When Butterball decided they liked my last post enough to order up a second helping (and yes, please expect many turkey and Thanksgiving puns from here on in), I was game for pretty much anything they wanted to try. The last time we’d danced, I wound up hanging with Team Andretti as we watched all manner of vehicle drive ludicrously fast down by Exhibition place. As a parent, husband and homeowner, it can be tough to find the time for hitting events, but when they’re cool enough, you make time.
Which is all a roundabout way of saying a courier caught me by surprise when he showed up at my door with a 6 kilo turkey to hand over!
So, context. In the nearly 8 years we’ve been together, Sarah and I have tried to cook a turkey but once, so put off by the disastrous result that we never tried again. An undercooked bird, a handful of tantrums and a hazy period where I went vegetarian for a bit purely out of spite later, it’s a task I put squarely out of mind until one point in the future where either set of parents decided they no longer wanted to host family dinners and tasked the kids to do it*.
But a big part of holidays is about family, and now with one of my own, it’d probably be for the best if I learned a thing or two about putting a holiday spread together — I mean, it’s the least I could do for the people who’ve put up with me this long, right?
CONTINUE READING: That time I tried to cook a turkey and ALMOST nailed it except for that ONE thing….
Pretty sure I had this idea before, but couldn’t make it stick. Putting together a quick synopsis of the week to show what I’d been up to without needing a full post for every little thing.
But the last time I did it? I overthought everything, getting too lost in the details to make it effective.
This time it’ll be quick, dirty, and good for people who just want the highlights of what your favourite blogger’s favourite blogger* is up to!
So let’s go!!!
Sunday, September 27th
Started the week by wrapping up our church retreat at Camp Kwasind in Utterson, ON, a few hours north of Toronto. Little Man had a killer time, even going as far as finding comfort in the arms of other parents.
You do you, bro. You do you.
Also, I’m horrible at foosball.
CONTINUE READING: The rest of The Week That Was #1 — new clothes, toddler swag, and finding time for family portraits!
It was the summer of 2000, and I’d enrolled in a Grade 12 Physics class at a nearby summer school to make up for the poor grade I’d gotten in the school year that’d just come crashing down around me. I was turning over a new leaf, but swapping my convenient downtown lifestyle for a more suburban routine — and without a set of wheels to call my own, I took to biking the 20 minutes to school to keep things simple.
I figured I could get used to this — I’d finish my last year of school in The Credit Woodlands, a school where many of my Grade 6 classmates wound up and had the program I was looking for. As I spent my summer days there under the tutelage of Mr. Burnham, I made my peace with its windowless interior and started filling my transfer form to make it all final.
That is, until I walked out from class one day and saw nary but a cut lock where my bike should’ve been.
CONTINUE READING: The 15-year story of how I became a bike owner again, and how happy it is to feel FREE.
On Sunday, September 27th, something’s coming up that you won’t want to miss!
Toronto’s known for its foodie culture, hosting people and their dishes from virtually every corner of the planet, giving our citizens a discerning palate that you just won’t find anywhere else. But because as a diverse city we’re so used to searching across the seven seas for the inspiration that’ll sate our dining desires, we often forget to look within our national borders to see what one of the largest and most diverse countries has to offer!
The preview I had for the upcoming Lobstahpalooza was just that — a cast of friends bringing their skills and resources to the table so they could put the kind of experience together you just don’t see these days!
Little did we know how true that’d be… but I’m getting ahead of myself.
CONTINUE READING: A story about lobster, amazing people, and an experience I won’t soon forget.
I’ve learned to steadfastly believe in myself and that I can do anything I put my mind to, because expecting anyone else to without them being in my head feels unrealistic. I’m not high on myself — I speak very matter-of-factly about my #BloggerLife and everything it’s given me ’til now — but this world frowns on tooting your own horn, preferring that you fall in line and do what society expects of you. And that same world is the one with everyone too afraid to lend each other a hand, burned by life so often that they’re unable to trust without tangible proof that they should bother.
The world wants most of us convinced that success isn’t in our futures, making things infinitely harder for anyone straying from the norm. It values conformity not conviction, obeisance over originality — if you want a destiny you can truly call your own, you’ll need to do more than just walk the walk and talk the talk… your principles need to live through every fibre of your being so the world can see you stand tall in your beliefs!
But are you willing to do everything you must to go all the way?
Many bloggers I’ve known were full of passion and energy — but they, like myself, pointed it all in the wrong direction. Party harder. Blog faster. These were the things we’d do as we struggled to get noticed, trying to be the first bloggers out the gate rather than be the ones who did things best.
But what’s the point of shouting when you’ve got nothing to say?
CONTINUE READING: You’ve gotta believe in yourself. You’ve GOTTA. This post is a little reminder of WHY.