Sunday, June 21, 2009

on Springsteen and spring training


(So I originally wrote this post in
March - just goes to show how I like to start lots of little things, and then promptly forget about them - but happily I've got more to follow on this train of thought...)


Recently I've started to wish that I was just a little bit more trampy...in the free-wheeling, train-hopping adventurous way, of course. Maybe it's that mischievious feeling in the air that spring brings (new adventures! daffodils! puppies! cleaning!), turning my mind towards all sorts of new daydreams and fledgling projects.

Mostly though, I like to think it's because a man I call Boss said it best: 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

Oh, how the fist gets pumping just thinking about that dancey-dance tune....


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So start running I did.

And while I don't disagree that some of us truly may have been born to run, I, clearly am very happy in my natural habitat of couch, tv and remote, making relocation to the wild just a wee bit traumatic.

So, a few weeks and several ice packs later, I now find myself equally inspired and bewildered by the idiotic challenge that I have set for myself. You see, I have been gently coerced into training for a freaking half-marathon. That's 21. 1 kilometers to run. In a row.

Holy cow, what am I thinking?

Boss man, I feel what you're saying. I'm just gonna have to think trampy thoughts for the next little while...




Saturday, June 20, 2009

guilty pleasures #3


Another secret cheesy spot: the Milestones rooftop patio at Dundas Square. Hey, if you can't beat 'em...


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Bellinis and brain freeze, hooray!



Friday, June 19, 2009

happy days #9


Looking at these remind me that it's time to visit the farmer's market at Wychwood Barns again soon...



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Homemade jellies and sauces.




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Sweet potatoes for sale. (They made a great soup, mmm.)



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Oyster mushrooms, from the Fun-Guy.




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Arts and crafts, and duck eggs too.




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Sampling the hand churned hot cocoa.



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Sneaking a view from above.




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Maybe tomorrow?






Wednesday, June 17, 2009

mid-week ode


If the mood is right, you could skip the spaghetti,

(even if it’s covered in cheese.)

But I’d certainly be sad if I lost you, dear meatball.

Especially to a sneeze.



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All the essentials: ground beef and veal, egg, breadcrumb, garlic, nutmeg, salt, pepper, parsley...and just a touch of cream.




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Mix, slap, roll...




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After searing...




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...and dousing with the world's easiest sauce. And then bake the whole deal until bubbly and done!



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Dear Meatball,

Sure looking forward to those sammies for lunch tomorrow...





Sunday, June 14, 2009

reason #283

...that I love my dearest man.

He makes my favourite breakfast, eggs benny, when he knows I'm grumpy with a hangover. Gotta love that!


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(if I were left to by own devices this morning, this would've been pretty much it for breakfast ...sad, but true)


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Coffee. Nap. And all is good again...