Well Hello.
Hey y’all. I’m writing this from 35030 feet, trying to make it to Vancouver in time to tape Urban Rush – I was on an early flight, which just after taxiing out to the runway, as we were about to take off, had technical difficulties. They brought us back to the terminal and shuffled us onto another flight. There was much grumbling, but I personally am grateful that they took us off an airplane that was having mechanical problems. Call me crazy.
I also over the course of the morning left my credit card in the self check-in machine (didn’t discover this until going for my photo ID upon boarding), had my bag searched (the frying pan and tongs in one carry-on and loads of dishes and pork in the other may have raised an eyebrow?) and spilled coffee all over my papers in an attempt to maneuver myself and said baggage into the overhead compartment and my seat. I put the lass in class, yesiree. Now I have to pee and am firmly trapped in my seat, between passengers and drink carts, so I thought I’d distract myself with my laptop. (So far it’s not really working.) I’m also worrying about how I’m going to find cooking oil, maple syrup and cream between the airport and studio with approximately zero minutes to spare. Isn’t there a game show that goes something like this?
I don’t have much in the way of recipes to offer – since Sunday Sue and I have been shackled to the kitchen, cranking out bean dish after bean dish and attempting to photograph it using what little grey light was coming in through clouds and rainy windows. It was fun. But we’re sick of beans, and of grazing on same for days on end. There was also the dress rehearsal of Kooza – the show was unbelievable. I’m surprised that during the spinning wheel thing I didn’t actually have a heart attack and/or pass out. I can’t believe real human beings can do these things. They must do a lot of yoga. Mike and I felt rather lame hauling ourselves back up the 500+ stairs to the car when any of the performers could have hopped up them upside down on one hand.
So this week there has been a trip to Edmonton, and Feast of Fields! I took lots of pictures and then didn’t even share! And Kooza, and meet-the-teacher night, and a stint on Global, and lots and lots of beans, and suddenly it’s Friday and I’m en route to Vancouver just for the day. (I feel very Mary Tyler Moore on a business trip with my laptop.) Tonight Mike’s picking me up at the airport and we’re heading straight out for a night at the Banff Springs – our first overnighter without W! It’s too bad we’ll be wasting it sleeping. I’m very much looking forward to clean sheets and no early wake-up. There will also be some eating and drinking, but I think the deal is that I remain unplugged – if I bring my camera and open up the laptop in bed tonight, it will most likely result in divorce.
Sunday we’re making a turducken. I can’t wait to tell you about that.
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Fast forward- now 3 pm, at 40712 feet. I found oil, cream and maple syrup on the way downtown. I pulled off the show with Michael and Fiona. There were pirates in the green room, even. And then I went and almost missed my flight home. This was partly due to the fact that I thought I’d be out of the building by 1:15 and wasn’t until 1:40… But likely has more to do with stopping for gelato (I hadn’t eaten yet! I was starving! And walking right past it!) and the gelato girls plying me with sample spoonfuls of everything from fresh pear to (pure organic milk gelato), which tends to make one lose track of time. Then I found the subway and promptly got lost looking for the right train line. Who does Vancouver think it is, London?? It took twice as long to get to the airport as I thought, and they almost didn’t let me on the plane. At security my bags got gutted and swabbed again (this time they might have discovered some cumin) as I stood sweating and gasping for air, having attempted to run (have I told you about my plantar fasciitis yet? No? I’ll have to rectify that) carrying bags of dishes and plates and laptop and the enormous black raincoat I thought I’d need (it was sunny). Not feeling so Mary Tyler Moore now, wedged up against the window, with a body temperature of about a million degrees, sweat coursing down every crevice it can find, beside a very tall, boozy and very much in love couple. I’m trying to type without moving my elbows. Not that they’d probably notice.
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Midnight now, in the bathroom at the Banff Springs, with tub running so that Mike thinks I’m drawing a bath. Sitting on the toilet with my laptop. Just wanted to connect and post this, recipe or no, so you don’t think I’ve fallen off the earth. Right now I’m not quite sure I haven’t, but I’m certain a good sleep (!) and a good breakfast (!) will help. It won’t hurt!
Oops – I just realized it’s Free Stuff Friday and I don’t have any loot! I am doing a giveaway of a beautiful new gluten and dairy-free cookbook called Cooking for Isaiah: Gluten-Free & Dairy-Free Recipes for Easy, Delicious Meals by Silvana Nardone. You can enter over here.
September 17 2010 | leftovers | 29 Comments »
