After finally purchasing a “serious” barbecue a couple of months ago, we have been trying to grill the heck out of it when the weather allowed, and in the past two weeks, the weather has been perfect. Steaks, check. Pork tenderloin, check. Chicken breasts, check. And that’s where it ended. Boring.
But then Kelly lent us her Barbecue Bible. So this weekend we invited our Argentinian friends over for dinner and we managed to whip up a simple but effective dinner: Barbecued Provolone Cheese on Bruschetta, Steak with green Chimichurri Sauce and grilled oregano zucchini, a green salad with balsamic maple syrup dressing and craisins. And it was FABULOUS! I was so proud of Erik for the great work at the grill, and of myself of course for putting it all together.
We won’t be opening a restaurant just yet, but we’ll continue to try our luck. Can’t wait for the next weekend to come!
Where to begin? Oh, I know: The internet. A computer. The very thing you’re sitting in front of right now. Without the internet and a couple of computers connected to it, and two lonely people sitting in front of them, nothing of all this would have happened, or at least, the chances for it to happen would have been extremely slim.
Back then, Erik already lived in the Lower Mainland, and he really liked it here, except for the fact that the dating thing wasn’t working all that well in such a small town. And then came Matchmaker.com. Funny enough, I happened to be one of the members of that website, in search for … well… my match, who I could not seem to find either, on the other side of the globe, in Italy. I lived in a very small village in Tuscany, and my dating hadn’t been going too well, either. Actually, it went so bad that I gave up on it altogether, good ones or bad ones, they just weren’t for me. So I ventured into the world wide web and stumbled onto this website I had come across on Yahoo, where tons of equally frustrated people were looking for a match made by a piece of software.
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Erik tried to wash his car today. Emphasis on “tried”. The weather wasn’t half bad, so he got the bucket and the sponge and the soap and grabbed the hose. No pressure. Just a dribble. With the dribble, he tried to fill the bucket but it would just take too long. So he turned off the water and went inside to fill the bucket. When he got inside our basement suite, the whole floor was covered in water. Somehow, somewhere, something is broken, and the water came pouring in underneath the walls. I haven’t got a clue where. I only know I am sporting a nice headache now because I was on my knees, trying to suck up as much water as possible with old towels and eventually (genius!!!) the Spotbot. However, now we are faced with the a possibly huge repair bill and other troubles I don’t want to even think about right now.
