There’s a bit of a blogging backlog happening over here, because I seem to be doing stuff faster than I can blog about it. In the interests of catching up, here’s a whirlwind summary of the week’s highlights.
Eating:
Von’s for breakfast, Irene’s for a Beau’s beer after the Glebe Flea Market. The Golden Palace for dinner. Fil’s Diner for the best club sandwich in Ottawa and Fil’s Diner again for Sunday breakfast. Homemade roasted vegetable soup from my new cookbook of 300 soups. One down, 299 to go.
Events:
The Carp Fair, complete with giant hungry snakes, model railroads, well-groomed horses, suckling piglets, ferris wheels, funny-shaped fruit contests, cows, cowboys and bumper cars. Here’s a picture of GC and me at our very favourite part of the Carp Fair, which was the House of Mirrors. This picture doesn’t do it justice but we laughed till I almost wet my pants. Almost.
The Buddhist Cowgirl Birthday Party. Donna invited twenty women to help her celebrate her 60th birthday. (60! She still looks exactly like her Grade 2 school picture.) The theme was cowgirls or cocktail dresses. There wasn’t a cocktail dress in sight: all twenty women came as cowgirls. It was a blast. The only thing that might have made it better was a mechanical bull. Giddy-Up-Go cocktails were served, which are a tasty and potent combination of vodka, triple sec, pomegranate juice and lime juice. I paced myself, but still had a bit of a Giddy-Up-Go-Woe hangover in the morning.
Hiking, sort of. The Gatineau Hills aren’t quite in full autumnal splendor yet, but they’re getting there. We checked the forecast first and headed for the Hills. The plan was to hike the O’Brien trail up to the ruins and the waterfall. The sky was looking kind of ominous, but we knew it wouldn’t rain because the forecast said so. Ahem. Plan B, formulated quickly after the skies opened up and poured rain, was to go back to Ottawa and visit the art gallery but we ended up at the casino instead.
The Casino. I lost $23 and GC won 500 nickels.
And that’s my week, more or less. I’m all caught up now.
The Gleb Flea Market was a lot better than I expected. Alot less ‘juke’ and more good finds. I got a really nice wool sweater and A. got tons of old Hot Rod magazine. It was really fun, I’d love to go again. Too bad this isn’t a regular thing.
name of cookbook please!
Fitting that the O’Brien trail leads to ruins…
Did you see Bonnie slinging beer at the Carp Fair?
J, I got a book on knitting and a book on vintage clothing.
Carmen – Okay! It’s called 300 Sensational Soups.
Nancy – ha ha ha!
Deb – no, but the beer tent looked like it was rockin’ when we walked by. If I’d known Bonnie was in there, I’d have stopped in for a beer.
but what I really want to hear is your thoughts on the poverty debate. I sat through the interminable canned question and answer period, and had to leave just when it got interesting – when all the real people in the audience asked questions.
love the pic of the momma pig and piglets
I had a bacon cheeseburger and a poutine at Fil’s Diner a couple days ago, was most excellent.
I live in a fairly rural area, and yearn for even more-rural.
But, Zoom, I swear, you’re the only person on the planet who could make me think that maybe living in a city wouldn’t be so bad…
I’m enjoying the idea of Carp Fair. Carp Fair…
yes I was beer maid at the fair on Sat. Too bad you didn’t stop in for a pint. I’ll be there next year too!
Okay.. I’ll bite where is Fil’s Diner?
Fil’s Diner is on Wellington near Holland. It’s one-third of a three-part operation which includes a bowling alley and Daniel O’Connell’s Pub. Good stuff, check it out.