As you know, I love me these short ones! Twelve! Good golly, Miss Sammi!
Salty and sweet
a lovely treat
Sweet and spicy
Cannot be beat!
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I have been sporadic at best in this blogging biz. It’s that whole trying to find balance thing and I’ve been having a bit of trouble getting it all in, so to speak. Hell, it’s taken me three days to actually get this going!!
Today is Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day in Québec, so I am off work (yay!). There was a time when I celebrated this day with friends and family but I guess those days are gone. Anyway, it’s hotter than Satan’s Armpit out there and I am sans pool (still). I’ve been waiting for a new liner since May. Long story, short… if all goes well, I’ll be swimming by June 30. Doesn’t help on a day like today where the temps are at a lovely 33°C (91°F) with a humidex that makes it feel like 44°C (111°F). Thank Bob for A/C, is all I can say!
So I am inside, listening to good Québécois music that brings me back to my days in high school. On this day I am always pulled towards my French Québécoise roots. Harmonium, Beau Dommage, Plume, Robert Charlebois, Offenbach, Paul Piché and many other wonderful singers from Québec are my soundrack today. This following piece of music, no lyrics, is just so beautiful and should not disturb you as you keep reading, if you were so inclined. And I just found out one of the founders of the group, Serge Fiori, died today. Very à propos dans he die on this holiday, being a voice for a québécois generation, but way too young at 73… 😦
So, anyway…. back to why I’ve been only half-assed blogging and falling way behind on all your wonderful posts… And it’s taking me forever to write this as I get up and dance and sing along to some tunes before coming back to my computer.
I want to read more – books that is – so that means reading less blogs. Then I feel guilty. Which I know is silly because bloggers are not sitting by their computer waiting for my comment. Still. As you know, I like to be a good blogger, meaning I don’t write and run nor do I read and run. I overwhelm my own damn self in the process. Ridiculous, I know.
And, I AM reading more. I am rather pleased with myself thus far. I have read (and listened) to 19 out of the 30 books I am aiming for. I’m five books ahead of schedule! Woot!
Right now, I am delighting/torturing myself reading the most delicious A Thousand Feasts by Nigel Slater. Not only can the man cook and take beautiful photos (I follow him on Instagram) but his writing skills are wonderful and evocative. This one I read at lunchtime and/or, when I decide to sit, at home. I am listening to The Dutch House by Ann Patchett, wonderfully narrated by Tom Hanks (so glad it’s not Ann reading because she can be rather monotone, as I learned with These Precious Days) during my walks, mostly on my lunchtime walks. On my Kindle, so before bed, I am reading The Boys of Summer by Roger Kahn because B waxed poetic about his writing. He is not wrong. Considering I feel pretty neutral about baseball, I am pleasantly surprised with reading about it and about the sports journalism business. Almost as good as baseball movies, which I bizarrely love. As well, I have The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien that I am (re)reading with Sammi and friends. We already read all three Lord of the Rings books and why not? One chapter per week and then we discuss them. Fun stuff.
In April, I went with a couple colleagues, to Toronto and then the Muskoka region in Ontario. We have an extension programme for Viking ships and had to go check out the suppliers and venues (how sad 😉 ). What a gorgeous area! Lake Muskoka was still partially frozen in many spots. I loved our visit with Sainte-Marie-Among-the-Hurons and picked up a puzzle. Erm… Rog, you don’t DO puzzles! Well, maybe I should start! So, yes, this is also how I spend some of my time. Emptying my mind of all the stuff and piecing the puzzle together. Just one-fifth left to do.
I planted my garden. Got me some raised beds – so there Mrs. and son Groundhog! Course, they ate all my shoots because I had left them on the deck for a day… Anyhoo. Planted in the four nice tall bins plus some pots on stools only to find that now the squirrels? I’m guessing… are not too shy either! Sonova…
What else? Oh, I have managed to start running/walking again. Going quite gently and so far so good. Have to get up stupid early with these temps, though: 5:30 in the a.m.! I’ve also started a mobility programme and it’s quite different from other exercise programmes I have tried before. This one really focuses on the joints and a mix of flexibility, strength and overall mobility – hense the name. I am liking it so far. Plus, there are no promises of a “flat belly in six weeks”! It’s an overall wellness programme that I can get down with. Because I just want to feel like I can keep going well into my eighties! Plus, whenever I can, I walk during my lunch hour – even went on Monday when it was stupid-hot! Here’s a few pics of the many, MANY I take 🙂
I have also been baking (every couple of weeks) as well as cooking myself some delicious meals. I signed up for “Odd Bunch” – they deliver a box once per week and I love the surprise of discovering what’s inside. These veggies can be odd-sized and rejected by stores for it but honestly, after two deliveries? I cannot see what’s wrong with any item!
