Holy flippin’ National Tailgating Day
James and I took The Pickle to Kelowna for the long weekend in hopes of a peaceful and romantic weekend of touring vineyards and hanging out in the sun at the beach
L . O . L
What an absolute nightmare
The Pickle stalled at every stop and turn and caused us so much duress I ended up having night terrors for weeks to come (I’m not even being dramatic… the air con in the hotel we eventually had to book made similar kicking in and cutting out sounds as The Pickle and caused me to jerk out of bed in panic thinking I was stalled, yet again, in the middle of a high way intersection in 40 degree temperature, despite being chilled to the bone in my cushy 2 star hotel room)
Back to the tailgating… that just means drinking in/near a car right?
We did get to several vineyards through sheer will and determination so I feel we pulled that much off
We had many pitstops that involved oil and power steering fluid and first aid (Protip: don’t use a box cutter when enraged)
Also, let it be known, Kelowna is hot as hell, pretty much on fire and, although is considered ‘wine country’ (and thus would lead one to think refined and cultured), a city that would wear white Oakley sunglasses backwards on its head and drink Monster Energy drinks if it could
The weekend came to a dramatic finish with a final breakdown in the middle of an intersection and having to be pushed by strangers to a safe place to wait for a million dollar tow truck
For National Ginger Cat Appreciation Day, I couldn’t help but think to honour the most notorious lasagna eating ginger coloured cat of all, Garfield
(above: my favourite strip ever)
The only thing better than regular strength Garfield is Garfield Minus Garfield, a site dedicated to removing Garfield from the Garfield comic strips in order to reveal the existential angst of Jon Arbuckle.
So dark. So pure.
I decided to celebrate by busting out my Garfield onesie
I get a lot of cat calls when I wear this.. guess I’m asking for it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Trail mix: a hikers bff
Although a colossal fan of nuts, I am not keen on raisins or other dried up fruit. There is something inherently gross about the notion of letting fruit dry out to me.
So trail mix and I have a love/hate relationship
Well, rather, I have a love/hate relationship with trail mix… I’m sure trail mix doesn’t care about me one way or the other
I definitely love when there is chocolate in there. This particular mix was lacking but she did make a beautiful photo subject
Happy National Trail Mix Day !
National Toasted Marshmallow Day was brought to you by Dandie’s Vegan Marshmallows (that’s right, marshmallows have gelatine, a derivative of animal skin and bones *gag* and therefore are not vegetarian )
I was able to score a stick off the side of the road (if it wasn’t for the side of the road I wouldn’t have anything), poke a marshmallow on top and light ‘er up off my gas range oven… indoors!
She burned absolutely beautifully and tasted glorious
I kept it simple and ate it straight off the street stick. No regrets.
Months ago… which feels like years ago, I was walking Duncan along a the Arbutus Greenway where there lives a community garden. A place I always internally remark as a ‘thing I should do someday’ which I will never do.
There was a bin of sorts with a “Take as much as you like” sign on it and long branches and sprigs of bay leaf in it
I grabbed several stickfuls and brought them home and let them dry out
I’ve thrown them in soup, chilli, curry, and pasta …because I literally have no idea what they actually taste like and have thousands on hand
For National More Herbs Less Salt Day, I thought I’d bust them out and use them in the chilli I made as meal prep for the week that lay ahead
It went as usual, I threw them in the pot and the chilli tasted delicious. Who can say if it is the bay leaves, all or any of the other ingredients, or sheer talent ?
I also tried burning them as one burns sage or incense … and didn’t get much out of the ordeal