BROCKVILLE Mary McHugh of Brockville shares her favourite recipes with CTV News at Noon s Leanne Cusack. Mary’s Nova Scotia Salmon Pie This is a wonderful recipe for seafood lovers. I found the recipe in 1972 on a Carnation Milk $0.15 cents off coupon! If you are not an avid pastry maker, you can use pre-made pastries for the shell and lattice work. But I always make my own pastry – the only difference from standard pastry recipes is that I make mine with 2 eggs and 1 tbsp. white vinegar. And don’t handle too much! Filling: 3 cups (I use 4) drained, flaked Clover Leaf Pink Salmon (Note: it is available skinless and boneless – less work!)
BROCKVILLE As COVID-19 vaccinations start to rollout to the general public, people are anxious to receive their shots and get back a sense of normalcy. CTV News Ottawa received an exclusive, behind-the-scenes look at the vaccination process, following 96-year-old Brockville resident Mary McHugh on Thursday. McHugh received the vaccine on the one-year anniversary of the start of the COVID-19 pandemic. I m very happy to be going (Thursday night) to get my needle. I m not a lover of needles but I ll take it, McHugh said from her home in Brockville s north end. While the isolation and lockdowns have been tough, she says she s ready to get back to her active social life.
I hadn t even been aware of it till the phone rang and I winced at the thought of having to raise the energy to talk to someone. I’d hazard a guess it’s not just me. This feeling of retreating inward and away from even our closest friends seems to be a universal one.
I message forward and back with friends on WhatsApp and engage in social media but the real ‘social’ stuff – actually having a conversation with a real friend – is leaving me stumped.
When the day’s work and homeschooling is done, I can’t muster the energy to phone a friend. The chats we’d have over coffee or a walk are distant memories. In their place, a silence I can’t fathom, or raise the energy to bridge.
Did we ever imagine we could miss the commute? Being rammed onto a bus seat in a stuffy top deck or spending an hour getting intimate with a stranger’s armpit aren’t likely candidates for nostalgia.