I’ve kept you long enough 🙂 By the end of writing this, the following song came on and I felt a sort of melancholy. All in all… a decent day.
Translation (by Deepl because I was too lazy to do the whole thing myself!)
I should be in bed sleeping but I just watched the Canadiens lose their chance at the Stanley Cup and am feeling a tad charged from the emotions… So, why not play before I hit? Rochelle has chosen a lovely photo from our buddy Ted Strutz’ friend Ken and well, I knew exactly where to go with it! Play along by clicking on the frog below and adding your link. If you are not sure about the how to, click on Ken’s photo and zip on over to Rochelle’s for the Rules and regs. Fun stuff.
“Do I have to order off the kids’ menu?”
“No. Why have crappy mac ‘n cheese when you can have filet mignon?”
“Or rack of lamb.”
“Or rack of lamb,” Tracy smiled. She always got a kick out of waiters’ faces when they took down her seven-year-old foodie daughter’s choices. Disbelieving, they always looked at her for confirmation.
“Have you decided on dessert?”
“Molten lava cake! Will it have lava and fire coming out?”
“No, but if you want fire, I think you should order the Baked Alaska.”
“Really?”
It was the waiters turn to smile, “Really!”
“No way….”
“Way…”
Dear Mick,
I’m sitting here, on this anniversary of your death, thinking of the quote I read not too long ago:
The hole never fills, but new life will grow around it.
Isn’t this a beautiful way to put it? Lisa just shared your picture with this note: I can’t believe that 10 years have passed already. Missing you
You are far from forgotten, all these years later.
So what happened between December 21, 2019 and today? Holy shit! Hang on to your hat because 2020 and 2021 brought on so. much. stuff.
After the last Christmas party worked at the golf club (December 8), I got so sick and wasn’t able to work the last two on the 13th and 14th (actually was still sick when I wrote the five-year letter). Looking back, I think I actually had caught this virus, as taken from the World Health Organisation site:
On 30 January 2020 COVID-19 was declared a Public Health Emergency of International Concern (PHEIC) with an official death toll of 171. By 31 December 2020, this figure stood at 1 813 188. Yet preliminary estimates suggest the total number of global deaths attributable to the COVID-19 pandemic in 2020 is at least 3 million, representing 1.2 million more deaths than officially reported.
(By the end of 2021 – this number rose to 14.9 million.)
However, we were not prohibited from going on our planned cruise, and we had a grand time. I bunked with Mom, and Patrice came with us and hung out our kids’ room. Tracy and her gang and Lisa, Chris and Jay and Tasha. A crazy good time was had by us all.
We got back home and all hell broke loose on Friday, March 13th. Everything closed down. The world was in lock-down. This new virus COVID had spread everywhere and wreaked havoc. You would have gone nuts! Pretty much every country instituted curfews and you could only go out after 9:00 pm if you had a dog to walk. Any time we did go out to the necessary stores (like the SAQ) we had to be masked and stand six feet apart. When Costco opened, the lineup went all around the store to the back. Insane. We thought it would never end. Empty streets and rainbows in windows with the message “Ça va bien aller”. Weeks turned into months turned into years!
People went nuts and stocked up on toilet paper and various other products, leaving others scrambling to find some. Crazy people tried to make a buck selling stuff from their garages. Did not go well for those caught. So many people got into baking that stores ran out of yeast. Even I tried baking, once I found some. By my birthday, we were still not allowed to hold gatherings inside homes (outside, we were limited to varying numbers depending on the numbers of deaths reported) so Iain made me a fabulous beef Wellington.
