Last night, my father and I decided to use up the remainder of our rather ancient watermelon in the blender with some vodka. It wasn’t inedible, it just didn’t taste prime anymore, and so we thought a blend of watermelon, vodka, and ice would be the best way to avoid waste. Boy were we in for a surprise!
Nelson, British Columbia, is likely my second favourite city in BC, after Victoria. The reasons that make Victoria and Nelson a cut above most other communities include a wide array of historic buildings, a strong contingent of community driven businesses rather than large multinationals, a rather tolerant left leaning culture, beautiful geography, and fantastic places to go for a drink! In Nelson one of the places to be is surely the Library Lounge within the historic Hume Hotel!
Back in August I had the pleasure to work with one Mr. Erwin, who was a great help in coming up with all sorts of silly ironic food ideas to consume. Our first creation was the popcorn chicken poutine. Then one day we decided that we should drink Caesars after work, complete with the addition of mini sliders!
For those of you who have never heard of Mail Art, it is essentially a global movement of anything creative that can be sent via post. Most often this means homemade postcards and drawings on envelopes, but it can also involve music, poetry, and found art. For those readers requiring further explanation, the Wikipedia page is a good read, and Ross Priddle’s blog Bentspoon is a prime example of an all encompassing, non thematic, ongoing Mail Art exhibit. Poke about his archives a little bit; the Mail Art he has received ranges from the bizarre to the beautiful. For examples of a themed exhibit, take a look at this one about Marie Antoinette, or this one about Welcome to Montana.
Earlier this week was of course St. Patrick’s Day, and I spent most of the day sampling stouts, taking the odd nip of whiskey, and listening to a lot of very fine Irish music. I had some Guinness, some home-brewed coffee stout, and some Dark Matter, along with a dab of Jameson’s, and a large dosage of Pogues, Waterboys, Van Morrison, Undertones, and various other Irishey songs. While all this was going on in Victoria, my sister was back home in Vernon, sipping on a bottle of Mike’s Hard black cherry lemonade, apparently because it was left over from a party and she was curious. She then sent me some photos of the bottle and her own tasting notes, which prompted me to write a blog post. God knows it saved me the effort of having to write my own tasting notes on St. Patrick’s Day!
This year on Valentine’s Day, my friend Ian and I spent the evening watching the ICC Cricket World Cup, drinking caesars, and generally grumbling about our lives. You see, there were girls that we wanted to meet, but could not, and contacting them was a rather delicate situation. Let them know via handheld telegram (text message) that we were thinking of them on such a commercialized holiday and risk seeming unoriginal and more attached than one should be at our respective stages, or ignore them at our own peril? So we decided to do what many men in need of self medicating and a change of disposition should do: head downtown for a change of scenery and a pint in an attempt to leave behind our depressing states of mind. Hopping on the bus, we set our sights on James Bay’s own Bent Mast.
On a recent Friday, after my only class, I headed over to the campus community garden, where I got the bottom of my shoes muddy as well as one of my hands, while mostly just conversing with the dozen or so other gardeners. After a break for lunch, I attended a gathering at the First Peoples House, which was full of dancing, singing and feasting. Later on I had plans to meet some friends at the campus movie theatre to see La grande bellezza (The Great Beauty), but as they arrived early, and there was left over food being offered to all people, my friends joined me for some salmon and rice. As we walked across campus to the movie theatre, my one friend and I vowed not to waste any food at all, so we stuffed our mouths one handful at a time with fish and rice. I am hoping we did not make too much of a mess; it was ridiculous! Continue Reading