Dinner at Tutti Matti
A few weeks ago, Chef Alida Solomon from Tutti Matti gave a cooking demo at our local St. Andrew’s Market, where she cooked baby heirloom tomatoes with garlic, olive oil, salt and fresh basil to make a delicious sauce for pasta. The fates conspired against getting a large pot of water to the boil that [...]
Lest we forget
Today, my father — a World War II veteran who turned 84 two days ago — will march in his small town’s Remembrance Day parade. His knees are too bad these days to do the entire parade, but he’ll march from the church service to the cenotaph for the wreath-laying ceremony. Joining the Canadian Navy [...]
Wii Therapy
A couple of weeks ago, we attended b5media‘s party to celebrate their new office space, and I found that the foozball tables of pre-boom tech offices have been replaced by a higher-tech equivalent: the Wii. I scored the high bowling score that night, in spite of having only bowled once in real life in the [...]
Pioneer days in the county
Just finished a long weekend here (yesterday was a holiday and we took Friday off) at my parents’ cottage in Prince Edward County. We always have a list of jobs to do when we go down there for the weekend; this weekend it included: Installing the Wii and teaching them how to use it Getting the [...]
End of an era
I’ve been reading lately about the last of the Canadian WWI soldiers; men now in their 100′s, but who never saw battle since they were underage so either never shipped overseas or kept far from harm’s way. Soon, we’re going to start seeing the same phenomenon for the WWII soldiers, except for me, that’s a [...]
Where have all the t-shirts gone?
Back in the good old days, you couldn’t turn around at a tech conference without being handed a t-shirt with a logo on it. In the past few years, however, t-shirts have gone out of style as conference schwag, to be replaced with USB flash drives, coffee mugs, and this year’s favourite, notebooks of various [...]
It’s Catholic
When people ask me how I survived a week with my boyfriend, Damir, at his parents’ place in Croatia, when they don’t speak English and I don’t speak Croatian, I often tell the story of how Damir really sucks at translating. We were out walking one day in Osijek and came across a beautiful cathedral [...]
