroom apartment… there’s no place like home. Not surprisingly, one must manage one’s personal belongings very differently in these two spaces.

It was a very rapid move… that took five months. First there was the move – out.  A period of rest and much napping, some sun and the doing of lots of… absolutely nothing!

Followed by recreation and adventure; learning to leap, to float, to paddle, to breathe under the water.  And last but not least, a time to reconnect, to those you love who love you right back.

I know from past experience, this is how I re-create. It’s not my first rodeo. But this time, it’s a much BIGGER thing I’m creating. MY WHOLE LIFE. Did a little life shopping… I may do more. Changed… EVERYTHING.

Location. Vocation. Relation.

There is nothing that remains… except what I choose to bring with me as I start… from scratch.

New city. Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. Never lived in Ontario before. First impression? It’s big. Flatter than I’m used to and highways seem to go in several directions at the same juncture. North, East and… West. This may be a trick.  What a lovely drive that was halfway to Montreal!

Gypsy confession: been extraordinarily hard on myself as I’ve been “off my blog” and off my game.  Stalled creatively, unable to settle – or so I thought until I looked around and saw the wonderful space I’ve created and I realize that I’ve been very, very creative indeed.

From boxed chaos to complete pandemonium it took some time to find the calm, serene quirkiness, the quite elegance, the sensual beauty and organized chaos… that became… “Chez Gypsy”.

Surrounded by my favourite things, it’s a very ‘storied’ atmosphere…

Rode a camel for two days to get that rug. The brass bells off that very camel live on the window sill.The   bronze Thai Buddha (lovingly called “Super Buddha” a tribute to his thighs and his cape) now comes with luggage, the worn, travelled steamer trunk, that doubles as a coffee table. A surprise acquisition in this move that just screamed “Gypsy” to me.

The kitchen is jammed to the rafters with tools and toys, so much so that there’s no room for food. Italian plates, Chinese tea pots, Japanese noodle bowls, a vase that holds chopsticks. The kitchen Aid mixer that I call “Gorgeous” the new Espresso maker, dubbed “Bruce”, fawned over every morning.

The beautiful salad bowl dragged back from Belize, another beautiful salad bowl now making its way back from Honduras to join it. Mexican pottery in the corner. The cake stand on the top shelf, liberated from my mother’s kitchen. Cards and notes from friends on the fridge, along with a beloved (and belated) ‘un-birthday’ present from this year’s ‘un-birthday’.

And my bike, tucked under the counter.


It’s a mishmash of everything personal and wonderful.  A place to work and play.   A place to rest and re-create. Filled it to the brim with love.  In these walls I feel completely safe and decidedly brave.  I feel the desire to COOK again, to feed and nurture. In it there is a kind of ‘magic’.

You’ll be seeing much more of this kitchen.  Get ready to RUMBLE!

So here’s to life, to joyful new beginnings.  To letting all the good stuff in.

Welcome to home Gypsy.

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About The Author

"Gypsy" is not my real name." A freelance food & travel writer & photographer based in Aylmer, Quebec. Corinna Horton trained at Le Cordon Bleu, spent five years as the owner of Nova Scotia's Dragonfly Inn, and is currently between big, shiny kitchens as she focuses on family and what's next in this delicious life.

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