Anna N

I’d expect to find something with a name like that on the crash cart in Emerg.

I just spit my coffee all over my iPad. I know that you mean the Mexican dish but as soon as I read it I was reminded that at one time I honestly believed that moleskin came from moles. I used to think that there were people who sat around skinning moles. So you see how I made the leap to you intimating that it was a hot mole sandwich.

We have had some very good food at that same place. I know it changed hands. From now on we have determined that they still do a decent all-day breakfast. We’ll stick to that. We have so many good meals out so I got over this one pretty fast! Thanks for your empathy.

OK my conscience will not allow me to let this statement stand as is. Next to this I rate this the second worst meal that I have endured while out with Kerry. A tasteless, dry hockey puck hidden between two slices of bread, smothered in cornflour and colouring and accompanied by cold, overcooked, utterly bland (probably canned) carrots. I managed a couple of bites. We headed off island today to escape the gridlock in Little Current. It is after all Haweater Weekend. As we left the Island we began to wonder if we would ever manage to get back on! Cars were lined up for literally miles trying to get onto the Island for the celebrations. We were lucky. By the time we returned a few hours later we were second in line to cross the bridge and Kerry knew the way to get around the gridlock down town.

Good morning. Thought you might enjoy an early morning giggle. We have a bit of a standing joke here. If one or the other sleeps a bit later than usual, when they finally crawl out of bed they are greeted with, “Well it’s about time. I was ready to call the coroner.” Kerry was on a 24-hour shift in emergency and apparently her usual luck deserted her last night! Glad I don’t have to worry about the state of her health if she sleeps til noon.

Bacon butty the way it used to be before we started faffing around with our food for photographs and insisting on tableware.

Maybe it was the sound of success. Moments after this happened he disappeared while my attention was elsewhere. Kerry spotted him just heading onto Highway 6.

Absolutely!

I made quite a mess of my two poached eggs this morning. However, on toasted Texas toast, they are quite good. I dusted them with a little of Trader Joe’s umami powder. I am enjoying my breakfast while watching this poor chap and feeling quite sorry for him. His boat seems to be aptly named. He pulled out of the Marina shortly before 8 AM and had no sooner got onto the road than his engine began to give him trouble and he had to stop. It is now almost 10 o’clock and he is still only a few feet ahead of where he was when he started. By the sound made the last time he slammed down the hood, I’m suspecting his patience is wearing very thin.

If you are in the least squeamish please skip this post concerning our dinner preparations this evening. But just remember they only one step removed from cockroaches on the evolutionary ladder . From the box And into the pot.

No. Would you like me to take mine out and show you?

Really, truly I am not blaming you. I had to try it and I do not believe you were the only one to recommend that time and temperature. As for being safe from interaction with the police... you are so wrong...oh damn we’re supposed to stick to food...

I dunno. Is it just me or does this pasta have a striking resemblance to a lower denture?

No such difficult decisions have been made just yet. Whether they are 100% beef or merely 100% Canadian, for certain they are not AAA grade.

Life is short: eat dessert for lunch. Kerry made this poppyseed cake with blueberries and labneh from Zahav. The rest is about to be devoured by staff.

Sirloin steaks — 100% Canadian? 100% beef? Hmmmm.

Breakfast was a juicy, ashen, quail-sized chicken thigh on toasted rye. The squeaky roomie gets white Texas toast (not quite in time for today’s breakfast).

Think of it as the sanitized version of the other F word.

Following your directions of 300°F steam bake for an hour…… After 45 minutes my lovely chicken thighs had shrunk to the size of quail thighs, in another 15 minutes I estimated they would have reached the size of ortolan thighs. And then, before we had a chance to begin dinner, the gendarmerie nationale would be at the door. They were juicy (the thighs, not the gendarmes) but ashen. Back to 425°F next time. My suspicion is that the Cdn version of the CSO doesn’t like to faff about and prefers to get on with the job.

We have a “delicious“ button but no “oh so lovely” button — we need one!

Frame-worthy photos! I go to bed too early to see the sunset so I have to count on you.

Do you see any Canadian Club in our photo? That’s Forty Creek Copper Pot and it is darn good. Unfortunately their website seems to be down.

Yep! Did that tonight. Almost painless. Was good too.

It’s come a long way! You might not recognize it unless you graduated just last week!😂

I feel so much better knowing that someone understands. Meals so far are not exciting to look at but plenty tasty to eat. Above is the last of the smoky blue cheese just melting on some rye toast. Lunch looks equally beige. This is canned salmon mixed with a little mayonnaise and then dusted with some vadouvan seasoning. Also on rye toast. But it would’ve made such a good sandwich on Texas toast – – I mean the proper kind – – the white kind.