On May 16, 2020, your mother succumbed to this virus. Even though she was in a protected environment at Lev Tov, and no one was allowed to visit, it was impossible to keep it out. Though she was no longer recognised us, I still felt awful that she died alone. So many people I know lost a parent during this time.
Companies had to scramble to make their business run from their employees’ homes. Restaurants were closed completely, except for those able to supply take-out meals; those who didn’t, did not survive. Hockey was played in empty arenas. Can you imagine? With no fans in the stands, you could hear the players yelling at each other! Golf clubs opened, being an outside sport, so when a friend put out a request for staff for the snack bar (making hot dogs and sandwiches), I answered. I worked Saturdays and Sundays from 7 am to 7 pm, eventually adding a third day. As I was alone in the little place and there was a plastic between me and the customers, I didn’t have to mask up.
Schools were closed and so many kids missed out on their graduations (Ariane missed hers.) I cannot tell you how glad I was to not have kids of school-age because they had to follow along online – a nightmare for teachers and parents, alike. Schooling through Zoom. Working through Zoom.
In July, you basically saved Sébastien’s life. He started complaining of pains and sounding “just like you”, as per Tracy, so she brought him to the Montreal Cardiology Institute and a few days later, he had triple bypass surgery. Thankfully, the blockage he had was found when it was and now he’s back up to snuff.
On August 15, 2020, Iain texted me at the golf club: Pat’s dead. Wait. What? He had gone camping with his aunt, uncle and cousin with his girlfriend. He dove off this high cliff that is a popular spot, surfaced and sunk – but no one realised right away. They only found his body the next morning. Just awful. Such a vibrant young man of 22. It was the saddest funeral I have ever attended which was during a tiny window where they were able to actually hold a funeral (everyone masked, of course). To watch Iain and his friends carry in that coffin into the chapel to Tupac’s song “Life Goes On” was just a killer. Jules and Marilyn are still struggling with this, four years later. Iain and three others all had tattoos done in his honour.
The borders were closed for months and months and months but then there was a loophole where we could fly into the States so in October, I hopped on a plane and made my way to Philly to visit my beau Marc. (Sorry for not mentioning him sooner. We met in 2018, (met twice), didn’t even get together in 2019 and then the pandammit hit and… shit. Plus, it took us a good while before we made things “official” 🙂 )
I got a job at MegaGroup in Boucherville, starting in October (was there for 1.5 years). We still had to mask up and it was half-staff on alternate days. Just before Christmas, all offices had to be closed again for a month or so, and we started working from home (kinda difficult when you’re receptionist) but I still had to go to the office and get mail, send out stuff, etc.
Of course, Christmas was a subdued affair. We had supper with Mom and Yvon – where Iain again made his Wellington. The Kiakases and Provenchers celebrated in their homes. Zoom became the buzz word and that’s how you had family get-togethers. One could never have imagined this until it happened.
2021 will be better, right? Wrong. Covid was still front and centre and we sort of got used to having to wear masks in public (even if it drove us nuts).
Our dear Yvon died on March 19th. He had been up and down for a few months prior and it just so happens we had managed to visit him (the kids and I) on his last day. It was a shock when my mother called me a half hour later to say he was gone. A month later, Samanta’s dad, Jean-Pierre, died on April 16. We ended up having a double funeral way later in August. As it was an outdoor gathering, there wasn’t too much hoopla to worry about.
And then in May, I had to make the hard decision. Zeke was having more and more trouble walking. We couldn’t even go around the block anymore. He never complained, and was always enthusiastic but his back leg dragged and you could see in his eyes that all was not well. I just couldn’t let him suffer. I found a vet that does house calls so we didn’t have to give him the added stress of getting into my car (not easy), waiting in a clinic and everything associated with it. The kids were with him and Iain even made him a huge steak first. And Jules and Marilyn came to say good-bye with Gaffe. The vet and her assistants were so gentle with him. They shocked me by sending a beautiful card with is pawprint, nose print and some of his fur. Just. Whoa.
By August, 2021, the borders were still closed to Americans so I once again flew down to Philly to visit with Marc. Things were a lot more loose in the States, tell you what.
We were not able to celebrate Christmas 2021 again, but this time because Covid hit both the sisters’ families. Fucking thing.
