Dear Friday Night Dinner Guests,
Since I’m the flexible, Type-A, easy-going, colour coded grocery shopping listed, adaptable sort, I’m giving you all the opportunity to have input in Fridays menu.
I’ll give you all a moment to pick yourselves off the floor, and recover from your shock.
The big question I have is…
Would you all like roasted baby potatoes or quinoa with your meal?
Try and contain your excitement.
It’s an important decision. Weigh your options carefully.
By the way, that’s the only information you are going to get about the menu.
Except that it follows K’s food guidelines.
Well, the main course follows K’s guidelines.
I hold no promises for dessert.
PS. For everyone who has been emailing me about Tuesday’s interview, I haven’t heard a word from them. So, you know, it was an unforgettable 2 hours of my life that has made for a great story and that’s the extent of that.
Today I had an interview, I prepped answers to commonly asked questions (why do you want to work here? Tell us about a time where a conflict arose and how did you deal with that conflict? and the other 1,001 behavioural interview questions of fun), I didn’t hit snooze once. I styled my hair. I put on make-up. I made two version of my reference list. I brought along a pair of high heeled shoes and a jacket to wear. I even made my lunch and had time to stop for coffee on my way to work. I took 2 hours off at the end of the day, made my way across town, debated how much time to put into the meter and walked the half block to the office building, arriving 5 minutes before the scheduled time.
As we were nearing the end of the interview, an alarm type sound started. The interviewers looked at each other, and then continued asking me questions. A few minutes later, someone was knocking on the glass walls, motioning us to leave the room. That alarm type sound?
It was the fire alarm.
We started down the 5 flights of cement stairs.
Did I mention I was wearing cuffed pants and 4 inch heels?!
Have I ever told you about the time I fell flat on my face while walking to the reception desk at one of my former jobs because my heel got stuck in the cuff of my pants?!
Well, i just did. And I didn’t feel like reliving that experience this afternoon. Except this time it would have involved cement stairs. And, I’d probably still be in the ER instead of writing this post.
So, 2 flights down, I stopped, remove my heels, and took the remaining stairs in my stocking feet.
In the lobby, I jammed my feet back into my heels, and proceeded to huddle with all the employees across the street while the fire trucks continued arriving.
We shared umbrellas. In the dark. In the pouring rain.
I’m not sure, but I think we took a hiatus from the interview.
Unless discussing Whole Foods, nearby restaurants, and the Best. Winners. Ever. count as interview topics?
I kind of wish they did.
I’d ace that interview.
30 minutes later, we were allowed back into the building.
I didn’t need a mirror to tell me hair was a frizzy mess, my eyeliner was smudged and my jacket had had better moments.
And i still had to finish the interview by completing a written financial assignment.
I got back to my car 3 minutes after the meter ran out.
I had paid for 2 hours.
And, I missed my timeslot at the tire centre to have my winter tires installed.
There really isn’t anything else to say about this afternoon. Remind me tomorrow to tell you about the best bread my friend has ever eaten. Or maybe about the ginger cookies I made this weekend. Until then, I leave you with the remnants of my day…
This weekend I was asked, “So what have you been up too since moving here?”, and without taking a moment think about, I replied, “Not much, nothing too exciting…”
Hours later, as I loaded up the remaining dishes into the dishwasher, I started thinking about the past 5 months, and, um, perhaps I should have given some actual thought to the question before replying. So, here is what i should have said:
(Oh, and this list doesn’t include moving to a new city, starting a new job, apartment hunting, and the actual moving of belongings… you know, the boring things….)
– Whitecaps soccer game
– Michael Buble concert
– 5 trips to the States
– IDS Design West Show
– 5 trips to Home Depot
– 4 trips back to Victoria
– Vancouver Canucks game
– 3 BBQs
– Getting my car towed
– 1 snow (half) day
– 2 hair cuts (they count as it takes hours to get my hair done!)
– Richmond Night Market
– 40 trips to Costco (not sure if that’s totally accurate, it feels more like 1,000)
– Cirque du Soleil “Allegria”
– One month of Outdoor Bootcamp
– Dinner at Vij’s
– 12 trips to Ikea
– Science World’s “Body Worlds and the Brain”
– 2 10th Anniversary parties (apparently 2000 was a popular year to get married?)
– Granville Island Public Market (times 3)
– Hosted 4 dinner parties in one month (um, seriously, WHAT was I thinking?!)
– 2 interviews
– 2 group picnics
And, that’s only the things I wrote down in my calendar. I’m sure I’m missing about 47 other events like random parties (there were a couple of those), hours spent baking and cooking (I can’t even imagine the total hours there), restaurant visits, hundreds of cover letters written, afternoons spent meandering around new neighbourhoods…
Ok, I’m kind of exhausted just reading that list.
