Tuesday, 30 October 2012


One week to go.  I'm on tenterhooks.
Will the nation do the right thing?

I like Martin Amis' view.  The US has got to think about how the rest of the world would vote; to think about how the US would be perceived with Romney (described by Maureen Dowd as a shape-shifting chucklehead of mind boggling phoniness) at the helm.

Monday, 29 October 2012

Like a Drowned Rat-Culture and Recreation

"In The Bleak Midwinter... "

The song will have to wait for another time.  As most Ontarians take an extra dose of Happy Pills, I say, embrace the weather.  It's just a matter of layering and not resigning yourself to complaining about it.  (But we do it anyway.)

Took some pictures of the Niagara Escarpment.  Like the contrast of the dark tree trunks and the yellow branches in the rain.


Breathing and vision fully restored by late Friday  evening. Stocked the larder against the coming storm and took a few moments of R & R.  And it was mere moments.  Declined the beer in favour of the martini but ultimately went with a Horlicks.  Comfort food.  As I didn't have a vat of macaroni and cheese waiting for me when I got home, Horlicks was just the thing.  Malt & Barley-very fortifying; like a beer, only no alcohol.  Has a very soporific effect. 

9AM Saturday.  No light in the house and staggered from one room to the next trying to find something suitable to sweat in. Enthusiasm not running high for the workout, but, I went.  Six of us in total.  What were the other ten doing?  Nestled under their respective duvet? Dreaming of the big breakfast fry-up?  The instructor may as well have stayed home.  After two hours sleep she had dragged herself in after a night at the casino.  Self-motivation was key here.

13:00  Opera bound.  The most excruciating drive into town.  Had forgotten that the Ti-Cat game was on. Ticket holders clad in yellow longshoremen slickers and pants.   It's raining so of course everyone is doing 40kmh.  Why? 

The debacle that is the Tiger Cats.    What more can be said about this team? Pages have been devoted to it. The 2013 season is an unknown quantity at this stage.  The old stadium is coming down and they have nowhere to play.  The proposed stadium is smaller than this one, seating is reduced, parking is reduced.  Full exposure to the elements for the fans.  Going to be in the same spot as the existing venue which has proven to not work for the neighbourhood, the fans and the city at large.  One only has to look at the stadium time line of events to see that it is in fact clown suits Council wears and not the traditional shirt and tie.  (Ti-Cat management have been playing dress up also.)

Had the choice to join the Zombie Walk down at Bayfront Park.  Very tempting, but, went with the hunchback in the three piece suit.

Parked up and joined the queue to feed the meter.  There is no consensus on parking fees.  Think the meter is free on a Saturday.  The lots, no.  No one really knows.  Time was a little man in the green booth took a flat rate fee but now it's all automated.  No one dare risk not feeding the meter.  Fines being what they are.

14:00  Theatre facade under reconstruction and things didn't look good.  Pink rinse set in the seats.  Lots of canes and a poor women who had both feet in therapy boots.  I kept waiting for her to tip sideways and go over the aisle.  A few under 50's.   My seat mate was a "purse rummager"  and in distress.  Her friend was nowhere to be found and she was not pleased that another woman was sitting in her friend's spot.  Friend located at intermission.  This meant that the caned rummager made two round trips to the lobby.  I feared she too would go over the aisle.  Unfortunately, she slept through two thirds of the production, waking only when the soloists hit the high notes.  Do you jab strangers in the ribs to wake them up?  They've paid good money and it's an expensive nap.

Hamilton Place this is not, but Theatre Aquarius has turned into a good venue for Opera Hamilton.  The acoustics do not compare and the pit is hidden.  Traditionally first violin walks on followed by the conductor.  You just can't see anyone in this pit.  Speers did manage to poke his head above the stage, but, I think a step stool would go a long way here.  After all, you want to give the orchestra due credit and they did do a fine job.

This was a modern day Rigoletto set in penthouse boardrooms and karaoke bars.  Great voices.  I had two very chatty seatmates.  If you've lost track of the plot, don't confer with each other; read the program notes.  These two probably talk through movies-you know the type.  I had to shush them.  Someone had to take a stand.  You know everyone wants to take a stand, but, they're paralyzed with fear.  It's only a 'shush'.  I left the theatre a conquering hero.

