And now a fig cookie. I am hoping to get over this chest cold soon, and look forward to another day off midweek for the new year. My older daughter is in town and we went to a lovely dinner.
About two weeks ago a large woman in mismatched plaids stood too close to me at the ATM and told me she had the flu. So I cringed away from her as I conducted my transaction and that is how she observed me enter my password. She managed to keep my session open even after I printed a receipt and as I thought, exit. But she withdrew 480 dollars from my account. After two weeks my bank rescinded the temporary credit for the 480 and told my husband that the scenario was impossible. So I called up the branch where the crime occurred and they are now, after two weeks opening their own investigation and getting the CSC pictures. This messes me up.
Over the weekend I went to a fish market with a group of friends from the notorious Mount Royal Tavern. At this shop blue tubs of raw fresh fish on ice were displayed at the counter for customers to choose. The selections were then weighed, priced, flash fried to order and bagged to go. I was astounded, though not surprised. The best fish ever. Bring your own hot sauce and get down!
The new rare seed catalogue is sitting on my dining room table. I have organised the cake pans and seed trays into a box to keep handy during the move. A couple of pepper varieties capture my interest. One looks like a small patty pan squash. Perhaps the coming season will bring a more fruitful stop of Shishitos as well.