Generally, I hate Fridays but this week not so much plus, then I remembered. Netflix drops the Bake Off episodes now on Fridays. Perfection. I watch each of the three segments separately. So I can manage to drag out the one episode all day. Very satisfying.
Today, in between, I made Amazon more money. Apparently, my buying spree has not ended. Small things but guess what adds up? I need to stop.
Canadian Thanksgiving always shocks me. Every year. First of all, Thanksgiving seems so very American to me. Plymouth rock, etc. Mythical I know but still. I wonder why they bother and particularly in October. That's weird and having it on Monday? That's not right. A few years ago, I popped up to Vancouver for our Thanksgiving and discovered that even though their Thanksgiving was six weeks early, they were all over Black Friday After Thanksgiving sales. So very confusing, all of it. But Canadians. Weird but endearing. Eh?
Every once in a while I am hit in the face with a reminder we live in different times. Food edition. In my last job, I happened to be in the office one day (most of us worked at home) when two of my colleagues were talking about the weekend. One, about 25ish, said he had been at his grandparent's and they had made him breakfast. They fried real bacon from pigs [as opposed to turkey or tofu bacon] and then, took the bacon out of the pan and cracked eggs right into the grease!!! His description and tone was exactly as if he had said: They cooked up some cow shit and put it on the plate for us to actually eat! He was so horrified that it was hilarious. But, most of the people in the room - way closer to his age than mine - were a combination of equally horrified and unbelieving.
(I don't often fry pig bacon because I buy it cooked. But, I also buy bacon grease to make up for the deficit. I kept my mouth shut that day and laughed inside long and hard.)
Today, the website Lifehacker, had another grandmother horror story. Someone's grandmother, as a treat, served saltines with mayo on them! Can you imagine????
Ha. I rarely have saltines in the house but if I did, I'd eat the lot of them spread with either mayo or butter. As a matter of fact, I think I'll add saltines to the shopping list. (I have plenty of mayo and butter on hand.)
Lesson here: You do not have to be a grandmother to know what tastes good.