I spent the first ten days of the year dogsitting in Wolseley, a Winnipeg suburb known for its artistic sensibilities. It was so cold that the pup and I had to forgo most longer walks, but as soon as the weather allowed the two of us tromped off to see Lincoln's sleeping dragon, a massive ice and snow sculpture that takes up most of the artist's front yard. Talk about impressive.
Friends have spent the last five or six years telling me to read Butler. Early last month, I finally took the plunge.
By the looks of it, Butler and I will get along very well indeed. At three books in, I most ardently admire her ideas and her prose. I'm so glad I have four more of her books on my Kobo, with the rest easily accessible through my library.
I ate it as a dip for sweet potato fries and I slathered it on sandwiches. If it weren't for the extreme unhealthiness of it all, I'd have squeezed it into the bowl of large spoon and scarfed it down that way.
The Canadians among you must try it. Non-Canadians, please see if any of your local grocery stores manufacture and/or carry something similar. You can make it, too, but the recipes I've perused are all egg-free and the store bought variety isn't. It tastes like a true blend of avocado and mayo, rather than pureed avocados pretending to be mayonnaise.
Most of all, though, I loved THE WICKED WALLFLOWER by Maya Rodale, a spectacularly fun blend of Regency-style reality competition and true love. I gulped it down in a single day.
I didn't think I'd ever love another Disney movie the way I love TANGLED, but FROZEN has proved me wrong. I can't stop thinking about this story of two sisters who desperately want to connect but are unsure how to be around each other. I'm sure I'll find some fault with it once I've seen it a couple more times, but right now, it's perfect.
It's given us some great music, too. Y'all know how much I love "Let It Go." I'm also mighty taken with "Vuelie" and "Frozen Heart," the two numbers that open the movie.
As their marriage wore on, though, I started hoping it would last longer than any other marriage in television history, simply because it looked so unlikely to succeed. They've had blips here and there, most recently when David tried to destroy his brother's life and ended up almost killing the guy (see: awful people, but I can't seem to stop rooting for him oh god why), but they've never actually divorced and I pray they never will. I've got a thing for fuck-ups who find each other and stick it out, and these two are it. Here's hoping they're still married when CORONATION STREET celebrates its centennial.