Happy Boxing Day.
Christmas was exceptionally delightful this year. After traveling a full 4,561 kilometers from sunny Kingston to snowy Richmond, my mother and I backtracked 1,324 kilometers to Chinook-y Grande Prairie Alberta. When my mother and I hit the Tarmac at Grande Prairie Airport, the population of the city increased 25%.
Ahhh, I do love it here in Alberta though...the crisp cool weather, the 2 feet of snow, the great company...and of course, being back in Alberta reminds me of last summer, when I spent 3 months in the glorious city of Calgary. Or as I like to call it, "Promised Land North". Oh, memories.
And what could be better than spending time with my beloved family? This year, it was me, my mother, my grandmother, my aunt, and the man who as of this summer became my uncle: my aunt's recently betrothed husband. Usually I get really annoyed seeing couples get all lovey-dovey on each other is just so cute. Maybe it's because they are just oh-so good together that it's almost enough to make me believe in soulmates.
On Christmas day, I woke up to a brand new laptop. Another Compaq Presario...but at least it's a new Compaq Presario...so no purple line down the side of my screen! A working AC adapter and power jack! A battery that lasts longer than 5 minutes! I feel like I don't even deserve such luxury.
My mother and I decided that we were going to take a firm stance this year and refuse to eat any brussel sprouts. Then my aunt started raving about her new pots that apparently seal in the flavour of vegetables better than any other pots have in all of human history. My aunt, grandma and uncle were devouring these brussel sprouts like they were manna from heaven...they kept talking about how these were like the best brussel sprouts they'd ever tasted. So, okay, my mother and I were convinced, we decided to try one.
So we cut one in half and put them in our mouths...oh, gee. Those pots sure did a good job of sealing in flavour. They tasted more brussel sprout-y than any brussel sprouts we had ever had before. Sooo...that's not a good thing. that just means they taste about as succulent as a bowl of earwax. We washed it down with a glass of tropical fruit juice, and our instinctive guess that brussel sprouts are naturally horrible was for once and for all confirmed. We were also a little miffed that our relatives managed to get us to eat them.
Just look at them...smirking at me, looking so pleased with themselves...
Remember that Campbell's soup commercial where the kid equated brussel sprouts with "little green brains"?
Ahhh, I do love it here in Alberta though...the crisp cool weather, the 2 feet of snow, the great company...and of course, being back in Alberta reminds me of last summer, when I spent 3 months in the glorious city of Calgary. Or as I like to call it, "Promised Land North". Oh, memories.
And what could be better than spending time with my beloved family? This year, it was me, my mother, my grandmother, my aunt, and the man who as of this summer became my uncle: my aunt's recently betrothed husband. Usually I get really annoyed seeing couples get all lovey-dovey on each other is just so cute. Maybe it's because they are just oh-so good together that it's almost enough to make me believe in soulmates.
On Christmas day, I woke up to a brand new laptop. Another Compaq Presario...but at least it's a new Compaq Presario...so no purple line down the side of my screen! A working AC adapter and power jack! A battery that lasts longer than 5 minutes! I feel like I don't even deserve such luxury.
My mother and I decided that we were going to take a firm stance this year and refuse to eat any brussel sprouts. Then my aunt started raving about her new pots that apparently seal in the flavour of vegetables better than any other pots have in all of human history. My aunt, grandma and uncle were devouring these brussel sprouts like they were manna from heaven...they kept talking about how these were like the best brussel sprouts they'd ever tasted. So, okay, my mother and I were convinced, we decided to try one.
So we cut one in half and put them in our mouths...oh, gee. Those pots sure did a good job of sealing in flavour. They tasted more brussel sprout-y than any brussel sprouts we had ever had before. Sooo...that's not a good thing. that just means they taste about as succulent as a bowl of earwax. We washed it down with a glass of tropical fruit juice, and our instinctive guess that brussel sprouts are naturally horrible was for once and for all confirmed. We were also a little miffed that our relatives managed to get us to eat them.
Just look at them...smirking at me, looking so pleased with themselves...
Remember that Campbell's soup commercial where the kid equated brussel sprouts with "little green brains"?
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