18:00  The Pater was cooking dinner.  Excruciating drive East.  Who's familiar with The Green Wave?  If you hit the traffic lights right, you can get out of town in about fifteen minutes.  Just maintain 50kmh and you'll hit them just right.  BUT, you're up the proverbial if your timing's off.

Sunday roast beef on a Saturday night.  Mash, roast spuds, sprouts, winner of the World's Biggest Squash award, Yorkshire Pudding, gravy, cheese and biscuits, chocolate pastry.  Just the right elements on such a night.  I'd like to see more restaurants do a cheese and biscuit(crackers, to the uninitiated) course, but, it's still very much an Anglo thing.  Finishes the meal off.

Oblivious to the rain. The Merlot had worked its magic.

Sunday Afternoon.  Rain.  Decide to press on.

13:00  Final day of the Emily Carr exhibit at the AGH.  Here's a picture of the front door to the AGH.  Just want to make it absolutely clear.  There was a time when there wasn't a front door and getting in proved challenging for any visitors.  A front door was probably uppermost on the key players' minds when renovating.

And, the AGH letters are still in place.  One fell off in high wind and had to be re engineered. We'll see what happens with the coming storm.

Enjoyed the Carr exhibit. 


Adjacent to this was the Zinedine Zidane exhibit. Seventeen cameras filmed the footballer, exclusively, during a 2005 Real Madrid match. It’s a very intense ninety minutes of video. Close-ups of his head, feet, sweat. Runs ‘til April 28.

Caught the green wave out of town and headed to Walmart.  Mistake.  Hoards of parents looking for last minute Hallowe’en costumes.    Hoards of shoppers.  Can people think of nothing else on a rainy day but shop?  I grabbed my items and waited patiently in the queue.  Got to the car looking like a drowned rat.

15:00 Mohammed Hanif interview on Writers & Company.  Very eloquent man who felt very strongly that we should not be making heroes out of 14 year old Pakistani girls.  They should be doing what every other fourteen year old is doing, not trying to change policy and getting shot in the head for doing so.  Putting “A Case of Exploding Mangoes” on the reading list.

Home to the soothing sounds of Bach's Violin Concerto in A Minor.  Ahhhh.

18:00  Watching junior league (six year olds) hockey.  As their coach puts it, cat herding.  This was their second game, ever, and yes, there were some comic moments.  I give full credit to parents for getting their kids involved and spending every Friday, Saturday and Sunday at practise and games.  It was tough to concentrate on the game at times as three rather (I’ll be polite here) rambunctious children ran amok in the stands.  Whither parental control?? 

I do hope those of you out there who have decided to support OHL and local hockey during this silly business with Gary and his pals, will continue to do so if and when the strike comes to an end.  You say you will, but, why is it a challenge getting more than 3,000 of you in the stands during any given game?  The Big Boys can take care of themselves; give the OHL a chance.  You don’t really want to reward the NHL with your instant patronage.  Let us have our own strike.  Enough said about hockey.   

21:00  The Strombo Show and a recommendation for Hallowe’en.  The Devils, directed by Ken Russell.  Took an X-rating back in '71.  Oliver Reed and Vanessa Redgrave star.  Not for the faint of heart.  Enjoy!

Friday, 26 October 2012

Lincoln Alexander

Just listening to the Lincoln Alexander funeral.  We're not used to hearing people in raptures over politicians.

As Chancellor of the University of Guelph, Alexander conferred my degree upon me all those years ago.  Pleasure meeting him.

Hope we'll see the like again.

"How dull it is to pause; to make an end;
to rust unburnished, not to shine in use"

Thursday, 25 October 2012

The Ginger Restaurant~Niagara on the Lake

Did promise I would write about this restaurant and here we are.  Although, after sending my compliments to the restaurant, I was asked to post on Trip Advisor.  Why do we have go to these sources?  Can we not just take pot luck on something?  I always say it's enough that I've told you about it; you don't need six other opinions.  As with anywhere, you should always take a second trip and then make up your mind.

I was swapping restaurant recommendations recently and the crowd wanted to know where to go in Niagara on the Lake.

I've visited The Ginger on two previous occasions.  It is located at  390 Mary St.  in front of The Orchid Inn.  Heading North down Mississauga Road, turn left at the Tim Horton's and it's just at the bend in the road.

The Ginger is located a few blocks out of the NOTL core. Not a tourist trap. Well patronized by the locals so if you have had enough of battling the crowds, give it a try.

