Day 195 – July 14

So gotta come clean: I actually sneakily celebrated National Mac and Cheese Day, yesterday when I had that god awful poutine

HOWEVER, I didn’t eat it all at that time and had taken a ‘doggy bag’, as they were once called.

This National Macaroni and Cheese Day had a tight schedule of enjoyable things I had to do

I had to go on a hike with Ashley, Ian, Duncan and Toast in Quarry Rock, then I had to go to Vancouver Folk Festival and see my all time favourite musician, Billy Bragg play TWICE.

Duncan and I finally got to  nail our Lion King pose

Also I had a beer.

Busy busy busy

After the hike, I had just enough time to shower, pack a bag with snacks, blankets, sunscreen and a thermos of rosé wine, and wolf down the remaining Macaroni and cheese from the day before

Mac and cheese is my favourite, so I was on the hunt for the best vegan Mac and cheese Vancouver had to offer. I’ve had a few here in the city, but this one from Wallflower Diner was touted the best according the plebeians who put in the time making Yelp reviews

It was ok.
They used that Daiya orange fake cheese which is pretty nasty, but if I avoided the top, it wasn’t half bad.

Then it was get the f to the festival for Billy Bragg’s Working Class Hero set with Rhiannon Giddens et al.

I was thiiiiis close. It was bananas

 

Day 139 – May 19th

My father decided to visit me in Vancouver for the weekend. He arrived at midday on Friday, which was National Pizza Party Day!

I took this opportunity to cast veganism aside to check out the Italian restaurant a few blocks downhill from our apartment, Nook. I invited Kathleen, Molly and Graham to join us.

It was hopping. We waited outside while the frazzled host reiterated his frazzledness to us over and over until, after about an hour, it was finally our turn for a table.

The group was 50% vegetarian so we  got the Margherita. I have to say, it was totally Meh.  As was the rest of the food. Just completely lacking in flavour. I do not understand why there was such a lineup.  I shan’t be going back. Nevertheless, we had a great time and the wine and cocktails were fine! Pizza Party quasi success!

Day 106 – April 16th

April 16th was Easter Sunday

This was a big to-do in my family, back in the day
The Easter Bunny had a time honoured tradition of hiding all our gifts with a long string attached with your name on the end that you would have to follow all throughout the house and garden.

My sisters and I had one Easter like this as adults, just us and our partners. Our parents were away (up north? the Middle East? not sure). I’m glad we thought to do it.

When Sarah died we tried to arrange it for her children so the tradition would live on, but the person she married has no regard for our thoughts and feelings as demonstrated repeatedly since her death, so that was the end of that.

I awoke this Easter Sunday very depressed thinking about yet another holiday my sister’s children have to celebrate without her.

The more I thought about it the more it angered me and saddened me. It was also National Health Care Decision Day, so thought I would make the decision to look after my mental health by getting the f out of Vancouver and off my phone for the holiday.
I hit the open road headed towards Squamish with Duncan in The Pickle

Once we found parking, having driven from lot to lot to lot for about an hour, we hit the Stawamus Chief trail.

It was much more crowded than I would have liked. And people were falling all over the place, it was cray.  When Duncan and I arrived at the end of the first trail, the view point was only accessible by ladder and/or precarious chain on a wet crumbling rocky ledge thing.
No view was worth losing Duncan over the side, so we had to turn back after all our hard work hiking, vista-less. 

Then we went for the other two chiefs

This trail had way less people on it (yay!) but was way more treacherous (boo). I had to lift Duncan in a few spots and there was most definitely some climbing on hands and knees.

But the view was worth it

I was very pleased I had thought to bring a beer with me

I wore Sarah’s hat most of the way, even though it wasn’t really cold enough to warrant hat wearing. I just know how much she loved BC and the hiking there, I wanted her to maybe vicariously experience it again.

The way back down was easier for the most part, except that Duncan was tired and wouldn’t take the chances he did on the way up so would get stuck. When this happened, he would make this weird growling howl whiney sound, which sounds like this and usually cracks me up, but not when I have to back track up rocky river terrain to save him.

When we got back to The Pickle, Duncan passed out cold while I made pasta.

Good times, although I was very tired and would have liked to have a shower

 

Day 79 – March 20th

Well what a  National Ravioli Day indeed

I had a prolonged panic attack that lasted most of the afternoon.

I did all the things:

Nothing really relieved anything.
My chest ached and I had waves of nausea, as well as the overwhelming sense of dread and alarm. I felt exhausted but amped up at the same time. I’ve had them a few times and it’s really fun stuff.

After lying down and trying to listen to a pod cast about hookworms, hoping to be distracted enough to over come it, and failing, I just decided I had better suck it up and  just go make the ravioli for National Ravioli Day before I died of heart failure.
I really had the thought, “Well if my heart just gives out now, I should die making ravioli and at least have the chance to get posthumously famous for being so committed to this blog and my niece and nephews will get to be rich and travel” (for the record, I did also have more rational thoughts of going to the hospital).

I had some fresh-frozen portobello mushroom stuffed ravioli in the freezer so all I needed was some sauce and parmesan. I made it to Whole Foods where I bought a fancy locally made vodka tomato rose sauce. I have never had that before and I thought I might as well try it.

When released from the jar, it looked a lot of like barf. When I was done photographing and had to actually eat it, I was super hesitant.

 

 

It actually tasted good. Great, even.
I ate the whole plate and went back for seconds.

As the food digested, my anxiety level started a decline.

Now I’m not saying portobello mushroom ravioli with tomato vodka rose sauce cures panic attacks, but I’m not not saying it either.

 

Day 44 – February 13

Monday was Family Day in British Columbia – which meant I didn’t have to go to school for a second Monday in a row (oh Smonday, I’ll never get over you). This worked out well because I was actually down and depressed from the long, booze fuelled and emotionally charged weekend.

I spent the majority of the day catching up on blog posts, napping and not doing any of the pending assignments that were much more important.

It was also National Tortellini Day and Eat an Italian Dish Day ( a little reminiscent of the Cream Cheese Brownie Day and Have a Brownie Day falling on the same day of last Friday)

Well you don’t need to tell me twice, National Holiday curators

Apparently there is a pasta called tortelloni which is a bigger version of tortellini which makes me think the Italians need to calm down.
I busted out a some cheese tortellini with basil tomato sauce at lunch time – y’know, to catch the ultimate lighting

I could photograph food all day

I should probably buy some fancy equipment and get around to installing photoshop on my computer

This was another just-get-through-the-day days. A celebration in and of itself.
I did make it to night skiing for a few burns down the hill though, despite being completely out of it

Cheers to that and onwards to Valentine’s Day