Wednesday, July 02, 2008


It's always a bit odd when a holiday falls in the middle of the week. We're so used to Monday and Friday holidays that it throws us off when Canada Day sneaks in on a Tuesday. What exactly are supposed to do with this day? We can't stay up all night partying because work still starts the next day.

Me? I stayed inside in my housecoat all day long. I woke up at 11am, and promptly fell back asleep for 2.5 more hours. I had a dream where I was Batman in a fancy European-style casino (but in North America). I used my invisibility field to spy on people. Yes, I was creepy Batman. This went on for a while before I walked past a private poker game where Gaius Baltar waved me in to play. They were playing for peanut butter, and after I stacked Baltar, he borrowed some PB from someone else and won a small pot. He then put his PB into my jar, picked it up and left. I chased after him, but he was already down the hall. I finally followed him through a small tunnel that opened up at an underground poker room in Israel. I threatened him, but he maintained it was HIS jar (although it was obviously my Costco-sized jar), and that he'd lost it anyway. Meanwhile, I've had to carry around a ball of peanut butter, constantly tossing it between my hands to keep it from sticking. I knew he had hid it in the coatcheck downstairs, but as I headed in that direction, I woke up.

Let's call that an entertaining way to start a lazy, lock-the-doors day. I achieved minimal productivity, and played video games, watched Terminator on TV (censored though - lame), a bit of poker that I just wasn't in to, and cooked a bit.

Lunch/Breakfast/first meal/whatever - BLT. Whole grain bread, applewood smoked cheddar, boar bacon (from my elk guy), romaine, spray-free tomato, fresh ground sea salt, fresh ground pepper, and miracle whip, all pressed in my panini maker.

Then I brewed some fresh-ground coffee (although roasted months ago), and filtered it over ice and crème brûlée ice cream for a delcious iced coffee.

Dinner - spread out over hours - Raw snap peas, corn on the cob, pan-fried potatoes, with red onion and garlic, covered in chives from my folks' garden, fresh made gravy (butter, flour, beef stock, herbs, spices, gravy flavouring), and farm-fresh cheese curds. Yah, I can't even do poutine without gussying it up. Desserts were strawberry-rhubarb pie and banana cake.

All-in-all, exactly the day I needed. A shame I didn't bother getting dressed to check out the fireworks. I love fireworks.

Oh, and I can't wait to see Saturday's Dr. Who. Season finale and all. Say what you will about Russell T. Davies' ability to write sci-fi, he builds up some awesome finales. Of course, this will once again end with some sort of retarded Deus ex machina plot device that will ruin an otherwise great episode.

Speaking of writers - go on over to The Goat's blog and wish him well on his novel. He's off poker for a year to see if he can't get a good book out of himself. Personally, I doubt he'll have a problem, and can't wait to have a look.

1 comment:

Weak Player said...

Miracle whip? Are you kidding? How about some homemade aioli?