While I love to try new places to eat, I often find myself reverting to classic standbys when I travel particularly for work. Time is generally a factor as well as location. It’s far too easy to grab a quick bite at a fast food restaurant I know on my way somewhere. Last week at a meeting in Dartmouth I had a chance to try something equally quick but a bit on the quirky side.
Truckside Food Truck Food Court is exactly what it sounds like: a food court setting with food trucks offering different fair. It’s a fun atmosphere with something for everyone. Me, I had donair poutine:
With two so-bad-for-you-but-so-good foods combined together, it couldn’t be anything but great. (And it was).
I knew I’d been on a bit of a dishcloth knitting kick the last few weeks but I didn’t realize exactly how much I’d gone to my go-to mindless knitting:
Looks like everyone will be getting a dishcloth this Christmas.
(There may be another 3 in various stages of completion strategically stashed in various locations. Don’t judge.)
Pattern: Gaterlac Dishcloth
Yarn: Knit Picks Dishie; Hobby Lobby I Love this Cotton; Pisgah Peaches & Creme; (and I can’t remember what the blue/green/yellow/white was)
My love of visiting islands is no secret. While Big Tancook Island didn’t make my top 5 it has been on my radar for a few years as a place I’d like to visit.
I have a pretty clear definition of what makes an island an island. If you can drive there, your island status has pretty much been revoked in my mind. It’s the challenge of ferry service that sets island life apart from that of mainland destinations. The ferry to Tancook didn’t disappoint. I was fascinated by the loading/unloading process. No cars for visitors touring the island or for islanders heading to the mainland. Cargo is loaded into containers and hoisted on and off the ferry.
William G. Ernst
Before arriving on Big Tancook, the ferry stops at Little Tancook Island, just long enough to load and unload.
Little Tancook Island
Little Tancook Island
Unloading the ferry at Little Tancook
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I have this love-hate relationship with knit toys. I love the end result, but they all seem to involve my least favourite part of knitting – sewing. For some reason I had this crazy idea that if I knit a toy as a flat square it would be more fun to assemble. Actually, it was more on the lines of: “a square is easy to knit. I’ll worry about the details later”. If I had a nickel every time I thought the last part of the that thought…
Anyway, I got to this stage:
…thought “WHAT was I thinking!” (again, if I had a nickel) and settled down with the instructions to figure it out.
The put together involved counting, and apparently also had some dependence on knitting the exact number of rows, not just knitting til it sort of looked like a square. As I got putting it together, I kept thinking:
“My that head looks small.”
I did the next couple of instructions, assuring myself it was one of those mysteries of the universe that would suddenly make sense when it was done.
It didn’t; the head still looks small.
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One of my favourite parts of work trips is when there is an opportunity to tour the area, particularly the wharves and harbours. While these stops used to make me crazy when I was growing up (I would have much preferred a gift shop or two) I’ve learned to appreciate the bustle and character each harbour possesses. Here are some highlights from last week in Cape Breton.
Things I learned today:
- While I love Chinese takeout it doesn’t always come with forks. Or chopsticks. Or any type of eating utensil.
- While I love Chinese takeout, it should really be taken home to be eaten. Rice should not be eaten hunched over the armrest of a Subaru.
- While I love Chinese takeout, it’s really stinky after sitting in your car for 3 hours.
For the record: it was completely worth it.