I think I’m going to take a nap.
But first, I’ll eat some more (smushed) cookies….
If I ever make another pot of basil puree potatoes, it will be too soon, so instead of showing you green mashed potatoes, I’ll show you the other things I made and ate.
Somehow, I survived the snow- apocalypse.
I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have made it if the rain had not started and melted most of it away.
I’ve never been so happy for rain in the middle of the winter, rainy season. And, that’s saying something given it rains 80% of the time from November to March around here.
With my evening plans cancelled and no new tv shows airing, what else was there to do but drink wine and eat?
And, you know, whip up a pot of Homemade Potato Bacon Soup
Adapted from years of eating my mom’s homemade soup… at this point, I have no idea what the original recipe or measurements are and I’m probably missing some important herb or spice.
What you need: 6 medium sized potatoes, diced & boiled; 1 diced white onion; 2 grated carrots (optional); diced bacon; 1 tetra pack of vegetable broth, 1/2c milk of your choice; garlic, salt & pepper.
As you can tell, I’m super strict with the measurements here 😉
In one pot, boil diced potatoes until cooked..
In another pot, (I’ve been using my dutch oven, I never knew you could be in love with a cooking pot, but I am), cook your bacon. When bacon is almost to your desired crispness (because I know everyone is picky about their bacon), add onions, garlic, salt and pepper, and carrots (if you’re adding them. 90% of the time, I don’t have carrots in my house!), Cook until tender. Add cooked potatoes and mix well. Add broth, and if you’re feeling a little spicy, add a dash of cayenne pepper, and simmer for 10 minutes.
At this point, I pull out my potato masher and make one round of the pot, using my masher, and getting the potatoes into smaller pieces. Then I transfer 2/3’s of the mixture to my food processor and blend. While it’s blending, I add the 1/2c of milk. I’ve been using rice milk, and it works fine. Transfer the blended soup back to the pot , mix and simmer a few more minutes.
This soup is so good, but it’s even better when it’s delivered to your house, in tupperware containers with a “Love, Mom” post it note.
I’m not sure the soup would last the long ferry ride over from the island, so I guess I just have to make it myself.
While you eat dinner, do some online shopping for winter boots because ballet flats just won’t do. Trust me on this.
1. 6AM is entirely too early to start your day
2. I believe snow belongs in winter themed movies, pretty pictures, on postcards, on the tops of ski hills that are at least an hour outside city limits.
3. It does not belong on top of the mountain I work on or anywhere near my house in the city below. Nor should my office surrounding include a hockey rink.
Source: Vancouver Sun
4. It will snow during the week you are waiting for your on-order-snow-tires to arrive
5. The time it takes you to commute to work, in the snow, should not equal more than 10% of the time you are required to be at work. If it does, it should be an automatic snow day
6. No matter how many times you move, never give away your (only used twice) snowboarding jacket. Even if it stays neatly folded for 364 days of the year.
7. Snow plows are vastly underrated nor are they used enough (cough *on top of a certain mountain* cough)
8. The best friends in life are the ones that follow you down a snowy mountain to ensure you get to the bottom safely
9. Traffic webcams are the best invention. Ever.
10. The only place you will end up stuck, on your ENTIRE commute home, is in the packed snow directly in front of your house
11. Not during the crazy “what am i thinking driving down this mountain in all-season tires, and watching the crazy black jetta two cars in front of me slid ALL OVER THE ROAD, oh my gosh, I’m going way too fast and I’m only going 20KM/hr, WHAT AM I THINKING??!!!!” 20 minute descend from the mountain, or the 20 minute “Seriously people, 4 inches of slush does not mean you can drive at top speeds and think that is okay! SLOW DOWN CRAZY DRIVERS!!! Where did all these hills come from??!! WHY DID I MOVE HERE??!!!!!” portion of your commute. Nope. It will be the last 50 yards.
12. No matter how many times you are tempted to toss out the “winter emergency kit” from the trunk of your car, one day, it will contain the only shovel you own.
13. Even if it comes in 4 parts and you have to assemble it yourself
14. Ballet flat, although cute, are not appropriate winter attire
15. Be a good neighbour, and clean the sidewalk in front of your neighbours house (after you borrow a normal shovel from the old man across the street)
16. Your neighbours cats will be suspicious of your good deeds
17. The old man across the street will then take this opportunity to complain about the 3 times in the past 6 months you’ve parked past his red cone marker. He will remember EXACT dates.
18. You can’t argue with little old men who lend you their shovel, even if his continual blocking of the parking on the street is completely illegal and against city bylaws. Not that you mention the whole against by-law thing, I mean, you are borrowing his shovel!
19. There isn’t anything better than watching a movie with a bowl of homemade soup and a glass of wine on a cold, snowy night….
20. …and the sound of rain washing the snow away.