(and no, you’re not going to get any pictures of me on horseback. My hair is not long enough, yet – and I’ll probably be taking the scissors to it any day now.)
I made a sortie to my work LYS, Romni, at the lunch hour yesterday in search of Handmaiden Flaxen. Alas, they do not carry it! In retrospect this is probably a good thing – although the ever-helpful Jonathan said “Why don’t you try [another place in the east end – I have blocked the name from memory because I really do not need to know about any more yarn stores in Toronto!!]”.
So, instead, I saw this:
Chunky half silk, half wool!
The actual reason for buying this was… well, do you remember this?
On the way back to the office, I stopped into a deli called Prague on a co-worker driven quest for cherry cheesecake. I do not myself like cheesecake, but have a look at this:
Which I had to get because it goes so well with the book purchase I made this morning at the newsagent:
I love these books that talk about the history behind common foods. They jump all over the world with one unifying theme: salt, cod, chocolate. (If you haven’t read “Salt” by Mark Kurlanski, it is highly recommended.)
But it was closed!!! For good!! One of our favourite spots is no longer.
Perhaps it was “condo-mned?”
The Lady Tenant Advocates then met en masse for a big Indian dinner at Dhaba. Sadly for me, this is another partial casualty of Condoland. What used to be my favourite Indian buffet place has morphed into a high end pretentious indian fusion place, offering such bounty as seafood samosas and venison curry. My favourite dish, chicken vindaloo, was nowhere to be seen. I will say that the chairs were rather cushy. This somewhat softened the blow of the price increases of standard items on the menu – one samosa for $5.00! The food was great in quality as ever, I hasten to say. But I won’t be back.
(Hmm… maybe had I stripped off all my clothes and wrapped myself in Grande Godiva I would have had a discount? Or at least a free ride home in a police cruiser instead of a $20 cab).
Well, I’d bet get off my lazy @$$ and get JJ out of bed so that we can head out into the day – a trip to the Yorkdale Mall for necessary holiday shopping. Grrr. The parking lot there of a Saturday in December reminds of the Colesseum in Rome on gladiator day.
In parting, JJ will surely be chuffed to hear that Mary, Queen of Scots was born on this day in 1542. I wonder if he knew her…??