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
Totally “phoning this one in” as they say:
Here is Duncan, perched on the arm of the couch, and then digitally manipulated by an app to appear to be wearing this bright green bow tie.
It’s the best I could do, National Bow Tie Day, get off my back
Welcome to National Banana LOVERS Day
If you don’t love Bananas, GTFO
Also if you were looking for regular National Banana Day, click here (.. and that was like 130 days ago, weirdo)
So good with chocolate, peanut butter, and or ice cream…
…and so beautiful
Real bananas have curves
National Dog Day
My dogs are like Kahleesi’s dragons to me.
Although one can’t listen (due to deafness) and the other makes a conscious choice not to listen (due to assholeness), these dogs are my world and I wouldn’t trade them for a hundred million dollars or world peace or anything
When I think of Whiskey Sours, I recall my first year university days, a blurred stage of constant underaged drinking and feigned abject poverty purveyed to my parents to fund aforementioned underage drinking. Myself and my two best buddies at the time, Rod and Louie, would drink Wiser’s Whiskey and Lime Crush
I reflect on that time and that ‘cocktail’ and like to think the beginning of my refining my palette for the Whiskey Sour Cocktail we all know and love today
For National Whiskey Sour Day, I DIY’d it, as a lot of placed put egg whites in it and that is straight up sick.
It was simply the combination of
- 2 oz whiskey
- juice of 1 lemon
- tablespoon of simple syrup
Garnished with a lime
I sat back and drank this with the company of Duncan.
Although he is my favourite company of all, I couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic for the days of yore and Rod and Louie’s company and sense of humour and the foolishness of university life in general.
Being back in school as a ‘mature’ student, is undoubtedly not the same.
International Burger Day !
This is one of those holidays I would compartmentalize in the ‘recurring’ category. This guy has been showing up under slightly different guises ( see National Veggie Burger Day and National Hamburger Day and pending National Cheeseburger Day ) and I keep falling for it.
This was my first time at Tera V Burgers , which is just a few blocks away and entirely vegan and I was always curious about but could never commit.
I nabbed this guy before heading to see one of my ALL time favourite bands, The Descendents. ( ALL in all caps is a clever pun if you are familiar with their discography and side projects but I’m presuming no one reading this is.. mainly because I’m presuming no one is reading this, Sean Spicer Period).
It was great – both the burger then the show. One of those days that’s easy to celebrate
National Sponge Cake Day
Because it is not my ‘cake of choice’, shall we say, I opted for the lazy man’s method of celebrating this often overlooked holiday
Popped into the local grocery store and picked up a box of Twinkies
I think I may have had a Twinkie or two in the past, but it was most assuredly not a regular part of my diet or childhood, and I was quite curious to see if they were as putrid as my memory painted them.
The jarring, teeth aching sweetness was harmoniously balanced with the putrid flavours of sulfuric acid and ethylene!
My memory served me well, this time, it seemed.
After eating one and photographing the rest, I promptly put them in the Food Bank, a true hero.
Apparently they have beef in them, so they aren’t even vegetarian, for the record. Gag. ( I found this out after eating one, by the way)
Happy National Sponge Cake Day !!
Fucking National Eat A Peach Day people
I mean, the pictures look amazing though
… almost as though
….you’d never know
… that there were no ripe peaches to be had so I had to buy this hard as rock mother fucker just to hack it up then throw it in the garbage for this stupid blog, eh?
For National Poet’s Day, I drudged up from the darkness the poem “Gone From My Sight” by Henry Van Dyke to share with you all
My dad’s lifelong friend, Derrick, gave him a book with this poem in it when Sarah died.
I remember him reading it to the clergy woman who was going to run Sarah’s funeral when we were trying to ‘plan’ it (disaster)
My father reading this poem to the women who was to lead his daughters funeral was one of the most profoundly saddest moments of my life
Then during the ceremony, Sarah’s best friend Anne-Marie was the one who read it to the congregation and it came across much more jovial and less tragic, likely because the ceremony was so ridiculous
Sarah’s mother in law and her undiagnosed histrionic personality disorder had suggested ‘Canon in D major’ or some shit as a song for the ceremony because according to her, two year old Rowan, who’s actual favourite song at the time was Chandelier by Sia, said it was ‘her favourite piece of music’. So they played it on a cassette player and it was scratchy as fuck and insane
There was also a keyboardist stuffed into the middle of the crowd who couldn’t play and all the songs seriously sounded like this
And then we all went to Jungle Jim’s for nachos and it was the weirdest experience of my life.