Fruity Oaty Blogs
Yes indeed, as GladOS's Portal song proclaims, "I'm still alive." For those of you already cringing at what could possibly be yet another tired reference to an overused meme, consider the alternative: I could have just spent the last 5 paragraphs describing to you a scene where I strut down the blogosphere to the BeeGee's "Stayin' Alive."
Suddenly cake-baking doesn't seem so bad, does it?
So when we last left our hero (that would be me), I was down in Connecticut doing the post-Christmas Christmas bash with Mel's family. Overall, I'd have to say it was a rousing success. Presents were opened. Outlet malls were shopped at...wherein I made absolutely no purchases. Coach Outlet stores were visited, wherein I marveled at how some women are more than ready to pull each other's arms out of their sockets for a good deal. (But not me. I much prefer following a more structured approach of going after my opponent's vital organs in alphabetical order. You'd be amazed at how many people are surprised when they learn that 'adrenal gland' also starts with 'a', and that it is far more vital than, say, the appendix.)
Mel finally got her fix of Outback Steak House meals, specifically the bloomin' onion. She's spent the last year in withdrawl ever since Outback pulled out of Canada. The experience momentarily pushed her into considering border hopping every few months just for her fix...but the odds don't favour an Outback in the US side of Niagara, sadly.
And perhaps the best part of the entire trip: Sammy the gay wonder Schnoodle only violated mea couple dozen times! That's significantly down from the last time. Maybe he's starting to pick up on my "let's just be friends" signals.
Alas, all things had to come to an end. Unfortunately, the end of our time in CT coincided with the end of nice weather. The morning we left, there was a grand ol' snowstorm that kicked up on the first leg of our journey. I spent a good 10 minutes just at the beginning cleaning off the car from a solid 2-3 inches of snow. And what should have taken about an hour or so on the roads got dragged out into a good 2 hours thanks to diminished visibility, slow-moving trucks and a hell of a lot of spray being kicked up from tires.
Luckily, just was got into the first part of NY State, the snow abuptly ended, and while the skies were still overcast for the remainder of the trip no more snow flitted down. As a result we made ridiculously good time and managed to arrive home at pretty much the original time we'd figured on.
Then it was back to work as usual. And still is the usual. Bah.
On the otherhand, I may have stumbled into something unexpected. A short while ago, I had purchased a large amount of groceries whilst at work, leaving them in the back until the remainder of my shift. Mel happened to have the day off and visited the St Jacob's farmer's market, bringing with her a bounty of utterly addictive, maple-garlic pork sausages, which she left with me for a time. Now one thing you have to realize is that these maple-garlic sausages will not only drive you nuts with their delicious, delicious smell, but they had this unique ability to spread their flavour to everything around them.
As a result, when I started into my pack of generic, chocolate fudge cookies for work, I happily discovered they were now chocolate-maple flavoured instead. And disturbingly tasty too. To paraphrase Homer Simpson, "I don't know science behind it, but maple made it good." I must confess that now I feel the need to actively seek out a means of creating maple chocolate desserts, if not cookies, to replicate this accidental success. Shiney.
Today's Lesson: your shih-tzu may end up going to hell after you realize she's peeing on the head of a snow angel.
Labels: Connecticut ahoy, now with 25 percent more gay wonder schnoodle, this blog has a chocolate maple flavour
posted by Phillip at 4:33 AM