Nothing to report until September, 2022, where, with the worst of the whole Covid thing over, I decided to finally move forward with remodeling the house thanks to your mother’s estate. As a result our kids were “renovicted”. It was time for them to move out and fly the coop. The house was gutted and heated floors put in, walls removed or moved, new kitchen and bathroom. It is now amazing!
Your baby boy Aidan, is now your baby girl with her chosen name Ariel. She had announced this to me in the fall of 2019. It was quite the process and she had her bottom surgery in February 2023. She is happier now and I think she was so courageous to undertake this huge transformation in her life. Iain supported her from the get. (She, who was petrified of even telling him of what she wanted to do – goes to show).
As for Iain, he just finished a two-year stint in Windsor, Ontario, working (electrician) for a battery plant – he wanted to do another couple of years but he was laid off last week. He finally has a girlfriend, the lovely Kamylia – they’ve been official for just over a year now. I don’t doubt that she is not sad that he will be working closer to home! And now he can take his cat back, too. She’s been staying with me since he took the job.
And me? After changing jobs four times in two years, I am now pretty happy with my latest (1.5 years now) at a company called VDM Global. It’s in the tourism industry and it’s where I will work until I retire because I am done with jumping from one to another. Besides, if all goes well, I only have another 2-3 years to go.
Good grief. I hope to hell I have not bored you with my tale. But as you can see, a helluva lot happened in the last five years. I often wonder how you would have taken all the stuff that happened but knowing you, you would have taken it in stride – after your initial freak-out, of course. 😉
I’m sure I’ve forgotten bits and pieces but hey, you’ve got the gist of it all.
Just know, we are all doing quite well, you will forever have a place in our hearts, and we miss you still.
Lotsa love,
Rog
xoxo
I’ve already bored myself with the One Thing Theme. So, next!
Monday: Almost tripped over my wall candle thingy that I used to have in my bathroom in the old house. Ooooh… Yes! I must install it in my bathroom now.
Just need to find the glass candle holders that go in there. As I searched, I found a “bathroom” box that had not been emptied. Huh. Go figure. There is my diffuser. Two bottles of mouthwash. Replacement blades for my razor. Coca-Cola Christmas glass. Epsom salts. There’s my Goo Gone – I knew I had some! Oh, and four. Yes, FOUR remote controls for… umm… we’ll figure that out later, right?
Tuesday: Looking for the candle holders, I ended up emptying a box that contained lots of stuff to chuck, plus an item or two to pass on to the kids (Game Boy Colour!) as well as accessories for my non-digital camera – how did they end up there? I also went to the fireplace store on my way home because the rope that goes around the glass of the door started coming off. Will have to return as there are varying sizes. The things you learn when you have to take care of every-effing-thing. The guy said I could glue it or change it. As the bottom part of the rope is split, I figured why go half-arsed?
Wednesday: So I went back to the fireplace store and bought the new rope – took a while for the gent to figure out which one, since mine was so destroyed. (Thank goodness there was one section that was intact.) Now I will have to brush the frame of the window clean and install the new one – a task for another day coz by the time I got home, prepared my supper and sat down for date night, watched our shows, it was time for bed so. Voilà!
Thursday: I woke to a few inches of snow so had to do my first shovelling. We had our first Christmas lunch – invited by one of our suppliers at the Essence Restaurant. I decided to do my grocery shopping after driving through traffic and by the time I got home, well thank goodness for leftovers, is all I can say.
Friday: I took my lunchtime walk in the work ‘hood, It was a chilly one but I was determined to go out there. I ain’t no wimp! I had dinner with a couple of friends – a long overdue get-together.
Saturday: I finally installed the rope – now have to wait 24 hours before I can use it but that’s okay as it is warm (for us 0℃ is warm…). Changed the bed, washed and folded all my clothes and fiddled around with this and that. For supper, made a rather delicious mushroom pasta. We finished The Brothers Sun as well as The Diplomat – bloody hell that show is so smart. Our movie selection was “Finestkind” with Tommy Lee Jones. Nothing much to mention but we enjoyed it.