Asian Fusion vein of cooking.  Small menus for starter and mains.  Three desserts; all made from scratch. Vegetarian choice on each menu.

The restaurant is small and reservations are recommended.  I'm pre-theatre so it's always very quiet at 5PM. Tablecloth? Yes.  Cloth napkin? Yes.    Don't like this trend in better restaurants to plastic, picnic table style cloths.  The Trip Advisor pic does nothing for the restaurant.  Don't go by the reviewer photos. (One reviewer had nothing critical to say but did take the place to task about why there were no baskets of bread.  I ask you.  It is not an obligation to present bread baskets.  And this is not the type of restaurant that does bread.  If you have only positive comments don't reach for something that doesn't make sense.)

Black and white photography on the walls; very clean lines.  Service is prompt.  The host checks in on you during dinner but what I like is that you're pretty much left alone to enjoy your meal.  I cannot abide the constant badgering at some places.  How can I comment on the dinner if I haven't had a chance to eat it?  I do not need to be asked, "How is everything?"  each and every ten minutes.  We don't take enough time with our food these days.  Most of us are too busy shovelling it in.  Slow down and enjoy.

First visit went with the spring rolls and the coconut chicken.  Crisp, hot rolls and a very generous curry with lots of chicken and rice.  Very tasty.

Second meal was gazpacho followed by breast of duck with raspberry(no cherries-hurrah!), parsnip puree and roast potatoes.  Delicious.

Scratch desserts include mousse and creme brulee.  There's always room for dessert.  Recommend the mousse.

Menu items change so look upon this as an opportunity to find another favourite dish.  Please consider The Ginger when you're next in the Niagara region.

Tour of the Neighbourhood-Airport Road

"We should work but one day a week and take the other six to enjoy the glory that is nature."   Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thank-you Ralph.

Found the key to my shackles and broke free from the cube to take advantage of the 24 C weather.  A welcome relief after two days of thick fog and drizzle.  Like the birds, I'm heading further South as the days go by.  It was June '11 when I last passed this way.

Here's a shot from last June.  It's a little fuzzy as it was taken well past sunset. Liked the dark, creepy windows. Perhaps we'll have a "scary barn" post for Halloween. There's one 'round the corner from here that would make a great movie set. It's a little daunting even during the day.

And here's the same spot now.
Will have to find out when the barn came down.  Lot of wind recently, but, this was a fragile structure and would not have taken much to bring it down.  I have great affection for barns and farmyards. 
Signage at this part of the trail is still in progress.  A few walkers with their pets and someone on horseback even though the picture suggests the trail was devoid of human life. The sun did emerge.  A shirtless runner warming up.  I thought his car was stuck but those were push ups he was doing. Was it 'no shirt' weather? Apparently so.

Question.  Should we have a scoop policy for horses?  It's the same principle, no?
Old woods feel.   Nature shutting down, but, a splash of colour here and there.  Which painter used the little strokes of colour?  Turner?  Constable?   I'm going with Turner; someone will correct me.

Deep farm country.  More open views on this leg and a snicket into the farmer's field.

Took a sun bath on the way back.  Returned refreshed and ready to face the second half of the day.  Note to self:  next year, take some vacation days in October.

Next stop:  White Church Road- there must be a graveyard around here somewhere.

Monday, 22 October 2012

Homage to Cakers-Discovering the Inner Caker

For Sale:  disguise; used once to purchase Cheez Whiz, Campbell's soup and Dream Whip topping.

This past September holiday Monday, I was introduced to the Caker Blog by Brian Francis. Francis is a writer by trade (I recommend Fruit) and collector of cookbooks-Caker cookbooks.  I have had the pleasure of listening to Francis talk about his day job previously on CBC  but, never on food. He blogs on Caker cooking at the following link:


Thoroughly enjoyed the October 15th post.  Check it out. 

Francis shared his enthusiasm for Caker cookbooks with Ms. Rogers and The Next Chapter audience. We’ve heard the term Food Porn used many times with respect to the glossy publications available on the open market.  Francis’ collection comes from church socials, school fundraising ventures and community initiatives.  They are often plain and spiral bound with few photos or illustrations.
Self identifying as a Caker-some useful tips.  If you answer yes to the following questions, then you may be a Caker.

Do you have a jar of Cheez Whiz by the toaster? Do you stockpile commercially prepared tomato sauce? Is your whipped cream stored in the freezer or does it come from a pouch?  Do you often combine a vegetable, chicken, rice & Campbell’s Soup in a casserole dish?

