Purity is one of the Newfoundland food staples. It is pretty much an institution around here. We bought these magnets many years ago at the farmers market, while they are shitty magnets, I am glad we do have them on the fridge. Again, I am trying to stack things in unique ways, much like the red dice a few days ago.
Here is my dad! He has been in town all week doing a course, so we decided to take him to one of our favourite places to eat, The Afgan Restaurant. Dad really liked the food so I was happy. I was trying to snap some pictures while stuffing my face, which is a very difficult task, but I was happy with this one.
Mark, Jenne, Jamie (pictured from left to right), and a woman who’s name I can’t remember but will edit this post with her name when I’m reminded, cooked a wicked breakfast this morning at Holy Cross Junior High for their breakfast club. I swooped in at the 11th hour to scramble some eggs and to serve. The St. John’s Centre NDP District Association I volunteer with cook up and help out the breakfast club the first Friday of every month. It’s a lot of fun and the students love it. Today we made breakfast wraps. We had a few veggies left over. Okay, we had a lot of veggies left over so the kids weren’t totally into veggies but they loved the wraps in general. It’s a lot of fun.
Today is Ash Wednesday, I am not a religious man, but if I have an excuse to get fish and chips I will jump at the opportunity! After work we went directly to The Duke for their delicious fish and chips. Also, I couldn’t go to The Duke without getting a beer. India on tap makes my belly very happy.
I don’t know anyone who likes food as much as this guy right here. He was more than happy to help me with this photo as there were 8 other attempts.
I tried a similar pic in 2012, and I’m still not 100% happy. I need to try to get the treat lower and myself higher to see his eyes better.
Look at that slobber on his lower jaw, just like his fadder.
I went with the black and white and highlighted colour style picture again as I felt it was my best picture of the week. Often when we play board games I am stacking pieces together without even knowing it. I had some red dice lying around, was tired from work, so I decided to patiently stack three dice (which is no easy task) and try to get a close up. For some reason I liked the number 5 pointing towards the camera, so I decided to make it more difficult. New theme tomorrow, it will be food. Should be a good week :)
I was privileged to attend the Bread and Roses brunch today, an annual event marking the beginning of International Women’s Week. Hundred of feminists gathered at the Holiday Inn to celebrate victories, gather inspiration, and collect our voices. Amazing speakers included Deatra Walsh, a Ph.D student, and Lana Payne, Atlantic Director of Unifor.
The event’s name is routed in a poem from 1911 that is sung at the event every year called, “Bread and Roses.”
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day,A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,For the people hear us singing: “Bread and roses! Bread and roses!”As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,For they are women’s children, and we mother them again.Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses! As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women deadGo crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.Yes, it is bread we fight for — but we fight for roses, too! As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days.The rising of the women means the rising of the race.No more the drudge and idler — ten that toil where one reposes,But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!*DS