Jolly Good Riddance

The Sun was shining on the sea...

2006-10-16T17:46:00.000-06:00

What HO!

A spark, then a flame, and once more the proverbial chef speaks. How are you all? I'm chiefly grand and such. It snowed today. It always snows in October. Really quite pretty. I made two turkeys this Thanksgiving for everyone at the restaurant, and was thankful that there was enough to go around. I was also thankful that I make good stuffing. Yes. The restaurant manager threw pie as well, so ensued many things for which I am very grateful. Reflexes mostly...

The roomate Carly is moving to Winnipeg in 10 days, along with cats, gerbils and newest hampster Thor, we make quite the entourage for a 17 hour drive. Oh how I despise driving long periods. But then, on to Victoria. By the way mum, I was able to book off until the 11th of November.

Unfortunately, like most things, writing requires practice. Hence I shall make this shorter than usual for now. But happily back in the swing of things, so do expect more.

cheerio

And whether pigs have wings...

2006-04-12T01:42:00.000-06:00

Ahhh, cybernetic breath at long last. My most humble, contrite apologies, and for my part, confusticated and be-bothered rantings for my most cheekily infecticated computer. Yes, I was victim of a most horrid virus. Not something that wipes out your hard drive or anything like that. Oh no, prithee I wouldst be of such fortune, but alas, said hero was subjected to an unending stream of spam and spy-ware and pop-ups and commercial balderdash! Oh says infuriated subject in front of current media based hardware, " Fie on you! May all commercials burn in the brimstone along with health food advisors and Martha Stewart!" Perhaps a bit far? Alright the health foodies can trancend if they must...

Of Why the Sea is Boiling Hot...

2006-03-12T14:35:00.000-07:00

What Ho! Disaster strikes at the hearts of all kitchens in Banff. How is anyone going to shock their veg when there is sediment in the tap water and ice machines? Oh I weep for the loss of bright colours. At least the Chinese food place down the street uses MSG so they retain some measure of dignity, albeit a rather tainted draught. Plus they use shrimp paste. They put it in their food! I can't imagine the length of waiver forms they must be bound to.

I made dinner for some friends of Carly's tonight using chocolate in everything. How fun. At least it was until I found out all the pals my roomate had invited were girls ( I promised her dinner for herself and co. I just thought she would be decent enough to invite someone I could talk to without having to listen to a lecture on why I should advertise my bachelor-ness.) Women and sweets, or men cooking sweets for said effete creatures equates rubbishy, sugar-induced prattle about how you will make a great husband someday for that oh-so-lucky someone. Allow me to illuminate the very serious reality of that reverie. Look, if you marry for food you will get fat... Yup, it happens. That said, "Here's 3rd course."

Right, I'm off for now. M, I'll make sure I look in depth at the Davidson chatter and blog, for now the dishes won't wash themselves.

Quote for the day: "What can you say about a society that says God is dead, and Elvis is alive?" -Irv Kupcinet-

cheerio

Of cabbages and kings...

2006-03-06T23:14:00.000-07:00

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Mind Guardian
Your Superpower is Cursing
Your Weakness is Body odors
Your Weapon is Your Magic Gun
Your Mode of Transportation is Hang Glider

What's" your Superhero Name?

What ho! I thought this was sort of fun. Have a go perhaps.

And sealing wax...

2006-03-01T22:20:00.000-07:00

What Ho!

So I've been asked to suggest a name for a painting business by Matthew and Mira. M and M. Now, what some of you might not understand about me is that my creative genius comes as a paroxysm, and until it does I become a depraved nocturnal creature, moaning into the dawn hours on the silliest junkets in search of that one epiphany that will best "tableau vivant" the matter. I am a perfectionist by nature, actually both of my parents are perfectionists and I'm just heir presumption. At any rate, I fell asleep.

What I came up with is hardly complimentary for toiling with one's hands under a hot summer sun, and later reaping the fruit of your labours in the delighted praise and cachination of a very satisfied, very color-blind customer. If I were a painting company I would be called Get Your Own Granola! Sorry M, but I did doze off...

I've decided that you fine gentry will be the first to read my book, so I'm going to start posting it by chapter as I finish them. At the least you'll pick up some decent recipes along the way. Contents are as follows.

1-Cleanliness is Godliness, and the Gospel According to Wine, Garlic and Citrus
2-Cleanliness is Godliness, and so is Seafood
3-On the Sixth Day, the Chef Made Sauce
4-The Baked Goods Have Risen Indeed
5-The Sermon in the Oven: Gandhi Befriends a Cow, and My Father the Chicken Hero
6-The Sermon on the Barbecue
7-Eat Your Vegetables Sayeth The Lord
8-My Jewish Mother's Christmas Pudding
9-Treasures in the Kingdom, Hopefully Dessert
10-And The Dogs Licked Up The Leftovers
11-Proverbs and Pancakes
12-On Purgatory, Salad Consumption and Other Penitences
13-Coffee With Matthew and Other Fond Memories

I've been writing this book as sort of a hobby, and I'm really curious as to the reactions it might get if someone else read it. So bear with me, I'm piecing the first chap together and will post in the near future.

Quote of the Day: "I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love." -Mother Theresa-

cheerio

Of shoes and ships...

2006-02-27T15:23:00.000-07:00

How now, brown cow? I suppose all cows are brown to some extent, whether the aesthetics of coat and gums or by product of four digestive tracts, brown is indeed a very cowish thing. I'm quite sure this knowledge is rather prosy especially among cows, consequently offense might be taken given the redundant nature of the phrase however, I can't bosh the obvious slight in favour of saying "How now cow?" This might procure a much more opprobrious reaction simply stating conversationalists are liken to common non-descript bovine, so said we shall continue with the lesser rara avis of contempt and say again, how now brown cow?

What ho! Onwards and upwards. It has been an enchanting day, of skiing and breakfast and quite possibly the most picturesque morning from my balcony. My window is view to four mountains in the rockies, resulting in lovliness on a clear day. Enter Geoffrey to the world of blogs. Something like today needs to be shared, if only in words. It reminds me of something out of a Tolkien novel, where the air gets warmer and the smell of pines makes you drowsy. "Mind Bilbo doesn't eat all the cakes, he's too fat to get through keyholes yet." It is days like this that leave me in absolute awe of simplicity made extrodinary in creation. A breath of air here, some animal incessantly chanting off in the distance, all conglomerated into one cry from nature that positivly screams of God's genius. A good day...

I think I will sally forth with a quote of the day. Something to uplift, inspire and leave generally spiffy feelings in good stock.

"There is an abiding beauty which may be appreciated by those who will see things as they are and ask no reward except to see." -Vera Brittain-

cheerio