(please click on the FAQ section of Francis' blog for more on Caker id)
Emphasis on convenience food.  Hailing from the British cooking tradition of the chip butty, I understand the appeal of Caker food. (However, I will say that the UK is no longer the culinary nightmare it once was.)

I was reminded of a Caker cookbook lurking on the family shelf.  Cooking Secrets from the West Flamboro Presbyterian Church. 

Went rummaging for it this past Thanksgiving weekend.  The usual suspects-casseroles and squares.  Tinned soup and Dream Whip figuring prominently.

Selected Broccoli & Rice Casserole and Green Cake and I offer them up to the Caker World. I must say I felt very self conscious at the checkout with my Dream Whip, Cheez Whiz and Ritz crackers in hand. 

Broccoli Casserole (Submitted by Dorothy Hanes)

Saute  2 pkg frozen broccoli or 1 fresh head.
Cook  1- 12 oz pkg long grain or wild rice mix.
Combine ½ lb jar Cheese Whiz and 2 cans mushroom soup.

Mix everything together and pour into buttered casserole dish.
Sprinkle buttered bread crumbs over mixture (breadcrumb notes a bit vague here; go with your instincts).
Bake 350 C  for 1 hour.  (Option to add diced chicken or tuna)

I give you my casserole...



Francis spoke of the challenges in maintaining his blog given the nature of the finished
product. It is very often colourless and formless (as above) and sometimes the taste is a bit suspect.
Would definitely flesh it out with the chicken.  It needs something to cut the strength of all that soup concentrate and Cheez Whiz!  Thank goodness for the broccoli and brown rice.  Almost have to add a starch side. 

(Editor's note:  it aged well; mellowed out after 24 hrs courtesy of the microwave and the chicken breast)

Green Cake (Submitted by Jean Betzner)

[I think cake is a misnomer here]

Layer 1

1 CUP Ritz cracker crumbs, ½ CUP shredded coconut and ¼ CUP melted butter.  Press into 8x8 pan.

Layer 2

Combine 4 oz cream cheese, ¼CUP icing sugar, 1 half of prepared envelope of Dream Whip

Layer 3

1 pkg pistachio pudding mix and 1 ¼ CUP milk. Spread over crumb base.

Cover with remaining Dream Whip.

The publication of these recipes is not meant to poke fun at anyone (except perhaps my efforts); it is simply the nature of the cookbooks and their reflection on the culture at the time. Enjoy!

Must re-christen Green Cake.  Any suggestions?  

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Tour of the Neighbourhood-Opera Hamilton

After a long hiatus, I am returning to the opera (as patron not performer, in case there was any confusion).

The 2012-2013 Season is underway.  First show Saturday-Rigoletto-first of four shows.
This is the 200th anniversary of Verdi's birth.  We like to call him Joe Green around here.

Started going about ten years ago for six seasons and then spread the wealth around to other productions.  Opera Hamilton is in a new home-Theatre Aquarius-and seems to be doing well.  They had to revamp the program a few years back after looking at the books and I'm pleased to say they are alive and kicking.  It was touch and go for a while.

If you find travelling in downtown Toronto a daunting prospect, consider a trip to the quieter streets of Hamilton.  Easier on the pocket book, too.  I indulged myself at Toronto's Opera Atelier two years ago-had to remortgage my house to do so.  It was worth it, though.  I'd have to sell a kidney this time 'round.

Opera for the masses.  I know what you're thinking, but, give it a chance.
Perhaps next month's Swan Lake is more your speed?

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Tour of the Neighbourhood-Chippawa-Dickenson Road

"If I could walk midday, I'd be a happy man."
  Leonard to Virginia in The Hours
Or in this case a happy woman.


Started at Dickenson Road this time.  Brilliant sunshine with a slight nip in the air.  Corn ageing in the fields; horses wrapped up in their colourful plaid and striped coats.  Following their lead, I layered up and set out.

A little construction on Nebo so be prepared to wait for the signal men.  One of the guys appeared to be waist deep in the marshy depths of the roadside.

A few feet down the road and a very different walk from the Nebo portion.  Farms and gardens on either side of the trail.   Further in land heading South West.

Overgrown hedgerows and the vines have gone wild; grapes hanging heavy.  Vines growing through anything in their way. Ice wine in the offing?

