My life did not go smoothly this past week. I got back from Edmonton on Labour Day (more about that later) and spent the rest of the week catching up on grocery shopping and laundry. Most mornings, I slopped coffee all over the floor, and dropped everything I touched and my favourite coffee mug finally gave up the ghost :(. Finally on Friday night, I decided to take the night off – I poured myself and glass of wine (or two …), put some music on and had a little party all by myself (Tori was working late). He brought home flowers – probably to avoid the drunken tirade of him being late home (it worked)
The next morning, I woke up to what looked like a week’s worth of dishes. I mean, you take one day off, just one day, and all hell breaks loose! After filling the sink up for the fourth time that morning, I promised myself to save up for a dishwasher.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. While we were in Vancouver in July, we were talking to a couple that we’ve known for a while, only to learn that they live on the Sunshine Coast! I was elated! It’s hard to meet new people in this small community. They mentioned they were having a barbecue at their house soon and we were invited. This is the result of that, er, barbecue
There were more photos, but this one was the only “clear one.” It was an amazing evening with excellent food and excellent company.
Not long after that, I hopped on the plane to visit Clare, Alex and, of course, Neil.
Edmonton gets a bad rap most of the time. It’s an incredibly vibrant city in the summer. On the Saturday morning, we went to the Farmer’s Market where we sampled all the various delicious food, and bought some too. Neil acquired a frog along the way
And in the afternoon, we wandered around Whyte Avenue and the surrounding area. The buildings are lovely old brick and lots of artwork. We came across this mural by Spanish artist Okua San Miguel. It’s 6 stories high! I think I read that it took 6 months to complete.
The surrounding buildings were also painted by different artists
That night Mat, Clare & Alex took me to a restaurant on Whyte Avenue called Meat. Fall-off-the-bone to die for
and, of course, dessert
The next day, we went to the beautiful Fairmont Hotel for High Tea
While we waited to be seated, we went out onto the balcony and took in the view
Once inside, we eyed the teapots and cups in anticipation for our tea noting the cream and jam in readiness for our scones – I luuurve scones – and these were incredible – light and melt-in-your-mouth – just like my granny used to make. When I was growing up, we used to wake up to the smell of baking scones on a Sunday morning, and when we sat down to breakfast they were warm and delicious! Such a treat.
After stuffing our faces with delicate apricot gelato served in a margarita glass, followed by said amazing scones, this appeared on our table
and as if that wasn’t enough, I was presented with this (it’s my birthday next week)
What an amazing weekend it was!
I finally managed to wrangle my house into some sort of semblance of order and am able to do more pleasurable things – like drink wine and write this Blog.
Our vegetable garden is far from over. We harvested the potatoes and the onions, the beans and the peas and are waiting for our tomatoes to ripen. They seem to grow bigger and bigger by the day. We also planted butter lettuce, brussels sprouts (for our Christmas dinner) and garlic. Love.
I hope it’ll be shorter than a month before I post again. Until then…