I had a threesome over on Thursday last week from my old employer. One of these folks – Vere – was turning a significant milestone that started with the number 8 and, since she has been house-ridden for over a year now after a fall, we were keen to get her out. To celebrate I made a very colourful kohlrabi salad.
I have not worked with kohlrabi previously. It has a taste that is a cross between a mild broccoli and turnip. To add some zing the recipe called for a mayonnaise and sour cream dressing. I was also fortunate to have scored some “Red Valentine Radishes” from our food share and used them as well. These radishes are gorgeous. Green on the outside with a white outer layer and pink interiors. Very pretty.
I also made mini quiches as well. It was a good meal and it was wonderful to see Vere, Ada and Mary again (even though I forgot to take a blessed picture). Too much gossiping hehe.
On Friday night, we once again made the trek to the ‘burbs. Now that does sound simple, but with my navigation skills, nothing is ever simple. We were supposed to take the Lakeshore West Go train to Long Branch station. This is where my newly returned cousin, Paul, and his gorgeous wife, Su-Ming, have bought a new home for themselves and their twin baby boys (born at Christmas). Cousin Paul and Su-Ming have returned to Toronto after, oh, 5 years living in Antofagasta, Chile.
ANYway, to the train G and I go. I read track 9 and lose him on the way. I call his cell and he – thankfully – reminds me that I have to cancel my ticket before getting on the train. I dash back down to the hall, cancel the ticket, find G and we’re about to step on the 18:43 train when I notice the sign says “Lakeshore East to Oshawa”. Eek, wrong train. A typical Brent move I must add. I’d be a wreck in any Amazing Race.
I call Paul to advise we’ve missed the train and he suggests catching the Milton line out to Dixie and he’ll pick us up there. Great, yes, except our tickets are for Long Branch and don’t have enough fare to get us to Dixie. So to the long ticket lines we return.
After what seemed eons, we successfully found ourselves standing in a very empty parking lot at Dixie station, thinking, oops, where’s Paul? … he arrives, and we get lost going back out the the QEW. Brother, this is the reason I live in the city. Life is the burbs is complicated.
We finally arrived and blissfully were greeted by two beautiful wee second cousins – Luka and Dylan – and Su-Ming. Pisco Sours, the potent cocktails of choice in Chile, were duly served and between them, a bottle of Moet and a bottle of velvety Arboleda, and many wonderful munchies, tapas-style, we got caught up again.