water for elephants, the most recent work from canadian author sara gruen, features some of the most spectacular ligatures this reader has seen in some time: the tail on the capital 'Q' trails on not just under the subsequent 'u' but well into the next letter as well. spectacular! luxuriant! 5 stars!
o how the king of kings hath fallen; o how the lord of lords hath stooped low. what false messiah is this? what judas is he, as he betrayeth those who did once praise him? he of impeccable tailoring and sumptuous fabrics, I shall forgive him not his sartorial sins. it is but lucifer himself who could be possessed of such sloth, such a deadly sloth as to come before us in a polarfleece pullover.
dear visiting elective student,
it is a good thing you are not getting a peer evaluation from me, because in my book, asking if my shirt and cufflinks came as a set is grounds for failure.
his belly pleasantly full with sweet potato latkes, simon poured himself a cup of coffee and began his search for the hanukkah chocolate, which mila had evidently hidden:
"mila, it's okay if I eat some of the chocolate, right?"
mila never replied, so it seemed she had no objection to simon helping himself to a square or two of ghirardelli in celebration of the festival of lights. simon continued his search for the chocolate, hoping that he might also stumble upon some sufganiyot, or at the very least a krispy kreme.
p.s. mila please be quiet when you get home from the hospital as I will probably be in a deep, oil-induced slumber, and will not want to be disturbed.
mila reports that she did indeed water the tree, and with the appropriate dose of stagrow, no less. no details yet whether or not the orchid was gently misted
mila, I hope you remembered to water the christmas tree while I was gone. and lightly mist your orchid's roots. and you better have used some of that stagrow in the tree water.
p.s. there was no restrainedly decorated tree in the call room.
if weekends were judged in foie gras ravioli and cashmere earmuffs, then it would have been a very good weekend indeed.
I think I pulled a muscle last night while pounding out christmas carols on the piano. two take home messages from this incident:
1) I will probably need some time off work. I think a good week of bed rest and daytime tv would get me back into top form.
2) I am fully in the christmas spirit. bring on the nog.
today was my last day in clinic here in wingham. it went pretty well, really. saw some patients, wore my stethoscope around, talked to some old people, drank some coffee, pretended to listen to a few hearts, ate some cake. if it weren't for the pap smears, I could get used to this.
who died and gave stacy london a talk show? is it not enough that daytime television is thoroughly polluted with rachael ray's self-indulgent dreck? must her mildly less impaired, though equally obnoxious, sister also grace our screens for an hour each day? if one of the what not to wear hosts was to get a talk show, who on earth chose nails-on-chalkboard stacy over amusingly effete clinton?
I am not 100% sure that wingham is anywhere near walkerton but they sound pretty similar to me and if walkerton can get e. coli why not wingham? so now I am terrified of getting e. coli from the drinking water and I have not been drinking enough and now I am thoroughly dehydrated.
wingham rush hour is so cute. for about a block there, it was fully stop-and-go traffic as at least half a dozen cars pulled out of the tim hortons parking lot and another two or three nosed their way out of the complimentary roadside parking. I think I almost got road rage.
away from the oppressive tyranny of mila, simon is free to consume egg nog at any time that he might wish. and he wishes now. and so he is drinking a nice tall glass of breakfast nog, his very first of the season, and it is delicious.
p.s. I was slightly put off by this new non-refrigerated nog at loblaws, but other than the fact that one must now patiently wait for the nog to chill before consuming, this new nog seems quite satisfactory. if anything, even richer than before - do I detect butter notes?
mila really cannot be left home alone. I am back in wingham for only one day and she goes and creates this one-dish abomination. using leftovers I made, no less:
mila's curry in a hurry
1) heat oil in frying pan (non-stick, or stick if non-stick still dirty in sink)
2) add leftover asian noodles; move around with tongs
3) make and add chicken broth; tong some more
4) add curry powder and liza's lizano costa rican curry sauce; more tongs
5) add frozen corn
6) add leftover zucchini
7) add leftover lemongrass curry chicken
8) clean tongs with spoon; taste curry
9) serve
10) enjoy!
there is a farm nearby that sells animal fats. I wonder if they carry goose fat. horse? I could really go for a pound or two of horse fat.
could someone please direct me to the hospital photo id retakes department?
pro:
food network and hgtv at the apartment here in wingham.
con:
wingham.
if my delusional patient had read me one more passage from the bible before I fled the psychiatric hospital last week, I swear I would have had to start a jihad on him or something.
