What's for brekkie?

The most important meal of the day... the breaking of the fast... as they say.

I am a breakfast eater; I love it. And probably because I've lived on my own for much of the last few years, I've maybe developed odd breakfast habits. Contrary to my blog name, I rarely ever eat toast (a very typical Canadian breakfast food). I don't usually eat other typical Canadian breakfast foods either: eggs, cereals, French toast, pancakes (North American kind), bacon, granola, etc... I like all that stuff but typically I prefer a big mug of strong black coffee and something very spicey.

This morning: coffee, honeydew melon, a few cold leftover boiled baby potatos (yum) and a few slices of some very spicey Italian ham (I forget the name). My mouth is still burning. Heaven.

I very often double-up my evening meal and eat the half the next morning; day old, ice cold spicey stirfries = bliss.

Do you eat breakfast? What is a typical breakfast in your part of the world? What is a typical breakfast for you? What is your favourite? Any weirdness you're will to fess up to?

Over to y'all.

Saturday Sun

came early one morning



Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do.

Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remember those people and places
They were really too good in their way.

In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and see me today.

Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain.
And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again

And again
And again
And Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain.

So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun
And wept for a day gone by.

- N Drake

Damn pedestrians!

I'd like to point out that there's a perfectly good crosswalk just beyond that blue car ahead... lazy bugger!

Skywatch Friday... for the foot fetishist

Blue skies, blue skies, blue skies; boring, boring, boring.

I was looking over old photos trying to find a nice Skywatch Friday photo and noticed a disturbing theme. So, like any good blogger would, I decided to post about it on my blog. ;-)


City sidewalk feet:



Calgary Sewer feet:



Caterrrpillerrrr feet:



Flowery feet:



Seaweedy feet:



Ottawa Canal feet:



Walking where Romans once walked, Wivenhoe feet:



Poplar tree fluffy feet:



I love my feet:



OMG! feet:


I haven't linked up with the Skywatch Friday website... but check them out for groovy sky photos.

And yes I know my feet are quite grubby. I walked many grubby miles in those sandals.

Canada Day - Captioned

July 1st is Canada Day, Canada's Birthday, a day during which I avoid public parks like the plague. Being surrounded by a thousand squealing crotch crickets amped on 'free cake' iced with tantrum-inducing red food dye is not my idea of good time. My Canadian beaver and I say 'bah humbug' to all of that and offer the following captioned Canada-ish clip:



;-)