A couple of bird's nests visible now the leaves have gone.  A lone Blue Jay flitting from tree to tree.  Hawks flying overhead.  Although from the size of them and their height, they probably considered me lunch.

Farm country at Dickenson which is nice to see. Some of the fields ploughed and ready for next season.
No reeds here but this kind of seed head is just as dangerous.


Old power lines standing like crucifixes along the path.  Very Emily Carr.  Hers were totem poles though, not crosses.

No watch on the wrist and really no desire to turn around and find the car. 
Why do Widget Makers keep such regimented hours?


Monday, 15 October 2012

Dear Reader...

Thank-you to those who have taken the time to provide comments or send email.

I inadvertently deleted some comments when I was tinkering so I apologize to those of you who made the effort to acknowledge posts or the blog at large.  Emails, however, are intact.

Keep reading and don't be shy.

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Tour of the Neighbourhood-Chippawa Trail

Burning off the Bird.

There comes a point on holidays when one has to finally get up and move about.  It's a huge temptation to stay wrapped up in pyjamas and blanket with a good book.

Despite the threat of rain, the sun emerged by late afternoon and it was time to shake off the cobwebs.  (Sticky things, they are.)

Tore myself away from CBC.  Zadie Smith on Wachtel talking about NW.  Something else for the reading list.  Wachtel does a good interview and her guests appreciate the Q & A.

Threw on some hiking togs and applied a coat of lipstick.  Lipstick is essential hiking gear; didn't you know that?

Up to the South Mountain.  Lots of people on the Red Hill trail.  I'm in the process of acquiring a soapbox.  When it arrives, I'll climb on it and deliver my speech on the travesty that is the Red Hill.  In the meantime over to the Chippawa Trail at Nebo and Rymal Roads.

The Chippawa is a disused rail track (Hamilton to Caledonia) turned into an easy to use, flat trail of about 15km.  Good for bikes, walking or running.  Good footing and well groomed so everyday shoes are fine.  People on horseback though, so this is probably not the time to break out the Manolo Blahnik's.  The Chippawa will become part of the Trans Canada Trail and is a link to the Caledonia-Dunnville Trail.  Try to think of it as more roads leading into Hamilton rather than out.
Gorgeous sunny day; slight breeze.  Rustle of trees not quite hiding the slithering of some animal in the undergrowth.
Many years ago, we picked reeds and threw them in the trunk.  By the time we got home, the heads had blown open from the heat and the trunk was full of seed heads.  Lesson learned.  Someone has been snipping at the lilac earlier this year.
The banks are high enough to hide the industry that has sprung up over the years.
Difficulty concentrating on the walk because the bread was just starting to rise over at Dempsters.  Fresh bread has to be one of the best aromas ever.  There's another Canada Bread further down the street.  Three times a day, the aroma fills the industrial complexes.
The Upper Saltfleet School # 6.  1875.  A little one room school house; unfortunately boarded up.  Crumbling on one side and a pile of railings leaning against the other.  Now think about that date.  Not much on the South Mountain in 1875.  Who went there?  How far did they have to walk to get there?  Under what conditions?
Got as far as Dickenson Road and double backed.  People are turning to Dickenson and other "farm" roads to get across the Mountain.  Rymal is now just a collection of traffic lights and no one in their right mind should use it if they want to get somewhere in a timely manner.
The bridge to the Red Hill.  I felt a distinct sway.  What's below?  Traffic.  Where is the traffic going?  But there I go, getting ahead of myself with no soapbox.
Must get bread.  Should have picked some up at Dempsters.
Turkey sandwich, anyone?

Tour of the Neighbourhood

For purely practical reasons (and not sheer apathy, thank-you very much) decided to morph the Hamilton blog (or the idea behind it) into Fringes.

The 'tryhamilton' blogspot will continue under Tour of the Neighbourhood right here within these pages.

I know. I hear your weeping.  I feel your pain. It makes sense, though,  if you consider the philosophy behind this blog (trying something new). 

I may rework posts from time to time in order to bring myself up to speed. Apologies if you've seen them before.  Who can forget such classics like the Valley Town Trilogy or Kew Gardens??

The summer vacations become a distant memory, but, the travels continue within the city.
Don't miss:

~Ivory Tower Dweller Discovers the Harbourfront
~Yes, Virginia, There Is Life In The Downtown Core
~Burning off the Bird

Lots going on in the city.

