Too many to consume
The local restaurant industry is at it again. A whole month devoted to the art of the hamburger. In my case, a test of the validity of cognitive dissonance. In my heart, I realize that I’m not going to range about the province, from tip to tip, trying to work my way through an average of three plates, every day (there are 85 entries, this time around). Kitchens that usually get rated on the excellence of their pan-fried haddock have joined the rush.
It doesn’t matter. I can’t afford the effort. Instead, I’ll lay about, imagining how much better my own burgers will be, once the BBQ returns to its rightful place (just outside, on the deck). Soon…
Meanwhile, I’ve watched all the episodes of the latest Hawco & gang effort: Caught. I even read the book, just because. Actually, not bad TV. Hard to rival the effort put into six seasons of Republic of Doyle, but a noble attempt. And with that behind me, I’m about to start binge watching all the other stuff I’ve ignored this year. Where to begin?
I miss the era of single-channel TV. Back then, you could (with some attention to the day of the week) end up completing a whole season of any particular program. Now, almost impossible. Too much drama/comedy/music for any one consumer. And as for books; I’d have to enter an abbey and forego daily prayer. Happened to catch the end of a CBC reading contest, and realized that I hadn’t read a single title from their short list. Another failed challenge.