I really did not see the rotten peach in the basket. Or plastic see-through box, for that matter. The sal display was right inside the door, and as the first item in my cart, things disappeared from view, quickly. Shopping is a sprint sport…
posted in food | Comments Off on Blinded by the blight | 266 words
It uncanny! Yesterday, I mentioned my pool as a test basin for a certain red kayak. Today, the boat looks to be sporting a sold sign. I wonder if I can do that, again?
posted in food | Comments Off on Authentic flavour | 267 words
Better a dry tent than something else. One of our family camping rules. The option of packing after a heavy dew did not beat the other option. Under a bright summer sky, with a stiff onshore breeze, we broke camp and bid farewell to the folk of summer.
posted in food, travel | Comments Off on Cram the crevices and comfort the dog | 293 words
Summer supper. Steak and salad. My decision: to avoid barbecuing, for as long as possible. Some of you swear by the method; I swear at it. Let’s look at the specifics.
posted in food | Comments Off on My dreaded barbecue | 308 words
Trying hard to cover my disappointment. I won’t be receiving a brick from the Great Wall. Something about overweight baggage and insistent customs officials. Oh well! On to the next big idea.
posted in food, politics | Comments Off on Frat pranks for politicians | 251 words
In this town, what qualifies as a big news story has to taken in context. Today, we learned (over and over again) that a local hockey coach is graduating to the pros. As a coach; he had already spent years as a player. What goes around, etc. I have no idea if anything else happened. Tomorrow, I’ll catch up.
posted in food | Comments Off on Dangerous food preparation | 284 words
Today, I learned a little about bitterness. Not enough to change my view of mankind, though. And the measure is quantifiable. Science. All because of a holiday.
posted in food | Comments Off on Basics in zymurgy | 256 words
Used to be, I wondered why a 24-hour grocery store would be a good idea. Never had an urge to stock up on canned goods at 3 a.m.; by extension, neither did anyone else. And then, this morning, unable to provide coffee to others due to a shortage of dairy products (cheese doesn’t count as a substitute), I found myself sitting in the parking lot, in a howling rainstorm, waiting for the doors to open (under their own power, given the winds). Too early by twenty minutes, and too stubborn to go to another store. At least I had radio, although CBC early is still CBC.
posted in food, pets | Comments Off on Awaiting a retail solution | 270 words
My bus ride did the retrograde motion thing, again today. I called client service, and while on the phone, the bus looped back around and by. Bye. No chance of making a connection, and no sense waiting on hold. You do enough waiting in the pubic transit orbit. By the time my next bus came along, I was back to being zen. That might have been due to the 29.8C temperature.
posted in environment, food | Comments Off on Mustard kick | 261 words
Family dining, in our neighbourhood, is evolving. This evening, our weeks and weeks of waiting were over. Finally. A chance to get our fill of the uncle, grandpa, mama, insufferable teen… a new A&W, within easy driving distance. The Quiznos monopoly (on that stretch of ring road) has ended. Pictures on the wall, of long, long ago. Huge (huge!! mugs of root beer. And in a nod to change, the cutest little fryer baskets, made of metal, to hold the onion rings. All the other fast-foodies are condemned to playing catch-up with their ketchup.
posted in food, humour | Comments Off on Fast, new (or is it new, fast) food | 275 words