Sunday: Ah, the day of rest, right? Wrong. It snowed all night so I was out there shovelling the walkway, the passageway and I even did the back from patio door to side gate. I will be needing a delivery of propane in the near future and they needs must be able to get through. After that, I figured I merited a couple poached eggs on my sourdough (gonna have to make some more next week!) toast with manchego, spinach, prosciutto.
The sun decided to come out and so I had to take advantage of it and go for a nice walk. I had hoped to stop by Linda’s to give her an extra hug (her father passed away in the night of Friday to Saturday) but was right that she would not be home. I remember too well all that needs to be done.
I finished listening to my audio book The Art of the Wasted Day by Patricia Hampl. It was an excellent walking book and there were parts of it that really touched me as she is basically writing to her late husband with whom she had “many conversations with you, my darling, sitting at yellow table in the kitchen”. I know I will be writing my “Dear Mick” soon.
That said, I walked for just over an hour and was just shy of 5k. Was starting to feel more of a chill on my way back so treated myself to a hot chocolate.
Wishing you all a lovely week and may you do like this fella and sway to the music that makes you groove.
So… how did this week go? Was I more successful? Nyet!
Monday: Drove into Montreal and could not find a single place to park. There is so much construction and they reserved the parking metres in front of the office and everything else was blocked off. In frustration, I left and returned home.
So, apart from slicing a chunk off my middle finger on the carrot grater, I did nothing much besides work from home, which means I was able to make lunch – Eggroll in a bowl. After lunch, back to my work keyboard where I was slipping and sliding, not realising I had bled through the two band-aids. Ugh… A bazillion plasters later, I finally found a gauze to wrap around said finger, making typing rather amusing. Not. For supper, I made Thai Tofu & Purple Cabbage with Basmati Rice – you can read about that here. Needless to say, I did not feel up to riffling through a junk drawer and setting it to rights. Tomorrow is another day.
Tuesday: Worked from home because my colleagues informed they were calling for freezing rain and no one was going to be at the office, so why bother! It never did freeze but oh, how wonderful to light a fire downstairs and light the gas one upstairs. Very homey! My supper was a creation with leftovers: Cubano bread cut open, spooned over the Siciliana sauce, sliced some mozzarella and baked then broiled it. Mucho tasty.
My ONE was to run the clipper over the cat’s mess of fur. When I start finding chunks here and there, it’s time! She is pretty good about it because I do a bit at a time while she eats – keeps her occupied! (Still might have to pretty it up here and there.)
Wednesday: Today was the Christmas party thrown by Tourism Montréal so, other than getting home at 9:45, washing my face and tucking into bed, I got nuthin’. However, I did take a pic of some of the random acrobats going around the party and some holiday lights in Phillips Square, which I walked through to and from my way to the Time-Out Market where the party was held. I’ll probably be sharing another post on that!
Thursday: Another day that does not get a ONE! However, I went to see the Horizon of Khufu – a very cool virtual-reality trip to the Great pyramid of Egypt that was ending on the 30th of this month but has since been extended to January 17. Following that, my friend and I went for a delicious dinner at Les Pyrénées – a place I’ve been wanting to try for so long! And it did not disappoint. Their onion soup, while I though was not very thick was so tasty, I didn’t mind the lack of onions (forgot to take a pic). Because I was having what I thought would be a filling soup, I figured I’d have a salad – which ended up being so filled with goodies, it might have been a good idea to go with the fish after all.
Friday: Left work to deliver Ariel’s birthday gift from her brother and to bring François his keys that we forgot I was holding during the Khufu outing. Got home and made a sort of avo toast with salmon and a salad on the side; then vegged. Could not get my energy levels up enough to accomplish anything.
Saturday: Did my groceries and actually, finally, got the lovely gift from Rochelle framed and put it up on the wall, along with a painting my father made for me many moons ago. The wall leading to the basement and the main floor is very high and honestly, I am surprised at myself that I managed to put any of them up. I swear I got jelly-legs when I put up the first ones and then adding these two, I thought, no big whup, not as high. Nope… There is still lots of wall to fill but it looks a little less bare now.
