This is the picture I didn’t take of Su and I at a Punjabi restaurant talking and laughing over mango lassis and paneer pakoras.
Making Aunt Lillian’s recipe for Keith; a bit lighter.
The family fruitcake recipe…dark, rich and boozy.
Met with Cassandra at the Old Mill Pub in Creemore and talked about brewing and feminism. Not a bad way to spend the night!
Deer crossing the road on my morning commute. The taste of coffee and the smell of the mash in the quiet mornings. The cheerful voices of my coworkers as they come in, people I like working with. Seeing a rainbow arcing across a patch of blue sky after a dull rainy morning. The taste of a perfect butter tart from the bakery on my way home. #brewerlife #itsagoodlife #gratitudeweek2019
Eating apple cake and ice cream first. Not because I’m a grownup and can do whatever I want, but because I’m a grownup who wants to sleep.
Dessert before bed = hours of tossing and turning.
Our tomatoes are officially finished. We have canned the last!
Nothing says fine dining like a frozen pineapple pizza.
Alternate text: the cost of my laziness is tastelessness.
This is the photo I didn’t take of the Owen Sound Ribfest in a parking lot on a grey drizzling day, 6 barbecue companies all with giant displays, all crowing about their first place wins, tables in front of each piled with slightly grubby and worn trophies.
Chopped everything for chilli sauce, made borscht, and Keith made me cinnamon rolls.