Thursday, November 3, 2016
I'm going to Montreal by myself on Saturday.
Yes. I said by myself. No A. No children. Just me.
And now I have to figure out what to do in a huge city for an entire day. With so many options, the paradox of choice is becoming apparent.
Food will feature prominently. I know my priorities. If I'm feeling ambitious I might even go to some sort of cultural location.
Or maybe I'll just wander the city in a daze, completely befuddled by my unencumbered travels. It's been awhile.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Sunday, October 30, 2016
****WARNING: Dead animal photos ahead****
Because sometimes, dinner is caught accidentally in a trap and proudly borne home to me by my mighty mini-trappers.
This is a snowshoe hare that very unluckily for it walked into a fisher trap A. had set behind our house.
Unluckily for it, but lucky for us. It was delicious.
* Actually I don't do meal planning because I find it irritating to have something I'm supposed to do because it's on a list. I don't take direction well. Even from myself.