The Bounty. I've noticed that even in August the big grocery stores are selling produce at a premium, one red pepper wrapped in cellophane for 2 dollars. Hey! It's been a terrific summer for crops, sun and rain .Who are they fooling? I wanted to go to the big market, Atwater,to buy a bucket of red peppers, but couldn't, so I went to the little local market place, D'Aoust, to find a small bucket of about 8 peppers for 5.50. More like it.
My husband says he saw a documentary about organic crops where it was claimed that Costco sells a lot of organic. That's where I shop in the winter.
It's the Saturday of Labour Day weekend. Why am I writing this? No one reads blogs on Labour Day Weekend. No one reads blogs, period. So I believe. Not my blog, anyway, present company excepted :)
So why do I post something everyday? Because I like talking to myself.
And, oddly, my husband of 30 years reads my blog when he is at work so it's a good way to communicate with him, obliquely.
A few days ago I was talking to a retired person with a PhD in a useful field. She is bored and thinking of what to do with the rest of her life. I suggested she write a column. She admitted that writing was the one thing she has ALWAYS hated.
And yet here I am, no PhD in a useful field, and I can't stop writing
Labour Day Weekend for me means it's time to get busy. Summer is over. Getting busy means promoting my e-books Threshold Girl and Not Bonne Over Here with even more than blog posts that nobody reads.
Over the summer I sent out queries to History and Women's Groups about giving a talk about the Montreal Suffragettes and their relation to the British Suffragettes. I got no replies.
Very timely it is, as exactly one hundred years ago the British Suffragettes and their headline grabbing brand of militantism was peaking, in England. The British Suffragettes were threatening to invade Canada, too.
See my short storyboard documentary.
I got up this morning and checked Twitter to see who had won in the Lleyton Hewitt del Potro US Open tennis match. I went to bed before the deciding 5th set.
I assumed del Potro had won, because he was hitting more clutch winners, (I thought) but NO, Hewitt crushed the big man in the 5th set, 6-1.
OK. So I went to the PVR because I saved the end of the match, right?
NO! I saved the tennis only "until the end of the program.' The match went over the designated time slot, I got only seven minutes, right up until the del Potro meltdown.
This has happened before. I SHOULD BE MORE CAREFUL. Stupid TV. Stupid BELL.
It should automatically save until THE END of a live event.
During the tennis I saw an ad on RDS trying to convince Quebeckers to buy local produce. That's fine. That's what everyone should be doing, right? But I was a little perturbed by the name of the BUY QUEBEC program, La Souveraineté Alimentaire.
According to an online Radio Canada article, Premiere Marois wants to get the major food chains to sell more Quebec products. But will that save us consumers money? That's what I want to know. (All things considered, in Quebec, the term Souveraineté Alimentaire has a forbidding ring.)
I wonder if the rest of Canada would like some Souveraineté from the Dairy Board. I believe the Quebec Dairy farmers have a special deal and that's why dairy products are so expensive all over Canada.
I saw a tweet on Twitter in the morning where someone was explaining to someone else that 'militant' in French means activist more than militant. (I think he meant activist more than terrorist.)
It's a fine distinction these days, I think.
It was a fine distinction 100 years ago, when the militant suffragettes were branded terrorists. They blew up government property, acts sanctioned by Emmeline Pankhurst, but were careful not to harm people.
I bought some spices at D'Aoust's. This brand in the silver cups is from Quebec. It is excellent. I bought their curry, provencal spices and a salt, dill and coriander mix that fixes up nicely any crappy cheap whitefish.
A lady makes preserves at the store. The airborne aroma l is heavenly when you walk in. She told me last year she used her old family recipes for her relishes. The sweet pepper jam in the picture goes great in chicken wraps.
A while back I thought I'd save money buying bargain basement spices, and bargain basement bouillons and guess, what. My meals have been well below par ever since.
Never again! There's a time to save money and there's a time to spend.