Hidden amongst our cookbook collection is a battered copy of Culinary Treasures: Centennial 1867 – 1967 by the Saint Basil’s Ukrainian Women’s League. One recipe that I’m particularly fond of is the Cranberry Tea loaf, submitted by a Mrs. S. Topechka. I am a huge proponent of cranberries as I believe they are probably the… Continue reading Bored Baking: Episode 2 – Mrs. Topechka’s Round House Kick Tea Loaf ft. DAVID’s TEA
Here in Calgary it is Stampede season, which means we are about to be inundated by approximately 3.7 billion people who come visit the city for ten days in an effort to relive what they presume to be an accurate rendition of the Old Timey West. Two things happen when the Calgary Stampede goes on:… Continue reading Surviving the 2015 Calgary Stampede
It’s becoming quite clear that I have numerous interesting neighbors. Dear Mr. and/or Mrs. Hobgoblin Neighbor, Kudos, to you, o’ grotesque one. Your complete and utter disregard for the rest of us living in the condo is Bond Villain-esque! If Sean Bean had the cojones to act as you did, surely he would have survived… Continue reading An Open Letter to my Hobgoblin Neighbor
I like a lot things in life. I like bunnies, cupcakes, kitty cats, the word 'snorkel', banana bread (with or without walnuts), lime flavoured things, and Final Fantasy VII. I do not like my arthritis. It is degenerative, which I am told is a bad thing. Ergo, I dislike it even more. I don't like… Continue reading Walk to Fight Irony!
My Fellow Albertans, The polls are open in Alberta, and to save you both time and aggravation, I feel it prudent to make my announcement ahead of the officially polling day. I, people of Alberta, your noble Integrity Commissioner for the City of Calgary, am your new Premier. I know, I know. You’re thinking What… Continue reading An Open Letter to the People of Alberta: Behold, Your New Premier (is me)
This is my soapbox. That’s why I write open letters wherein I complain to people, places, things. Basically any noun that really grinds my gears. On very few occasions have I ever found myself so truly enraged by something that I felt the need to take it to the streets. Nope, the good ol’ written… Continue reading All Hail the Mighty Soapbox
Dear Overly Passive Aggressive Neighbor, You’re upset. I get that. It’s tough living in a multi-family building, especially when you move in expecting ethereal peace and, I assume, the dulcet tones of Enya to wake you up in the morning. Obviously you missed the previous amendment to the condo regulations where it was stated that… Continue reading An Open Letter to My Overly Passive Aggressive Neighbor
Sometimes I think people forget that chronic pain isn’t a simply a struggle that exists in the moment. For every minute of pain there are five other minutes of fear and confusion and worries about what the future will hold. In that way, chronic pain is a pervasive aspect that touches on the past, present,… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries, Part II
Dear City of Calgary Council, Integrity Commissioner here, thought maybe I would chime in on this whole 'funding for public art' issue that has been troubling some of you for the last little while. Of course the drop in oil prices has us all panicking and retreating to our Campbell's Soup-Stocked emergency shelters and panic… Continue reading Yet Another Open Letter to the City of Calgary and the City Council “Art? I am the art!”
Sharing a bed with someone is like a war that is fought entirely by special ops agents who act out in the most deviant ways possible. Their methods for gaining the upper hand are based around dirty tricks and propaganda delivered in nightly air raids. If you're lucky you have a larger military force on… Continue reading In Which a War is Waged
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