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THEME THURSDAY: waffles

Everyone who reads this blog (and likes good food) is invited to the Château Thurs for the second stupendous batch from our (practically) new waffle iron. Buttermilk appears to be WOC (waffle o choice) this time, so grab those Lactaid pills and get ready for the stuffin'!

Date & Time: Thurs July 28 at 9pm.

To bring - raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, mango or melon (consult with a Châteavian before you pick). And anyone who likes fruity dessert wine should bring that. Ice cream is not necessary.

See you soon!

ling ling and flavio visit the burbs

two urban hipsters leave the friendly confines of the grove to visit their ailing friend in suburbia. little do they know that hidden not so deep beneath the ornate landscaping; lurking between the double parked SUVs, are the shadows of their alter egos. remnants of their forgotten pasts, ghosts of lives left behind, and an ever present, chilling reminder of the possibility...of a suburban future.

in case you were wondering

4 enemas, 2.5 hours of surgery, 4 puncture wounds and 3 prescriptions later, i've been relegated to 2 weeks in suburbia with nothing but a dvd player and (among others) sex and the city, season 6. it's a good thing i have a lovely bouquet of flowers cheering me up (and did i mention the digicam?)!

Tattooed produce

A world with stickerless fruit?!?! Let us hope that this never happens.

A day at the races

Woodbine Racetrack. Hadn't been since 1987 -- the only memento from that long-ago visit is a photo of my brother and me, posing at the Woodbine Centre's Fantasy Fair after a scorching afternoon at the Queen's Plate. I do believe I was the only person there in red shorts and suspenders. Will post as soon as I find that picture.
I played the wuss and made most of my wagers on PLACING rather than WINNING. Voula showed courage and was rewarded with several big wins (as big as they get on $2 wagers). I'd forgotten how much waiting around there was at the races. The more experienced betters fill these lulls by placing wagers on races happening at other tracks. Perhaps the next time I go, and I decide to commit more than $20 to the wagers, and am not too lazy to constantly return to the wickets, I'll play along with these pros -- stand beside them below multiple monitors, cursing/cheering/bashing my rolled-up programme against my palm/shaking my head in disappointment/clapping with glee -- what the heck, I could still join them without making any bets.

O-town follies

I'm in Ottawa, and it's a breathtakingly beautiful weekend. Ironically, there's no smog unlike the big TO(e) - hurrah. I saw Rufus Wainwright at Bluesfest last night and he was good; tonight it's sister Martha Wainwright. I dunno, Rufus W has a great voice but I still prefer Hawksley Wainwright (or even Luther Wainwright & the WainWrongs).

Today I witnessed the changing of the gourd. Except they spell it 'guard'. These O-towners have no sense of humour.

Oh - and if when driving up the 416 to the big O, you are ever tempted to 'follow the signs' and 'take the scenic route', don't bother. I think those signs are paid for by the forty townhouse developments that pockmark said scenic route with their 'Subdivision of the Year' billboards.

Anyway I hope to go to Montreal Saturday, but the trip to Newfoundland will have to wait for a another month. Don't worry St. John's, I'm coming!

Belgian Waffle party tomorrow

Come to the Chateau around 9:30pm to test the first batch from our brand new waffle iron!

Can M.Bonhomme make batter from scratch? Find out tomorrow. There'll be ice cream too (without which, Belgian desserts taste just waffle).

Yippee.

Almost a statistic - happy to be alive

I was almost killed on my bike this afternoon. Snuffed out like a squirrel, yowch. One moment I'm clipping along eastbound at College/Ossington, next moment my rear wheel stuck in the goddamn streetcar-track sent me flying sideways onto the asphalt toward the sidewalk. Yikes. It all happened in like 0.0005 seconds; I crashed and burned, Funniest Home Video-type stuff, but hopped up immediately on pure adrenaline and was helped to the curb by a shocked and concerned pedestrian couple. I suffered some mildly nasty roadrash and a few bleeding body parts - luckily I was able to walk right home to clean up and otherwise postpone my day by 45 minutes. But had I fallen in the other direction I would have landed right in oncoming traffic, to be mashed into roadkill a la Bonhomme. Double yikes. As it is I'm lucky to complain about my half-dozen cuts and bruises - and the fact that incessant construction along College forces bikes to weave in and out of traffic and put their lives in streetcar-track peril.

And no, I wasn't wearing a helmet. From now on I will. And you should too.

Ps Peaches' wheels were a bit out of alignment after the fall, but a little tinkering with the allen key and she should be fine. Thank heavens.

Pun Gents Birthday Bonanza!

Click the ladies below to view Flavio's Bday slideshow



Thanks to everyone for showing up. It was a Hoot!