Corrie Street Sept. 29/13

Sunita Redeemed

Miss a few episodes and all hell breaks loose! We returned to two weeks of Corrie Hayley-homerecorded so feasted on two or three episodes a night to get caught up. Hayley and Roy’s story has been painfully wonderful and wonderfully painful. Nice to see Ozzy the dog have a star turn in Audrey’s story of being a houseguest, a welcome one for Ozzy and Liam, not so much for Maria and Marcus. Ozzy also came to Max’s birthday party. It seemed to me the fastest way to get Max out of his sulks would have been to take Ozzy upstairs to him.

Downfall of Karl

has-karl-got-to-do-with-itThe scene for me, from this week, was Dev and Jason deciding which of them would confront Karl. The big story of the week, of course, was the downfall of Karl.

The long scene where Craig tells his story was brilliantly done. From having-a-cigthe first part where Beth literally hauls Craig to Dev’s shop through to her realization that the situation is much more serious than him stealing sweets or Dev maligning her child and then to Beth and Dev listening with horror as Craig tells all.

When Jason comes in and Dev says “we’ve got him”, both are quietly pleased that they were vindicated in their suspicions. Jason wants to head to the registry office and save Sunita was mother-of-my-childrenStella – he was involved with her, he tells Dev. Dev quietly trumps that card, “and Sunita was the mother of my children”. Both men showed the strength of their dignity and sorrow in this scene, with neither flailing about nor shouting.

Stella needs rescue

stella pounds on doorEventually, both do ride to Stella’s rescue. And she needs it. One of those police officers ought to suggest a refresher course to her on how to get out of your own premises in a hurry. During the fire, she was unable to open the upstairs window either by unlocking and lifting it or by breaking it. This time, trying to get out the front door, she pounded at the glass right beside the lock. A quick turn of that knob and she’d have been outside.

Somehow the finale of the story was unsatisfying. I don’t know exactly why or how. That Dev, regaining consciousness after the blow to his head, sent a text to Jason – even signing it – seemed odd. Wouldn’t a 999 call be more likely? And we didn’t see Craig again after the detective took him in to give his karl-saves-craigstatement. It really was Craig’s story. And presumably it was what he said that caused the police to arrive at the pub.

Even a moment in the interview room with the detective realizing his story was credible would have been enough. It also was Karl’s story. Perhaps another moment in the cellar when he realizes he has no choice but to give himself up would have explained to us why exactly he chose to come outside.

karl-and-stellaI am sorry to lose Karl. He played a wonderful villain. But he would have been an excellent long-term layabout in the tradition of Stan Ogden and Jack Duckworth. We have had a lot of villains in recent years and not so many of the classic Corrie idlers. I think Karl could have become one of the greats.

Karl Cam

karl camMy favourite camera shots ever were at the end of last week: first Karl then Gloria* looming into the faces of the two unlikeliest school “bullies” in the world. I was delighted that Corrie Canuck made a “Karl cam”.

*For reasons unknown to me, CBC’s online episode cut the final moment that had Gloria frightening the children.  What, another programme is going to start?

$40 Beets

Several years ago, my husband grew beets and decided to pickle and can them. He had jar-lids-photo-Dorothy-Stewartwatched me bottle relish and tomatoes and thought ‘I can do that.’ So he set to it. He made one canner full, eight pint jars. Then he printed labels for the jars: $40 Beets. He explained he’d calculated that, at shop labour rates, that is what each jar cost him in time spent. Thus ended his canning career.

Garden melons-with-cat-photo-D-StewartBut this year he moved on, with a new garden, to freezing. We even bought a new freezer to hold the abundance of produce we have (insert ironic smiley-face here). Bok choy and zucchini have done splendidly. There are melons of all types growing larger each day. Four kinds of beans and three kinds of peas, all thriving and delicious. And corn – truly the most wonderful tasting corn ever.

The only person I’ve ever known who grew corn in a small garden was my grandfather.  Garden corn-photo-Dorothy-StewartBut I was too little to remember the taste of it, if I ever ate any. It takes a lot of room, considering you get only two ears per stalk. I had thought it was a bit odd to grow it, maybe even that we were revisiting the $40 beets experiment. In season, it’s easy enough to buy corn fresh from farmers’ markets. But it doesn’t taste as good as ours. I learned, taking those ears straight from the stalk to the cooking pot, that they justify any amount of space taken up.

Assessing the harvest

No matter how delicious it is, a person can only eat so much corn. So he is freezing it, following Corn-blanching-photo-D-Stewartsuggestions found online. After preparing several cobs for blanching, he read that the best way to freeze corn straight out of the field is in the husk. If it was picked longer before than that, like that you get from a store, it should be husked and blanched before freezing. We will try both ways.*

We’ve had little luck with the pepper plants, tomatoes and spinach. Too much rain this spring caused a delay in planting the garden. Garden plowing-photo-Dorothy-StewartLettuce is only now starting to look leafy. They may be vegetables not suited to the Maritimes or our soil is not right for them.

The garden was plowed then rototilled in what had been field, so the soil was clods of dense earth. Topsoil had to be added. With the rain, it was a very mucky mess for a long time. But then the seedlings (started from seed in the house under grow lights) gained strength in Garden beans-peas-Dorothy-Stewarttheir little stalks. Along with the weeds, they flourished.

Now we are reaping the harvest. The chickens love the corn and cobs. Zucchini and beans get a ‘meh’ from them. I’m hoping that when – if – the lettuce comes in that they will like it.

