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Quite a lot of leaves fell in Wednesday's all day rain, including the maple across the street that glows so lovely under the streetlamps at night, and the aspen beside it is half denuded, reminding me of what November will look like. My own two trees have shed enough to cover mine and NND's front steps and walks. I swept some this afternoon, but I need a leaf bag and rake to do the job properly.
The view up the street is still autumn brocade-- old gold, maroon, lemon yellow, bright red, deep green, and various others. Walking in the other direction earlier and passing under a stretch of all gold maples, I flashbacked to a length of gold velvet I'd had in my early teens. I've no idea where I got it from but the why I remember clearly. It reminded me of the production of Richard II that was my first experience of live action (or, come to that, film action) Shakespeare. Presumably there were other bright colours involved in it, but the sumptuous gold and velvet was what stuck.
My childhood reading of that English classic, The Gentle Falcon, had acquainted me with the historical background sof the play, so that I could explain it to my fellow students. We saw Richard because that was what was on, not because we were studying it. The choice that season was between Richard and King Lear, and presumably the nuns thought the former to be less traumatising. Good call: everyone who does Lear loves to pull out all the stops with the storm and my startle reaction to sudden loud noises would have been sorely tried.
Otherwise I trundle about on aching muscles, not joints. Am being disappointed on the food front. Went down to the greengrocers to see if there were still strawberries to be had and there were: Ontario for $7 a carton or organic for half that. So I got two organic cartons that have the bonus of being in papier maché boxes, not unrecyclable green plastic crates. Turns out they have no taste at all. Then tried out the new fried chicken place that replaced KFC, Mary Brown's. Supposedly a Canadian Maritime chain, supposedly better chicken than Popeye's. And yes, the chicken was plump and tender but you have to ask for the non-spicy version or else they slather the bun in hot sauce. I'm not only not a fan of hot as a sensation, I hate the taste of hot sauce, period. It kills the flavour of anything you put it on, much as catsup does. And catsup at least has sweet noted in it; hot sauce is sour.
So, having eaten the chicken without the coating or the bun, I came home intending to stir fry some broccoli and tofu in ginger. I don't use enough non-olive oil to buy bottles of peanut or canola or grapeseed or anything you can heat to high temps, and anyway oil is also getting expensive. But I was pleased to find small bottles of stir fry oil at Loblaws, that I could use up before it went rancid. What I hadn't noticed was that it was garlic-infused oil which I think is intended to supplement, not replace, a more regular oil. And though you don't need much for the small portions I was cooking, still however I feel about garlic (not a great fan), garlic definitely still dislikes me. Stomach has been rumbling all evening.
On the up side, my Ima Ichikos arrived in extremely prompt fashion. Worth the additional $25 I paid for delivery, though why the Japanese PO still won't deliver things by airmail or SAL is a mystery to me. Or maybe they do but Buyee insists on using a delivery service for everything overseas.
The view up the street is still autumn brocade-- old gold, maroon, lemon yellow, bright red, deep green, and various others. Walking in the other direction earlier and passing under a stretch of all gold maples, I flashbacked to a length of gold velvet I'd had in my early teens. I've no idea where I got it from but the why I remember clearly. It reminded me of the production of Richard II that was my first experience of live action (or, come to that, film action) Shakespeare. Presumably there were other bright colours involved in it, but the sumptuous gold and velvet was what stuck.
My childhood reading of that English classic, The Gentle Falcon, had acquainted me with the historical background sof the play, so that I could explain it to my fellow students. We saw Richard because that was what was on, not because we were studying it. The choice that season was between Richard and King Lear, and presumably the nuns thought the former to be less traumatising. Good call: everyone who does Lear loves to pull out all the stops with the storm and my startle reaction to sudden loud noises would have been sorely tried.
Otherwise I trundle about on aching muscles, not joints. Am being disappointed on the food front. Went down to the greengrocers to see if there were still strawberries to be had and there were: Ontario for $7 a carton or organic for half that. So I got two organic cartons that have the bonus of being in papier maché boxes, not unrecyclable green plastic crates. Turns out they have no taste at all. Then tried out the new fried chicken place that replaced KFC, Mary Brown's. Supposedly a Canadian Maritime chain, supposedly better chicken than Popeye's. And yes, the chicken was plump and tender but you have to ask for the non-spicy version or else they slather the bun in hot sauce. I'm not only not a fan of hot as a sensation, I hate the taste of hot sauce, period. It kills the flavour of anything you put it on, much as catsup does. And catsup at least has sweet noted in it; hot sauce is sour.
So, having eaten the chicken without the coating or the bun, I came home intending to stir fry some broccoli and tofu in ginger. I don't use enough non-olive oil to buy bottles of peanut or canola or grapeseed or anything you can heat to high temps, and anyway oil is also getting expensive. But I was pleased to find small bottles of stir fry oil at Loblaws, that I could use up before it went rancid. What I hadn't noticed was that it was garlic-infused oil which I think is intended to supplement, not replace, a more regular oil. And though you don't need much for the small portions I was cooking, still however I feel about garlic (not a great fan), garlic definitely still dislikes me. Stomach has been rumbling all evening.
On the up side, my Ima Ichikos arrived in extremely prompt fashion. Worth the additional $25 I paid for delivery, though why the Japanese PO still won't deliver things by airmail or SAL is a mystery to me. Or maybe they do but Buyee insists on using a delivery service for everything overseas.