St-André, Aug.14th.

Some pictures from the tri-birthday party. (mom's, Mat's and mine)
(merci Caro)

Have you hugged your inner pre-jail Martha today?

I have no quirky story or fun link to relate to you today so it’s back to my boring domestic life.

Damn it’s nice out. I don’t know that it’s fall by all the usual indicators (leg warmers, the smell of stationary, the crisp fresh air), but it sure feels like it. It's not exactly cold like put-on-a-tuque cold, but we will soon be confronted with the dreaded morning dilemna: what the hell should I wear today? Chilly at 6am, piping-hot at noon, chilly again at 7pm. It's insane.

The thing that people forget about fall is that it’s food season. I like the words harvest, pumpkin, apple and season premiere. Fall is just so damn wholesome and makes me want to take a subscription to Cooks.

I don’t mean to be unkind, but you really are a sucker if you have an oven and you still buy those lame-ass store-bought buttermilk biscuits. This recipe was my mom’s originally; I have modified it a bit.

Mix in a bowl, in that order, with a fork:

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 tablespoons sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup butter
3/4 cup milk mixed with 1 teaspoon vinegar (if you don't have 3/4 cup of buttermilk)

Turn dough out onto a floured surface and knead gently (not too much, or they will turn out like hockey pucks). Pat out dough into a ¾ in. thick pancake. Cut circles with a floured glass. Transfer biscuits to an ungreased baking sheet, arranging them 2 inches apart. Bake until pale golden, 10 minutes. Makes 6 biscuits. Eat immediately: split open one and spread some butter and homemade strawberry jam. Or make a Sausage Egg McMuffin.

I will soon bore you to death on this blog (if I didn't already) and put up pictures of my summer vacation and birthday party (I turned 29 last week). Caro, get busy and send them to me, prettyplease. I don't have a digital camera so I rely on other people to send me their jpegs (mom, do you have any? pat? nan?). I'm a big sentimental dope when it comes to pictures: I like to preserve them intact, touch them, and not look at a computer screen when looking at them, and therefore remained in the analog side of photography. Don't underestimate the value of paper.

Am Elizabeth "Bridget Jones" Bennet

You're Elizabeth Bennett of Pride and Prejudice by
Jane Austen!

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(thanks Michèle)

Liza Frulla, do something now.

The CBC's in lockout. Give it back to us. I miss my CBC. I'm passionnate about my radio and telly, and my life is not the same without my usual George Stomboulopoulos. When Radio-Can was on strike last year I remember watching, to my amusement, an NHL hockey game with no announcers. Just the shrill sounds of the sleeping fans and the occasionnal thump as a player was banged on the wall. As a viewer, I felt abadonned. This time around it's no different. We are left watching reruns of the Canadian Antiques Roadshow. Actually, that's not a bad show...

For the love of all that's holy, bring back Jurgen Gothe.