Food - I love to buy it, I love to cook it, I love to eat it, I love to serve it. Melty, cheesy, salty, spicy, crunchy, savoury, beefy, fresh and fishy, still dripping with seawater. But not sweet. I don’t have a sweet tooth, thank goodness. I worry about my love affair with food.
The photo is of a girl’s night my daughter hosted this summer. I was invited. Those are pathetically small lobsters they sell here for $8.99 Cdn every June. They were very good, but I sure miss the East Coast for lobster.
Yarn, I love yarn… Uh-oh, here she goes again. Squishy, fragrant, feltable, soft, softer, hairy, shiny metallic, full of colour. Hey, I’m a poet and didn’t know it. OK you beatniks, click those fingers.
OK, I haven’t totally lost it. It is nerves talking before an MRI. I have a date this evening for a Friday night MRI, a plea bargain in the socialized medicine world. If you come in on a Friday night, we’ll get you in a couple of weeks early.
Look what arrived today! That is 14 pallets of grown up Legos for our retaining wall. Taking bets on how long this will take.
Have a good weekend and a fun Halloween. Bryant, the 14-yr-old, had to wear a costume to school yesterday. He went dressed up as a kissing booth. This is at the school that didn’t approve of the devil hat. He has fun stretching the limits.