The blue skies of Calgary in the winter can be deceiving. There is a very special breed of Calgarian who ignores the information on the temperature gauge and instead dresses based on what the sky looks like. You can see these purple legged people everywhere, running along the pathway system, wearing shorts despite the minus 20 temperatures. It appears that I have birthed one of these people.
But hey, it's Friday, it's February, AND it's a PD day, which I love. I am still in my sweaty yoga clothes, the kids are in their jammies playing Poke Park on the Wii, and I'm trying to figure out what to do with the giant batch of vegan sour "cream" I made yesterday. I was reminded after I made it why I avoid soy. Possibly this can be used as an ingredient in some other recipe; it certainly cannot be used on its own because NASTY. Oh well, either I salvage it or I forfeit $1.49 worth of soft tofu. The consequences are not that dire.
I went shopping at Costco yesterday, which isn't generally my favourite thing to do, but thanks to short lineups and the fact that only one person disparaged my choice of almond milk, it wasn't too bad. At least I wasn't buying this:
Cocoa Pebbles! I had no idea those were still in production. I have never actually eaten these in my life: my mother, wise woman, did not believe in sugar cereals for children. Once in a while we had Honey Nut Cheerios, but that was the extent of it. Still, someone must be eating them. At first the words "Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs" popped into my head, but then I realized that is advertising for a totally different cocoa-flavoured-cartoon-branded-cereal.
I'm not criticizing, mind you. Critiquing people's grocery choices is so not me. Hell, for all I know this is a base for a Rice-Krispie-esque Square. Perhaps a Valentine's Day treat for that special someone. Speaking of Valentine's Day, I came across this on Facebook, and I wish I knew the creator:
For example, this morning I was scrolling through news headlines and saw "Ed Koch Died In The Closet." The first - the very first - thought that went through my head was how did he die in a closet? Did he fall into the closet, and did no one find him? Poor guy. Then I read the article. OH. Light bulb. I took that for a sign I needed more coffee.
Then, to top off my nuttiness, I realized that there is a whole folder of messages in my Facebook account that I didn't know was there! A sweet note from a woman at the Yoga Shala, from OCTOBER that I had obviously never replied to since I didn't know it was there. Rude! Also in that folder, this classy note from an unknown stranger:
Hello, I am Oscar. I am 45 year old and i am italian live California. I came across your profile and it would be my pleasure if we can be close friends...
Is this how people meet people these days? It creeped me out - possibly unfairly. I mean, maybe Oscar just needs a friend. A CLOSE friend. Anyone want to be Oscar's friend? Anyone?