I put both up to give you a little sense of the work in progress. I didn’t think of taking pictures during the day – d’oh! And here I am, way past my bedtime finishing up now…
Sunday: Great intentions. Emptied the drawer and threw out a crazy amount of restaurant menus and whatnot but still haven’t put it all back. I made a blade roast, which cooked in the crock pot whilst I whiled away the day in front of the boob tube watching my first Christmas movies. One, I shouldn’t admit to (read Hallmark with Lindsay Lohan) and one of my ultimate faves The Holiday. I must watch that one ever year.
I think by now, on my second week, you have all figured out that I manage to pretend I am not procrastinating by cooking. No bread this week.
Next week I have no extra-curricular activities in the evening. I should get more done. Right?
All great plans, and all that jazz. Maybe I should not have specified what a ONE thing would be or could be. As I am trying to declutter and give some order to my house, it would stand to reason that I am working towards that. Of course, life is what happens when you plan(ish).
Monday: Normally and technically, I would say that cooking shouldn’t be part of the ONE Thing because it doesn’t fall into the out of norm chores. However, when your eggplant, zucchini and bell peppers are giving you the evil eye and start talking back, they must be dealt with. So, while I had an omelette with leftover lasagna sauce for supper, I had to deal with these. (Bonus, it will liberate the fridge further and give me the nudge to clean it.) What to do, though? I was thinking a tian but didn’t have any fresh tomatoes and considered using canned. Meh. Eggplant-Zucchini casserole à la Eggplant parmesan? Eesh, flouring and frying. Meh. Hmmm. That left me with either a ratatouille or a Sicilian pasta sauce.
Tuesday: Stuck in traffic, got home, nuked supper, had my date with Marc went to bed by 9:00 – no ONE.
Wednesday: While waiting for my financial advisor (we had a mix-up in dates so now he’s coming over Thursday), I cleaned out one of the drawers in my dining/living room – I call it my booze drawer 😏 (plus restaurant menus – am sure I will find more in the next drawer)! Why is there a roll of stamps? Because, if I put it elsewhere, I’ll never remember. Same thing for that marker that I use for jars and and food saver bags. Deciding if I will keep those napkin rings or not – maybe now that I can see them I’ll remember I have them! We shall see what happens with that one!
Thursday: Vincent, said advisor, showed up and we sat and noshed on charcuterie and cheese, my leftover bread and washed it down with wine. I made a more extravagant plate for Thursday but only took a picture of the one from Wednesday! Can this count? And it’s gonna have to fill in as a ONE.
Friday: After work, I met up with my buddy Julie at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts for an exhibit of Inuit art and dance. Well. What a disappointment! This was to last a couple hours so we succumbed to paying $16 for a puny bowl of arugula topped with a measly portion of trout tartare and we even went nuts and got a sort of apple tarte tatin thing for another $5. There were no chairs available to sit, no standing tables available, either. We found a counter in another little room, scarfed down our “supper” and heard some mumbling so we made our way to a little corner to stand and try to hear what was going on. We understood nothing, so we decided to go see the art until the dance started. Not much to see but some lovely stuff. Came back to the main hall and there were two seats. We saw absolutely nothing as the dance was mostly on the floor. We lasted ten minutes and decided to go out, walk through the museum’s boutique, then out for a coffee or something. It was all of 7:00 pm! We ended up at Winnie’s for wings and a Virgin Caesar. Was home by 9:45. I did prepare my starter for my Cubano bread. So… a ONE was a cultural-wannabe.
Saturday: Woke up early and made my Cuban bread dough, set it to rise, fed my starter, hoping it would be enough to use later and started my dough for my attempt at a cinnamon raisin bread (that would be baked Sunday). I might be obsessed with this bread-making thing.
Realised my dishwasher didn’t go on last night so tried to get it going. Stuck on pause. What in the hell? Spent a ridiculous amount of time on-line trying to figure out how to un-pause the damn thing (because the manual says nothing about this pause-thing). Did three loads of laundry in-between and changed my sheets. I baked the Cuban bread and decided to try my hand at making buns for my burger. The ONE is well… I dunno.
