Category: Local

Meaty, manly, and… uhh… rubbery.

Forgot to mention this one. Andrew, Dan, and I went to the KW Ribfest and Craft Beer Show back on July 21st. Formerly Kitchener had Blues, Brews & BBQs in the summer, but I think they decided to split those festivities, and July now has ribs and beers, and August has the Blues Festival. (Probably because Waterloo has the Jazz Festival in July.)

Anyway, there were 6 or 7 local breweries represented, and you bought your “souvenir glass” for $5, and then $1 beer tokens. The glass was the size of about half a beer. Then there were about half a dozen meat vendors (and ones for roasted corn, lemonade, ice cream, etc.)

This is a full rack of ribs:

KW Ribfest & Craft Beer Show: full rack of ribs

We split three of these from three different vendors. The first rack was actually the best. I believe that vendor was Boss Hog’s. Anyway, by the end of three racks, several beers (I think my favourite discovery was the Nickel Brook Green Apple Pilsner), and some homemade ice cream — all eaten whilst sitting in the sun — it was coma time.

I went home and slept for a couple of hours, then got up, got cleaned up… and met my family at The Keg for Patience’s belated birthday dinner. Honestly, the Last Place On Earth that I wanted to go. However, I drank water, ate a garden salad and a plain baked potato, and generally looked like the lamest sort of dieter. I pondered attempting meat, just smelling it at other tables, but knew it would be a mistake. Boo!

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This morning Sherry and I were out shopping for Solutions. You see, all the stuff she needs for the new house comes as “solutions”: storage solutions, lighting solutions — you get the idea. And when we got to the checkout at Rona, we saw these:

duct tape bandages display at Rona

Yes, ladies and gents, the manliest bandages ever made. Though we were talking with the cashier, and agreed that we all know men who just cover wounds with actual duct tape. Riiiiight. Anyway, Sherry picked some up for her Dad, cuz they’re sooooo him. I just took a picture, which I’ll have to send to my Mom. An old friend of my parents’ used to be famous for fixing everything with duct tape, particularly his old work jeans.

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And finally, I came across rubber ducks at Zellers that I didn’t already have. Sherry offered to buy them for me, so what the hell. Thing is, I thought that three-pack would put me over the 100 ducks mark, but when I added them to the shelves I did a count, and I have 103. Oops.

And no, owning more than 100 rubber ducks does not mean I have a problem. Even if Anatole is so ashamed that he refuses to make eye contact. (Doesn’t actually look like that many, does it?)

IKEA shelving displaying collection of 103 rubber ducks

Unphotographable.

This is a trio of photos I did not take of a very petite and fashionably dressed young woman wearing enormous Jackie O sunglasses, striding purposefully along while carrying a double bass in a metallic silver case (nearly as long as she was) slung over her shoulder.

And of a little boy with shaggy hair, a dirty t-shirt, and glasses, practising his finest Jedi moves with a plastic light sabre on the sidewalk at an intersection.

And of a grey-haired man wearing a baseball cap, mirror shades, and overalls fastened on one side, without a shirt, his arms and torso covered in terrible tattoos, adjusting his nipple ring as he crossed the street while bopping to music playing, presumably, in his head (since he was not wearing headphones).

Home

My friend Anton, Man About Town and Canadian at Large, was back in his old stomping grounds over the Canada Day weekend. (Thanks to the siren’s song of his fetching wife, Dawn, he now lives in Indianapolis.)

The trip included a jaunt up the Bruce Peninsula, to Tobermory and environs, and many photos (it appears) were taken.

I asked permission to re-print these two (they’re in a Facebook album, so behind the castle walls of the interweb, as it were), because the moment I saw them, they immediately became a perfect representation of my concept of “home”. (He said they felt the same for him, too.)

Grey County, old barn in a canola field

Grey County, fenceposts

Artistes!

I was up at the liberry earlier, dropping off books, and decided to have a look at the photo display that resulted from Waterloo’s recent 150th birthday celebrations.

There were photos from the festivities, from around town, and photos that interpreted what Waterloo represents to various folks.

What made me smile is that I have taken shots of many of the views/sites/sights/wildlife/buildings/etc. that were on display. What made me flat-out grin is that I have taken nearly identical shots to many of the winning photos that were on display from the children’s photo contest. 🙂

Kind of a good compliment to me, too, really. There are some damned fine mini-photogs out there. Seriously, check out the winning photo in the age 6-9 category.

If only there’d been digital photography when I was 6!

Bakery 2.0

Posted to the kw.eats group, courtesy of Aura Hertzog, co-proprietor of the Golden Hearth Baking Co.:

wow first of all I want to say thanks to everyone that has been writing about us. It amazes us how many people read this site. Almost everyday we have people coming in telling us that they read about us on KW eats. Too cool. “Word of Type” is great. Here is the link to our new website/blog. We will be posting lots of fun stuff there. http://goldenhearth.wordpress.com/

I do so love a good bout of word-of-mouth advertising/business growth. And I love a good, informative blog even more. Kudos!