The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
All 586 pictures are now online: http://www.flubu.com/various_pics/canada_oct_2012/
Highlights include:
Ingredients
500 ml maple syrup
500 ml single cream
1/2 cup butter, room temperature
1/2 cup milk
1 cup sugar
2 cups flour
2 eggs
2 tsp baking powder
1 pinch salt
Preheat oven to 200 °C (400 °F). In a heavy bottomed saucepan, bring the maple syrup and cream to the boil. Let boil for 2 minutes. Make sure it doesn’t boil over.
Cream together the sugar and butter. Add the eggs one by one. Fold in the dry ingredients, alternating with the milk. Pour the cake mix into a 13 X 9in pan.
Cover with the maple cream and cook for 35–40 minutes.
For something without eyes, the hand can sure roll them and be very expressive.
Briebrie the hamster is no more and has gone to the big cheerios bowl in the sky :-(
6:08pm. Finally in the plane. Child still alive, for now. It’s a close thing…
6:35pm. We’re taxiing and taking off, finally. Child seems to have calmed down a bit, praise the lord. This leg of the flight is 35 minutes late, but hopefully it should just mean that our 1h40m layover in Toronto is that much shorter.
8:30pm. Quiet-ish flight to Toronto. After the longest connection flight walk EVAR, we’re now sitting two rows from the back of the plane. Don’t really care, we’re close to a loo for the bean.
10:00pm. We still haven’t had a drink or a meal. Bean is wasting away. Seriously, this isn’t cool for the child.
11:15pm. Child fed, but still awake. Chillin now, so maybe sleep is a possibility soon. Tomorrow is going to be a looooooong day.
1:00am. As soon as I went to the toilet, Bean sprawled across both his seat and mine. I stayed up for a while, but in the end I couldn’t really spend the next two hours standing in the aisle so I tried to gently cram myself back into my seat. That didn’t go down well and he started to toss and turn and moan. I undid his seatbelt to see if that would help make him more comfortable. In a way, it did, because he in a series of impressive manoeuvres, he rolled out of his seat and ended up stretched out full-length on the floor.
3:00am (8:00am GMT). Bean is awake but zombiesque. He’s grumpy that it’s morning because he wants it to be dark outside so he can sleep.
8:45am. Landed.
We’re waiting in the airport gate and I’m >thiiiiiis< close to killing the child.
I’ve had more poutine in the last 2 weeks than I’ve had in the last 2 years! it amuses me to no end that the greasy spoon staple is now a fine dining meal item, to be served up with lobster or foie gras :-)
Cigars and booze: $200
Dinner for two: $230
Happy, relaxed Katy: priceless
My credit card is now going fuuuuuck off, I hate you!