Sunday: Well. Today, I baked my cinnamon-raisin bread AND my sourdough. I started washing all the dishes in the bloody dishwasher because not only can I not get the damn thing working, I can’t find the right breaker coz it’s not properly indicated since the renovation. I can’t pull it out to unplug it, either! I’ll need someone to come over and help me with the breakers. (Can you just see me running up and down, to see just what I turned off? Sigh.) Had a lovely chinwag with Janet, did my exercises, took a walk (talk about brisk out there) to Linda’s to share a few slices of bread with her, sat for a chit-chat and back home to do nothing from my nonexistent list.
Full Week One? Not quite.
Tomorrow is the start of another week, right?
Good Wednesday evening, my peeps! It’s time to play Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle has chosen this image from Ronda Del Bocchio which sent me down quite a memory. Ugh. Should you want to join in, please click on the frog below and add your link. What’s that? You don’t know the rules? Click on Ronda’s pic and you’ll teleport to Rochelle’s blog where you’ll find ’em.
“If she’s not coming back, you need to empty it. Or I will,” Jimmy threatened.
“She can’t come back. I’ll take care of it. Didn’t you see what’s going on?”
“Yes. What could I do? She’s a sweet old lady.”
“Pffft. Sweet. Right,” I said under my breath as I closed the door behind him.
So. Much. Shit. Cans held up the broken bottom cupboards and boxes of Kraft Dinner and all sorts of crap she didn’t eat were stuffed in every corner.
And that was just the kitchen.
I was gonna need lots of garbage bags. And help. LOTS.
It’s Wednesday! And I could not resist this wonderful image from our beloved Ted Strutz. I wrote a post way back in 2018 regarding my son’s cooking (plus a lot of blah blah) but should you have nothing to do with your time, please go ahead and check it out here. No obligation, of course coz it’s way more than 100 words! That said, should you wish to participate this week, please click on the frog below. Not sure how? Click on Ted’s pic and bake your way over to Rochelle’s for the how-to’s!
Good gawd! What the hell are you making NOW? It’s as messy as your Cheeky-Cheeky-Chebureki!
But you loved them, didn’t you?
Yes, very much so. I didn’t love the mess, however.
Hey, I cleaned up!
The next day and you know I hate when you do that. So, you making more?
Nah, nah, nah, Mamz. Time to try something new!
I see it involves pastry again. Not meat pie coz you hate meat pie!
You got that right. I love Grand-maman’s bread but not her meat pies! I’m making pelmeni!
Russian dumplings.
How’d you know?
I try to keep up.
Good Thursday evening (or Friday morning, dependin’ on when you happen to catch this little silly story). Our hostess is back from vacation with a photo from Mr. Binks. I ain’t gonna lie, I was not coming up with anything and then, during my long two-plus-hour drive to and from the airport to pick up boarding passes for work, I started trying to divert my attention from the annoying traffic… Should you have an idea on this here picture, do click on the link below and add your two-cents’ (100 words) worth. Not sure how this works? Click on Mr. Binks’ photo and go on over to Rochelle’s for the how-to. Easy-peasy!
Chicken is so b-o-r-i-n-g!
Not it’s not. There are so many things you can make with it!
It’s still chicken.
You can roast it, boil it, fry it…
Still chicken.
With leftovers, you can make chicken stock, chicken salad, chicken salad sandwiches, hot chicken sandwiches, chicken quesadillas, chicken pot pie, chicken à la king, chicken nuggets, chicken fried rice, chicken Tetrazzini…
You the Bubba of Chicken or something?
Hopefully, not that simple!
Nah. You’re not, but jeez…
Hey, I’m just trying to tell you that, with a little imagination, your chicken can go a long way!
I guess…
I know!
Science, Philosophy, Desire
Movies, Shows, Sports, Stuff…and Other Stuff
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams
Art and the philosophy of life
Art Towards a Happy Day
Adventures about pet therapy, dog rescue and urban life in the 'Burbs
You have reached a quiet bamboo grove, where you will find an eclectic mix of nature, music, writing, and other creative arts. Tao-Talk is curated by a philosophical daoist who has thrown the net away.
An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
An insight to a heart mind and soul.
Ramblings
🐘 Nancy is a storyteller, music blogger, humorist, poet, curveballer, noir dreamer 🐘
Growing Your Own Produce and Remedies
Meditations on Life and Parenting
Living From the Center of Your Being
Books by author Diana Coombes