Friday, 5 October 2012

Road Trip-The Pater Calls 'Shotgun'

Finally able to move after ingesting a platter of samosa and bhaji last Saturday. Feel sufficiently refreshed to pen the third and final Stratford run for the year.

We drove ninety minutes West to pick up espresso cups and saucers.  Now I know what you're thinking. Why would you drive three hours for drinking vessels? Surely there must be a supplier closer to the home front? Perhaps, but, what could be better than a drive through the countryside, good conversation,  a lakefront walk and a feast of samosa and Rogan Josh?

One has the choice to stay home and paint the cupboards and ceiling and walls but these are not fair weather activities.
(Editor's note-there is never a good time for painting.)
(Editor is hoping for a crap weekend in Nov. in order  to get on with the painting.)

After two weeks, the tea cupboard lay bare and it was time to stock up.  So it was only natural to pay another call to Distinctly Tea.  I had asked about their Polish pottery on my last trip to Perth.  It being a seller of tea, I naturally enquired about coffee cups.  Of course, nobody had asked about this before and why would they?  This is a tea shop, after all.

Service being what it is there, I received two followup calls to say they were working on it and that the goods were on route.  It felt more like a rare diamond find than anything else.

After a late night and an early morning workout, what I wanted most was a nap but the open road called. Riding shotgun was the Pater-his first trip into Perth. For him, the lure of good food more incentive than the tea.  What a shocker.

Good run up Oxford 6 and not too many comments from the backseat driver.  Police out in droves today; filling in month end quotas?  Good use of traffic circles.  I fear Hamilton will see another half dozen traffic lights before the year is done.  A circle recently went in Flamborough way.  "They" were worried about the seniors and how they were going to cope with it. A little credit, please. 

Harvest time and farmers had brought out the "big guns".  Lots of expensive machinery on the roads and in the fields.

The first thing the Pater noted was the streets.  The city doesn't bow to the grid system.  The grid is the failing of most North American cities. Buildings located at polar opposites and sometimes nothing in between.  The grid channels you down one path and you never stop to discover anything else in the city.  You cannot meander on a grid.
Free parking and complimentary horse drawn carriage rides around the city. Refreshing not to have to feed a meter.
Made a bee line for the shop.  The Pater duly impressed by the selection.  He's a Pekoe man and confessed as much to the sommelier.  Black, white, herbal, red, green.  What to choose?  Bukhial Assam-new to me and had to look it up.  The kettle is just about to boil, in fact.

I have previously included the "Distinctly" link.  Here's another for Tweed and Hickory.  An online retailer of a mix bag of stuff but they do have a very comprehensive section on tea.  If you're trying to make sense of the labels, this tea guide will help.  Just click on the white tabs and recharge your grey cells.
Decided  on the poppy and pansy cups.  Do not like getting espresso served in tureen sized mugs.  By the time the liquid reaches your lips, the drink has gone cold.  It is essential to have the right size.

Took a walk through the Shakespeare Gardens and chatted with a couple of fishermen down by the river.  Slow moving water with several species lurking in its depths.  Stonework very reminiscent of the UK rural routes.  The Pater felt transported back in time. 
Key question-did Shakespeare actually write those plays? The facts tell us no.
Then who did?
Bill-did he or didn't he?

Disaster struck.  The Raja is closed 'til dinner.  The lights are on, the door is open,  the sandwich boards are telling us they are open.  Website indicates that they are open.  Wait two hours or press on?
We pressed on.   Out through Shakespeare and down 107.   Success at Tavistock; no U-Turns necessary.  Found India Village in Ancaster which proved challenging to find as I couldn't remember the name nor where it was located.  It's important to have some starting point.
Family business who are on first name terms with their customers.  India Village offers cooking classes so if you have ever wanted to master the art of a good Vindaloo, now would be the time. Excellent cocktail sized samosa.  Enormous portions.   They will customize your dish-mild, medium, hot.  Not sure how you add more heat to a Vindaloo.
Home.  Eyes becoming heavy.  Ran down my To Do List but with an exercise class, a day of fresh air, and two platters of dinner behind me, fell asleep in the chair before there was an opportunity to do anything else. Didn't see daylight for twelve hours.
How am I to cope with the Thanksgiving feast?  I'm told it will be five courses. 
Next time-The "Caker" blog.