Bun Burger Bun

... thawing the frozen bun
while cooking the hamburger ...

I don't go through fast food outlets often enough, to know exactly how to order. One thing is for sure, if a person doesn't want a pickle on their hamburger they shouldn't have one. And it is on the ordering that the burger is made perfect. It's easy to get Duncan's order. He wants bun / burger/ bun. Life couldn’t be more simple than that. In 19 years, his tastes haven’t changed.

Now that we have to make his order at home, there's been a question about what's the best way to get to that burger. Rebecca thinks buying a box of frozen burgers is the best way. I like to buy a chub of meat and then make the hamburger myself. I like to be the foreman on this job. Duncan is not interested in any of the condiments. It is okay if I put a little bit of Worcester sauce in the hamburger and work it in with the salt, before I flatten it into a burger, but that's about it.

David Camps and I worked the method over at the lake, checking out if David could make himself a hamburger. I was glad to see it was true. David Camps can make his own burger. And so can Duncan. I think it is Rebecca who figured out that in order to get the frozen bun fresh, one should put a rack over the frying pan, put the two halves of the bun on and then while it's 3 minutes per side for the burger, that bun is steamed just enough to be perfect.

Last night I told Duncan I would make the burger for him but his mother was wanting to go out shopping and if she came upstairs, then he'd have to finish the job. I finished but then forgot to tell him it was done. A half an hour later I came to him and said Duncan, thank you for coming in and taking the bun / burger / bun from the kitchen., I forgot to deliver it right to your workstation. He really laughed.

Arta

Lowest Prices in Town

My second time to this shop.
My happines for the day is complete.

The long story is that Kelvin needed a stent blocking procedure yesterday, and so our outing was arranged around getting him to the Lougheed Hospital yesterday.

 The procedure he was after was one that would unblock his stent which was causing him the jaundice.

... the sweets we didn't buy ...

While waits can be long in hospitals, he learned that the procedure he needed is only done in that hospital in all of Alberta.

 So the wait is shortened somewhat when there are not miles of travel to do to get medical care.

 This is more than a small mercy.

 Catherine and I went to get him food and where else to go but the Samsoa factory since we were a 10 minute drive away.

 Since we ordered 12 large ones, we had to wait for them to come from the back of the shop freshly made.

 That gave us lots of time to look around the shop

Catherine began to interview every child who entered the shop, asking which of the sweets were the best ones to buy.

 Then she began interviewing other customers, and even the woman at the till.

 The burning question was which of the sweets should be pick, since they were all lined up and you could choose anything along the counter for $6.99 a pound.

We freely chose, having had missed lunch and now nearly missed supper.

 Kelvin was just as hungry when we picked him up, having fasted all day.

 A few months ago he said that he was no longer interested in spicy food.

 But, for him, it was fabulously delicious last night.

 Our first, second and third courses of the evening were all samosa.

There were other choice of sweets in that shop. 

This time, all the sweets you can put in a box for $2.99.

 Catherine and I watched a couple of men, mixing and matching their sweets from both categories, but all in the large box.

 She and I tried to explain to them that things would be cheaper if they took two boxes, one for each price.

 But that couldn't do for them, for they were on their way to a potlock and were only to bring one dish.

 How interested do you think I was in trying to figure out why one at a higher price would be better than two at a lower price at the pot luck?

Catherine says that the lowest prices in Canada
also exist in Montreal
in the shop where she buys her Samosas!

We tucked in a Costco run and 3 ice cream cones for the day, as well as a trip to Home Depot.

And truth be told, we did not get everything done that was on our lists.

We didn't even get 90% of the way there.

 Arta

A Sailor Moon Weep

I picked Zoe up for bowling but she had just a few minutes left on her Sailor Moon programme to watch.

By the end of the show she had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What is wrong," I asked. "Don't you want to go to bowling."

"I can't believe she died," Zoe said.

I assumed the character in the video was now deceased.

"Give me the phone," said Wyona to whom I was talking when noticing the tears and to Zoe she said, "You can't watch that show if it is going to make you sad."

When Zoe got off the phone she was mad!

Oh no, I thought. How is our afternoon going to go, but Wyona had prompted me, saying, "She probably needs something to eat."

Wyona was right. On the way to bowling I looked at the apple in her hand and all that was left was the little wooden stem she was holding between 2 fingers and a few pieces of the cellophane that were encapsulating the seed.

We had already gone through how mad she was at Wyona and Greg. He must be included now, either by vitue of retirement or by virtue of association with Wyona.

"Wyona and Greg are always bossing me around," she said, still weeping.

Well, I don't want to be in that "always bossing me around" category, so I was offering her everything to stop the tears which continued to stream down her face on the ride all the way up fourteenth street and down 64th Avenue.

"Look. You have to quit thinking about something that was only a video, and if you do, we shall stop for ice-cream on the way home."

That stopped the tears.

And the only remaining fly in the ointment was that she had forgotten to take her bowling card with her, but her supervisor wrote down her scores, so I thought the day could be termed well done by us.

We picked up Kelvin from watching October Conference and offered him either a ride home or a trip to the Dairy Queen with us.

He choose the later.

Now I don't want to say anything bad about myself in this post, but I honestly confess that I don't know the difference between the Dairy Queen and MacDonalds, obviously, because we were at the MacDonald's counter, ordering, when I figured out I had come to the wrong fast food joint. The way I could tell is that when I ordered a large sundae with two toppings, hot fudge and cherry, the clerk told me that they don't sell that cherry flavour.

I was so disgusted with myself that I told Zoe, go ahead. Order whatever you want. I could feel myself laughing when she said 10 chicken McNuggest, fries and a medium drink. I should have known she hasn't picked up the Pilling penchant for ice-cream over all other choices. I should have ordered for her.

I have got to work on driving to the right food outlet -- at least if I want hot fudge and cherry on a sundae.

Perhaps a few more outings would help.

Arta