Sunday, 11 October 2009
Long weekend reading...and eating
It's Thanksgiving here in Canada and I've been reading my fat novel (courtesy of Anthony Trollope) a lot, but not as much as I'd hoped to; I'm hoping to make up for it tomorrow. I'm reading Can You Forgive Her?, the first of the Palliser novels, and I'm enjoying it immensely.
The Victorians are so tough and awesome. Look at Trollope here; you know that if you got into a fight with him, he'd poke you in the eyes and then kick you in the back when you fell down before running away with all your money. Just kidding. Sugar high!
(I'd also planned to win the Nobel Prize for sleeping this weekend but that's looking like it's a bust; the award is likely going to go to some teenager who's barely done anything but appears to be the epitome of potential awesomeness.)
I ate a lot tonight. I made a pumpkin "cheese" pie with a gluten-free (father-in-law has Celiac) crust for dessert; I'm told it turned out well but I can't be sure as I don't actually like pumpkin pie in any form. This didn't keep me from eating a bunch of course; the celestial cream and chocolate ganache that went on top were pretty kick-ass! What I'm saying is that, in spite of all my efforts, I did what nature intended and ate way too much. Now I feel sick with quintuplet food babies.
I can't complain though because as Juno and Mac guy reveal here, Canadian Thanksgiving can be much less fun than a simple over-full belly. Ha!
If you're Canadian, I hope you're enjoying your long weekend! If you're not, and you're American, rest assured I will also be eating too much with you in spirit in November. My Nana was born in Colfax, Washington; it's only right to honour her memory by making myself barfy with over-consumption in tandem with my 15th American cousins, 42 times removed!