Subcontracted meringue
What trumps a lemon meringue pie? Two of them, of course! The order came in, shortly before suppertime, to provide something in the dessert category. Just by chance, my packaged materials hinted at double the fun for not much more effort, and so here you have it. I subcontracted the meringue, given that I don’t have my operator’s permit for the new KitchenAid mixer (yet).
This is a hedge against the snow storm that is working its way north. Not supposed to reach this far, but just in case. Or as I see it, there’ll be pie eaten, whether or not we get buffeted.
Now, I didn’t see it, but a responsible observer reported the first robin of the season, just outside my front door. Mixing politely with the other seed mooches: juncos, finches, jays, chickadees, crows and a pair of persistent squirrels. Who knew that we’d get so much attention (and pleasure) from a couple of sacks of sunflower seeds? I hope that my neighbours don’t lay blame, when huge plants block out the sun, all over this end of the road.
Ottawa has hinted that a “carbon price” might be imposed, nationally. I don’t know what that means, but a lifetime of being on the receiving end of fiscal policy says that I’m about to get hit, literally and figuratively. Governments don’t understand the term “revenue neutral”; my bottom line is about to get hit. Mark my words, in carbon-based ink. Similarly, while this province dances around an increase in the HST (only 1%…), I understand that the dance is part of their song and stomp routine.
