Scare in the Crow

I’d barely gotten off the plane from Vancouver before heading to work, then the company’s holiday party, then a sick day or two, then more work. I was ready for vacation.

First, though, we spent Monday night at The Burdock drinking delicious beer (Meube Noir, dark saison, APA) and watching My Father’s Son (fb | bandcamp) do an excellent live set, followed by a Christmas sing-along at The Three Speed well into the wee hours.


NOW I was ready for vacation. Thankfully I arrived at the farm two days ago. Stay tuned for stories of supreme relaxation.


Cover photo from the Three Speed twitter feed.

Cover photo by ByronV2, used under Creative Commons license

I cannot stuff any more food in my face

As is usually the case when we spend Christmas in Toronto, Nellie has prepared a Christmas feast. Or a series of feasts, as it were.

Christmas Eve

  • soppressata, prosciutto, cheese, and baguette w/ a Blue Mountain Gamay Noir 2013
  • scallops, shrimp, calamari, and red peppers w/ a Five Rows Sauvignon Blanc 2012
  • Green & Black’s sea salt dark chocolate w/ La Face Cachée de la Pomme Neige Première ice cider

Christmas morning

  • bacon and biscuits w/ Hinterland 2013 Whitecap mimosas

Christmas lunch

  • more of the soppressata, prosciutto, cheese, and sourdough bread w/ a Hidden Bench 2009 Tête de Cuvée Chardonnay

Christmas dinner

  • Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, turnip, carrots w/ a Le Clos Jordanne 2010 Claystone Terrace Pinot Noir


Cover photo by ByronV2, used under Creative Commons license


People who know me, or read this blog, know two things which would be very near the top of a list of things I love: chocolate and graphs. Thus, whoever purchased the gift shown below clearly knows me very well.

Chocolate pie chart, beetches

Coincidentally, the chart above is an accurate representation of my vacation so far:

  • dark chocolate = relaxing
  • milk chocolate = eating
  • white chocolate = admiring fancy chocolate pie charts

"Jesus Christ, Powell, he could be a f*cking bartender for all we know!"

Chrtistmas feels different this year. Maybe it’s because there’s not been any snow in Toronto (until today, but apparently it’ll be gone by tomorrow afternoon), or maybe it’s because all I’ve been able to think about lately is work, or maybe it’s because I’ve not been on a flight to NS and then relaxing on the family farm.

But today after I got home from work, it started to feel a little more like Christmas. Different Christmas. We have our own little traditions, like watching Die Hard (for me) and Love Actually (for her), eating loads of delicious food from Cumbrae’s and About Cheese and Moroco and drinking the bottle of wine I got Nellie last year. It doesn’t replace all the other things that feel like Christmas…it just adds to them.

In that, I suppose I’m lucky. There are a lot of people who have bad memories of Christmas, or no memories of it at all. That surplus of good fortune, not to mention the fact that we’re both happy, healthy and gainfully employed, prompted and allowed me to try to do a little bit to help some of the people who aren’t so lucky. And I figure that should be a Christmas tradition too.

Whatever you might be celebrating, wherever you’re celebrating it, I hope it’s a happy one. And I hope the peanut butter balls there are as good as the one I’m eating right now. Cheers, everybody.