A Rainy Day
It's been grey and rainy, all day. So, it was a good lie in type of morning though we shortly had to brave the weather to run errands.
Coffee and a Danish
Our first stop was at the Danish Bazaar which was being held at the Ron Kolbus Centre by Britannia Beach. It wasn't really what we'd expected - I think we were both expecting a more craft oriented fair. Instead it was mostly celebrating Danish food.
Ordinarily, I'd be jumping for joy, knocking down little old ladies and then sampling the delights in preparation for an epic blog post. However, as we'd just eaten about 45 minutes prior, I decided that it would be better if I didn't stuff myself silly. A first time for everything, I spose.
I See Your Mouse, and Raise you a Keyboard
My trusty Logitech 104 Deluxe died - the space bar gave up the ghost, andanythingItyped didn't have spaces. This situation was untenable, and required immediate rectification. It's really hard to find a basic keyboard anymore. The reason I liked the 104 Deluxe was there was no fancy dancy tomfoolery with hot keys or the like. My requirements are simple but exact:
The Cheesecake
It's cooling. It will be awesome.
Indian
The Singer and I went to V & S's for dinner last night - they treated us to a wonderful vegetarian, Indian dinner; dhal (lentils), matar (peas), aloo (cauliflower), chana masala (chick peas), chapatis (think Indian tortillas) and raita. Oh, and the most divine spicy little tomato based soup that practically sung the virtues of the coriander garnish.
Needless to say I stuffed myself.
No, You Can't Have One Right Now. No, You Can't Have That One.
Null and Britgal were also in attendance, along with their little one. The rumours are true, she is oh so cute and she has Null wrapped around her finger. He's totally a dad.
Coffee and a Danish
Our first stop was at the Danish Bazaar which was being held at the Ron Kolbus Centre by Britannia Beach. It wasn't really what we'd expected - I think we were both expecting a more craft oriented fair. Instead it was mostly celebrating Danish food.
Ordinarily, I'd be jumping for joy, knocking down little old ladies and then sampling the delights in preparation for an epic blog post. However, as we'd just eaten about 45 minutes prior, I decided that it would be better if I didn't stuff myself silly. A first time for everything, I spose.
I See Your Mouse, and Raise you a Keyboard
My trusty Logitech 104 Deluxe died - the space bar gave up the ghost, andanythingItyped didn't have spaces. This situation was untenable, and required immediate rectification. It's really hard to find a basic keyboard anymore. The reason I liked the 104 Deluxe was there was no fancy dancy tomfoolery with hot keys or the like. My requirements are simple but exact:
- Full size backspace key.
- Full size \ key.
- A single row enter key.
- The space bar must, in fact, be a bar and not something that looks like it should be attached to a 14th century halberd used to defend against a calvary charge by the Moors.
- Must not cost more than a mission to Mars.
The Cheesecake
It's cooling. It will be awesome.
Indian
The Singer and I went to V & S's for dinner last night - they treated us to a wonderful vegetarian, Indian dinner; dhal (lentils), matar (peas), aloo (cauliflower), chana masala (chick peas), chapatis (think Indian tortillas) and raita. Oh, and the most divine spicy little tomato based soup that practically sung the virtues of the coriander garnish.
Needless to say I stuffed myself.
No, You Can't Have One Right Now. No, You Can't Have That One.
Null and Britgal were also in attendance, along with their little one. The rumours are true, she is oh so cute and she has Null wrapped around her finger. He's totally a dad.
posted by Serdic at 22:10
2 Comments:
Um, about that cheesecake. What? No pictures? It's bad enough we don't get a taste but we can't see it either?
Don't toy with me when it comes to cheesecake buster!
Cheers,
Kiy
No pictures -- it's all gone! Serdic was kind enough to make it as a birthday cake for two of my dearest friends who both have birthdays this week. We have a monthly girls' night and last night happened to be my turn to host and, well, you can imagine what was left after seven women descended on this cheesecake.
My friends agreed it was a damn shame he was already taken. I told them they'd have to get through me, and I fight dirty. Especially when it comes to cheesecake.
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