Notice the weird hobo doll passed out on the floor.
I am away for the weekend, and in what I can only imagine is a loving mockery of me— my photographer husband created this meal and posted it on Facebook. FYI–it may also be mocking you if you post your meals on Instagram. (Hey-I’m not taking the full brunt of this….. ) CLICK on the photo to see it bigger…..it’s cool.
I love the fish in the water glass!
DINNER por uno: a la pronto Tad:
Signature Cocktail: Home carbonated soda, 15 year old blended Scotch, mayonnaise and a slice of smoked salmon.
Starter: Celery and Ballpark mustard Gazpacho .
Protein: Feline Soft seafood medley (the cheapest canned meat you can find in a grocery store.)
Vegetable: Ginger root.
Compliment: Half garlic Dill Pickle.
Side: Capered-Extra Smooth Peanut Butter.
Sauces: Teriyaki and honey mustard.
Desert: Sushi Herring Gelato.
Connecting through Frankfurt airport I did not discover a store filled with caviar (like in Zurich airport) but I did discover something much handier for airplane travel and bad-movie watching for 8 hours–ginger-lemon gummies! The man at the sales counter who spoke only German pointed to the pack and said “spicy” just to warn me of what I was getting into, but I smiled and hugged the pack to my chest to show my delight. Only then could he smile back and wish me a “happy trip”.
Now, first off, you should know I love gummi candy. And I think this Haribo brand rocks. Especially their mango gummies which I discovered only a month ago in Toronto. Their simulated mango flavour is divine.
So I could only be more pleased to have these ginger ones be also labelled “wellness gums” as you see on the package. Who needs Buckley’s for a cough and cold? Or even Cold FX?
I also love that they have real ginger root on the pack. Makes it seem kind of local and artisanal, no? Farmer’s market-ish almost.
Dappled in sunlight it’s almost like I picked them fresh from a tree.
I hope one day you all get out to Frankfurt airport and get yourselves some of these. For now, since it is my birthday I have been eating them since 7am.
Birthday cake in Prague made by my cousin Jana. My nephew loved it and he has named the cake, “The Chocolate”.
Now excuse me while I spend the rest n my day on-line at the Haribo Fun-Planet. First stop: Sour S’ghetti Station.
My friend Johanne (of fashioninmotion fame— would add fortune but not sure if fortune has happened yet) emailed me with this photo.
This ceramic beauty was abandoned with some great plates in a box behind a now defunct Leslieville kitchen store. It now has a home but no identity.
So I ask for your help–do you know what this is? Please pass on, or PIN on Pinterest and together we can Nancy Drew ourselves out of this mystery.
It’s two pieces btw, and Johanne says it makes the most awful screeching sound of ceramic on ceramic when you move the top piece along the shaped ridges, quite horrific, so the idea that maybe it is used for grinding spices/pesto/herbs makes Johanne shudder.
Here are a few other photos or our ear-piercing, door knobbish friend-
I don’t know why the pictures are uploading crooked and it is 4 am so I am just not worrying about it.
(4am is when all mysteries become so mind-boggling that they must be posted right away)
This is over $20 bucks worth of something useful. Potentially.
Nice manicure Johanne.
Any and all guesses are welcome!
We often drive by Strickland’s Choice Meat (Greenwood and Gerrard) on our way south to Queen Street. Recently we noticed it was closed until March 21.
Why? Well, let’s take a closer look:
Len is having surgery. Basically the sign is saying, “the whole neighborhood knows who Len is and knows him well enough to be privy to the fact that he’s having surgery. And to care.”
And I bet if you stopped someone in the neighborhood they could tell you what kind of surgery poor Len needs.
I hope Len is OK. I’ve driven by the sign enough times that I’m starting to wonder if he’s in good hands, if the surgery went well and is it too soon to expect him back in a mere 3 weeks?
Get well soon Len!
May 3, 2012: Here is a bit of history about Stricklands (thanks Lisa!) : from the Beach Metro news
One feature for history buffs is a butcher and meat shop called Stricklands Butcher Shop. This shop was located at different locations on the Danforth and other places for close to 80 years. The current shop on Greenwood Avenue is still run by two jovial Strickland brothers, who also happen to carry the Beach Metro News in their store.
The Plastic Grapes were often bullied by Real Grapes (dramatization)
Early Wednesday morning a bunch of plastic grapes jumped onto a hot burner and instantly deteriorated. It seems the grapes had been bullied for months by a bunch of real grapes. Hate graffiti was found scrawled across the side of the plastic kitchen where the plastic grapes resided. Phrases like “Go Juice Yourself…NOT!” are under investigation.
“He was the best buddy a banana could have, other than another banana or a monkey” said the plastic banana.
A plastic eggplant declined comment.
I discovered “Blood Syrup” at the Dollarama today while looking for loot bag treats for a Halloween party.
I don’t know what part of BLOOD SYRUP most repulsed me the most:
*the fact that corn syrup is the first ingredient followed by sugar
*the fact 100G (1/2 the bag) of blood syrup is considered a “serving”
*or just the fact that this is meant for consumption at all.
I picked it up thinking it was fake blood. My plan was to smear it on my face and head and lie limply at the bottom of the stairs on Halloween morning.
But then I saw that the bottom tube ends in a straw/ tube which kids can suck on. You know, I bet the Frankenstein gummis I just consumed are also made of the same ingredients, but in liquid form, I can’t handle it.
Yet I was raised on corn syrup. My mother would mix it with milk and put it in my bottle as an infant (this is true–it was cheaper than formula).
But she never dyed it red. That’s just GROSS.