When you forget the middle ingredient
Busily flipping through the channels, I recognized The Voice. For those of us that listen to CBC in the car, there is only one man that merits the moniker… Stuart McLean. Funny, I’ve gone all these years without sync between the face and the voice. After all, the Vinyl Café is all about the tales, not the winks and nods.
Season being what it is, he was trying to present the story of a pageant, with a compare and contrast between his then and now. Except for the llama, it would have been better with the video missing… hard to beat a llama for the visual content. And when it was all over, I was left wanting more.
Also had a chance to test my lingua franca, what with the telecast of midnight (Roma time) Mass from the largest church in Christendom. I have this image of the Complexe G, tucked in beneath the dome. No jokes here; everyone (a cast of thousands) on task, complete with Holy Smoke. Pity my kids weren’t here to watch.
We’re giving space in our inn to a familiar pooch. She is in a particular time of the year, so we’re keeping the front door closed. No more room, etc. Soon be time to thaw out the goodies for an after hours snack. Nanaimo Bars. And that’s as a starter, rather than as dessert. Told you this was a mixed up meal. I made lasagna, and in my distraction left the cottage cheese in the fridge. It makes a difference, but I’m not going to try and retrofit the stuff.
