Day 197 – July 16

National Fresh Spinach Day… not National regular Spinach Day … that’s March 16th, obviously.

I bought a bunch. Looked quite like a bouquet

Full of beta carotene, lutein and zeaxanthin, as well as iron and zinc, the leafy green is a delight to have in a salad or smoothie

which I planned on having one or the other, but then didn’t follow through on after the photo shoot

it was just too pretty to eat and an 8 piece yam & avocado roll next door is $4.95 so… yknow…

Day 194 – July 13

Um yeah, so National French Fry Day was kind of a big deal.
It seemed like everyone was celebrating it – even those who don’t usually pursue celebrating every single official holiday day
Instagram was teeming with McDonald’s eating selfies

I chose to go  the more non traditional French Fry route today and ordered a vegan poutine from Wallflower Diner

Well, sometimes the road less travelled is less travelled for a reason.

The gravy tasted like a chicken soup bouillon cube.
I have no idea what the cheese was supposedly made of, and it didn’t matter because it was null and void of taste.
And the fries. Oh the fries. They were straight from a McCains freezer bag

Yeah… so … happy National French Fry Day, everyone else but me 🙁



Day 192- July 11

Fast and dirty National Blueberry Muffin Day !

I took this holiday as an opportunity to celebrate one of the little everyday things. Blueberry muffins are pretty much in any cafe or bakery you pass.
I rarely pick them up but I like them. Being able to grab a muffin quickly has saved me from many hanger attacks in the past

I picked up a mixed berry kamut vegan muffin and brought it home. My friends had dropped off some fresh blueberries earlier this week and they really enhanced the photo shoot

I thought the muffin photographed beautifully but Kamut is a hard grain to get behind when you’re trying to muffin- it was pretty dry and cough-inciting, not gonna lie.


Day 186 – July 5

July 5th was another beautiful, 25 degree plus day in Vancouver and also, notably,  National Bikini Day

I’ve been devising a Vancouver/British Columbia bucket list for myself, as I have of late, the overwhelming sensation that my time here is running out.
(Probably because it is)
I want to make sure I experience everything this side of the country has to offer because it’s so god damn far from the way better side that I don’t think I’ll ever come back this way again.

One of the items on this ‘to do’ list was Wreck Beach – Vancouver’s infamous clothing-optional beach.
I scoped it out, had a little walk up and down the shoreline, saw that it was pretty empty and mostly old gay couples and a few young families trying to raise children to not be ashamed of their bodies (no ‘modesty shorts’ in their house hold – insert eye roll and/or heart break emoji here at reference to current situation for a certain 5 year old in my life who’s mother would not be impressed  if she were still with us)

So, although  I did bring my bikini, being National Bikini Day and all, when I got there I decided to go for a swim without it …

It felt amazing – when trying to swim in open water, I am always adjusting my swim suit and it’s always more or less falling off anyway. This was a truly liberating experience.

So thanks, good old pal Bikini, for coming along for the ride and graciously giving me some space today!



Day 183 – July 2

Holy fuck bys

What a National I Forgot Day indeed

Wasn’t planned at all

Went out to flip The Pickle for the next guest and put up these new darling pieces I made

I took The Pickle keys, neglecting to take the apartment keys.

No keys. No wallet. No phone. No room mate. No Duncan. Nothing.

I buzzed all the neighbours that I tried to gas poison last month

No one was home.

I sat and waited.

I checked all the windows. Little Duncan perched on the couch looking out at me

I decided to walk to Kathleen’s coffee shop because I sorta know most of the staff and they have a phone and a computer.

Kathleen was still there too so it was really easy.

I looked up the landlord’s number in my email.  Called him. He answered. – said no problem, see you in 10 minutes.

Which I did.

It was almost too easy.

I had visions of just never getting in my apartment again.

Of a little Duncan skeleton waiting for me on the couch whenever I got back in again.

Of living in The Pickle and having to wear the shorts and tank top I had on for the rest of my life.

The whole ordeal was over in under 20 minutes

All’s well that ends well.

Then I went to get some beer to destress before meeting up with my work friends for Jazz Fest and found an unconscious body.

Tried to wake her. Checked breathing. Checked pulse. Pinched, yelled, clapped and (gently) shook to no response.

Waited for ambulance.

Then went to beach with beer

It was warm by then though.

Not easy being a hero.


Day 177 – June 26

Happy National Chocolate Pudding Day !

I couldn’t just bypass the fact that the celebrity that’s practically synonymous with this slimy treat’s rape trial just ended a few days ago in mistrial after FIFTY SEVEN women came forward with rape ‘allegations’.

I put allegations in ” there because I’m not really sure that’s the right word

Is it an ‘allegation’ if the defendant literally corroborates the story the plaintiff presents? Isn’t it just a ‘fact’, rather?

Here is what I pieced together from a few credible online articles.
The man drugged women.
He made that perfectly clear (“When you got the Quaaludes, was it in your mind that you were going to use these Quaaludes for young women that you wanted to have sex with?” Troiani asked. “Yes,” Cosby replied.)