Because, still, the biggest thrill for them is the mixed salad greens that chickens-photo-Dorothy-Stewartcome in plastic containers from the supermarket. Within seconds, they completely devour them and look expectantly for more. I’m sure there is an object lesson for us somewhere in that. Keeping chickens might be part of a 100 mile diet. But ours didn’t get the memo when it comes to their own diet!

* Neither way worked. This year we grew corn again, but less, and cut the kernels off the cob after a couple minutes of blanching. They taste just fine. There is a round tool you can use (see link below) or just use a large, sharp knife – carefully. The frozen corn on the cob went to the chickens.

Corrie Street Sept 8/13


love-a-bit-of-SuBo(Cue organ music) Will David confess his wrongdoings to Leanne? Will Nick remember anything when he comes out of the coma? Will he or David be Kylie’s baby daddy? Will Craig and his backpack full of guilt derail Karl and Stella’s wedding? Will Chesney find happiness again with Katy? And, most importantly, will Sally win in the backyard barbeque war? We were left in limbo at the week’s end.

A lot of stories coming to a culmination or homemoving on to their next phase. The welcome return of rovers Hayley and Roy means that Hayley’s story will sadly move forward. No one scene jumped out at me this week, so I will just make a few observations on some of these stories.

Ches and Katy and Sinead

Ches began regretting his decision to get they-for-katy-are-theyback with Katy almost as soon as he’d made it. Or maybe it’s just my wishful thinking reading that into his expression at the café when Fiz asked him about it. Oh Ches, Katy is a looker all right and she’s the mother of your child. But she will leave you in a nanosecond as soon as another Mr. Studly crosses her path. And if she doesn’t, can you really imagine the tedium of her company for years ahead? Sinead is also a looker, albeit in a more subtle way than Katy. And, bonus, she has a brain and some gumption.

Evil David

david-and-leanneDavid’s mixture of regret, guilt and covering his tracks has been interesting to watch. He may truly be worried about losing his brother. But his Evil David glances every so often suggest that he’s hoping that somehow his actions will never come to light, even if it means that Nick never regains consciousness or at minimum his memory.

Unfortunately for him, Tina has figured out of the whole nasty story (plus imagining even more) and is making him confess. I’m sure his lizard brain is working on how he can survive this.

BBQ Wars

Sally-preparing-Rita-drinking But, best of all, the Garden Party cum barbeque. It’s wonderful and cringe-worthy seeing Sally back in full grande dame mode. Rita did the right thing at the party I think: immediately start drinking herself legless.

Beth’s expression as Sally set out the tiered cake dishes with canapés was absolutely priceless. With just one look, she showed that she had never seen such foreign objects before ever in her life, and hoped to never see them again.

I am sorry that Mary decided to grace neither barbeque with her presence. To show two-barbeques-todaysolidarity with Norris, who had been not been invited, she declined her invitations to both. But the soirées are not over; she may yet appear. One can only hope.

Alas, I will miss much of the next two weeks, so I will not be posting here for the next two Sundays. See you September 29th.

Corrie Street Sept 1/13

The Go-To Guy

one-lousy-fagIf ever an argument was made for the value of civics education in schools, it was Craig’s face as Karl told him what would happen if he confessed to throwing a still-lit cigarette butt away. That butt, Craig believes, started the fire that burned down the Rovers and killed two people. Murder, Karl told him, means years in juvenile detention, then transferal to an adult prison for 30, 40 years, heartbreak for his mother, and suicide as the only way out.

go to guy Karl did-you-wake-up-that-dayWhen Craig first told Karl the secret that was bothering him, Karl told him the truth, mostly. The butt didn’t start the fire. Sunita did according to the police, so it was not Craig’s fault. Still, Craig wanted to confess. He started the fire, he said over and over, he murdered those women. If you didn’t plan it beforehand, Karl said, it’s an accident so don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. Call me anytime.

Despite Karl’s assurances, Craig feels so guilty he wants to tell the police and let them decide whether or not driving-me-crazyhe is a criminal. Karl has trouble keeping up his best friend and go-to guy façade in the face of Craig’s determination to make a clean breast of it. If it were only Craig carelessly disposing of a butt, Karl likely wouldn’t care. The problem is that Craig saw Karl leaving the back door of the Rovers and locking up behind him at the time when he supposedly was in the Bistro doing the Full Monty.


am-a-nobodyAs Thursday’s scene in Karl’s car progressed, I wondered how he was going to convince Craig to keep schtum. Neither reassurances nor allusions to the rigours of ‘boy-prison’ were working. What will Karl tell him next? Will he tell him that he will hang for the crime? Craig may well not know the difference.

And yes! Karl leaned in closer and best-way-you-can-face-upsaid you’re right, it was your fault, you are a murderer. And he began piling on the list of punishment ahead of Craig. He painted a vivid picture.

It was horrible to watch that poor gormless boy be scared witless. It was also laugh-out-loud funny. Karl does the friendly/scary looming thing very well. He honestly doesn’t want to hurt anyone. But if backed in a corner, well, not a lot of choice.

Excuses for Stella

carry-your-secretKarl is having to dream up excuses for Stella while dealing with a child carrying a load of guilt. That guilt could be Karl’s own undoing, something he can’t explain to Stella as he goes AWOL from Rovers work and wedding preparation events. He is ready to pop from the pressure.

It is, my husband reminded me, similar to John Stape coming unglued as one after another coincidence occurred to foil what seemed like a perfect plan to cover up lies and deaths – good-ladall because he just wanted to teach. Karl thought he had successfully got away with murder and now a young boy unknowingly threatens to topple his whole happily-ever-after. The go-to guy has to get up and take action.

(Here is my take on my favourite John Stape moment.)