Roger that, Dr. Huxtable, sounds healthy!

And then he would make varying levels of advancements on them. From attempted rape to digital penetration to full fledged. Quite the spectrum.

When pressed about what he meant by having ‘romantic interest’ in one of the 57 victims in particular, Cosby said he meant “romance in terms of steps that will lead to some kind of permission or no permission or how you go about getting to wherever you’re going to wind up.”
Hmm, Heathcliff, I’m not sure this is what most people’s idea of ‘romance’ is, sounds a bit strange.
Oh this is another good one:
“I don’t hear her say anything. And I don’t feel her say anything,” Cosby said in the deposition,  admitting that he’d given one victim one and a half tablets of Benadryl before the incident. “And so I continue and I go into the area that is somewhere between permission and rejection. I am not stopped.”
When the prosecution asked Cosby if he believed another particular victim (of the 57) was not in the position to consent to intercourse after he gave her the drug, Cosby replied, “I don’t know.”
I mean, in his defence, it’s probably really hard to keep ’em straight at this point. A Benadryl here, a Quaalude there, a cappuccino, a digital penetration, Andrea, Autumn, Cindra, Camille,  completely out of it or half out of it but scared for her life/career/etc. Job to say. He’s legally blind now, too, so like, it’s all going downhill fast.
One of the jurors, a 21 year old kid who voted ‘Guilty’,  says he came to conclusion Cosby was guilty when he was asked if the women ‘gave consent’ and Cosby said, “No I wouldn’t call it that”.
Yep, well done justice system.  I wonder if they wouldn’t just take his word  that he drugged women and assaulted them because he’s black? Typical. Smh.
I’m glad that one 21 year old male juror could draw the connection between non consent and rape – god bless him. He also said they wouldn’t have deliberated as long or as hard if it hadn’t been Bill Cosby.
Which is to say it’s hard to figure out if it’s rape or not if the perpetrator is really funny and played a doctor on tv… and hawked chocolate flavour slime to children for years
So, needless to say, I did not pick up some Jell-o pudding today.
Rather,  I went with a local company that makes vegan puddings, of all sorts, instead.
It was a little on the gelatinous side, versus creamy, which was a bit ‘off-pudding’ 😉
But other than that, it did not disappoint.  A great chocolatey flavour, just sweet enough, and the perfect portion too.
Two thumbs up for local, cruelty free pudding.
Two thumbs down for another win for rape culture.

Day 176 – June 25

So I have to admit – whenever I think of ‘strawberry parfait‘ I actually picture Prince singing it to the tune of ‘Raspberry Beret’

As National Strawberry Parfait was lurking around the corner on my calendar, this song was in my head more oft than not the past few days

I ‘whipped’ one up, quite easily with stuff I had on hand!
Thank heavens I didn’t have to make a grocery store trip, money’s tight and the guy that works at Safeway drives me crazy – my Kitsilano readership knows who I’m talking about 😉

Anyway- I grabbed a mason jar and layered the following:

  • graham crumbs
  • strawberries, not Driscoll brand, boycott those, diced
  • Cool-Whip

That was it.

I’ll, again, admit my surprise that Cool- Whip isn’t the grossest thing ever. I really always thought it was so incredibly gross, but it really isn’t so bad. Must be getting old and ‘settling’.

Day 175 – June 24

I’ve been to New Orleans more than once and have had my share of Pralines.
As much as I wish I could be ringing in National Praline Day with all the hilarious and charming characters I’ve met down there, I had to settle with buying some of these “Sweet Georgia Browns” from Purdy’s Chocolatier which isn’t even 25 metres away from my house and eating them alone.
These Sweet Georgia Browns were the closest thing, geographically as well as ingrediently, to pralines I could find in this neck of the woods.

They came in a two pack- which was more than enough.
The pecans were toasted and salted to perfection.
This saltiness and crunchiness created a delectable harmony with the sugary gooey, chewy toffee and the rich chocolate.

I give these 10/10 for a sugary treat. I give them a 0/10 for being vegan and also a 0/10 in the teeth kindness department.

Day 174 – June 23

Nothing highlights your need for hydration like a good hangover. Drinking till 4:30 am really sets you up for a day like National Hydration Day. Nothing, besides hair of the dog draft beer, helps with a hangover like hydration.

This National Hydration Day I filled up my 2 litre beast of a water bottle with filtered and alkalized water and sipped it back (chugging isn’t the best way to hydrate, fyi)

I also hydrated my plants! And my friend Molly’s who is out of town for a while !

They were grateful although they will inevitably die anyways, no doubt.

Day 170 – June 19


I always wear a watch. My watch if choice is a Casio Calculator watch. It’s water resistant (I’ve been through a few, pushed my luck)

It’s digital and boasts all the buttons a regular strength calculator would feature. According to Wikipedia, they were first introduced in the 1970s and continue to be produced, despite falling from their peak popularity during the 1980s

Thanks watch, for always being around for me to check neurotically !