My Thanksgiving Dinner
No such luck as to have some American-sympathetic turkey and dressing in the cafeteria at noon today (as if there was much ofAmerican-sympathetic anything in Canada in the first place — lately regards are limited primarily to civility), but my lunch still wasn't too far off:
Roasted Pork Tenderloin with Brown Gravy
Mashed Potatoes
Steamed Broccoli
Cheese Roll
Cranberry Juice Cocktail
(Oddly, when writing this, I suddenly got the impression of typing up elementary lunch menus. I don't think I've ever been in a situation of typing up the elementary lunch menu, but I do recall many many mornings of catching it on television or the radio).
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Also, I've discovered a new photo service that puts Shutterfly to shame. The coolest part about it(aside from the fact that you don't have a new URL every time something changes, of course) is that you can tag individual photos with content identifiers, so that someone can browse everyone's public pictures cross-album for pictures identified as being of autumn leaves, or downtown Vancouver, or the statue of Gassy Jack, for example. Oh, and you can also create mouse over-style highlights and notes over parts of a photograph, so you can tell people who each person in a group portrait is, or identify points of interest on a landscape — very cool. And it has a cool comment interface. And . . . never mind — I'll just move my pictures there, and we can all play with it ourselves — how's that?
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I was listening to KERA on streaming audio again today, since it's kind of a slow day (lots of document reviews and scheduling work, as opposed to meetings and phone calls)and also because the testing team on my floor has worked itself up into a veritable frenzy, with the test manager shouting in a grating loud monotone until I couldn't stand anymore not having some way to mask it.
There was a bit in the early afternoon focusing on Thanksgiving dinners offered by various hotels and other organizations forAmericans abroad. During an interview with a hotel manager in Jakarta,the interviewer asked how the dinner had been going so far. "Oh, very thanksgivingly I would say," was the response. Nice.
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Oh, in case you were wondering, yes, I did get my turkey dinner after all.
On the train back into downtown, I was still aching for some turkey and maybe a glass of wine, and started thinking, "Hm, I wonder where might have something like that on the menu, even if it's only a special. . . ." The first place that popped into my head was White Spot, and I'd been meaning to eat there anyway.
Sure enough, turkey and dressing and mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and broccoli and cauliflower with cheese sauce. What more could you ask for besides maybe a special on Yellowtail Shiraz wine? Oh, yeah, they had that too.
So all in all, a successful meal on many fronts. Particularly tasty as well, and right on my way home, so I'll probably be back there before too long.
Roasted Pork Tenderloin with Brown Gravy
Mashed Potatoes
Steamed Broccoli
Cheese Roll
Cranberry Juice Cocktail
(Oddly, when writing this, I suddenly got the impression of typing up elementary lunch menus. I don't think I've ever been in a situation of typing up the elementary lunch menu, but I do recall many many mornings of catching it on television or the radio).
* * *
Also, I've discovered a new photo service that puts Shutterfly to shame. The coolest part about it(aside from the fact that you don't have a new URL every time something changes, of course) is that you can tag individual photos with content identifiers, so that someone can browse everyone's public pictures cross-album for pictures identified as being of autumn leaves, or downtown Vancouver, or the statue of Gassy Jack, for example. Oh, and you can also create mouse over-style highlights and notes over parts of a photograph, so you can tell people who each person in a group portrait is, or identify points of interest on a landscape — very cool. And it has a cool comment interface. And . . . never mind — I'll just move my pictures there, and we can all play with it ourselves — how's that?
* * *
I was listening to KERA on streaming audio again today, since it's kind of a slow day (lots of document reviews and scheduling work, as opposed to meetings and phone calls)and also because the testing team on my floor has worked itself up into a veritable frenzy, with the test manager shouting in a grating loud monotone until I couldn't stand anymore not having some way to mask it.
There was a bit in the early afternoon focusing on Thanksgiving dinners offered by various hotels and other organizations forAmericans abroad. During an interview with a hotel manager in Jakarta,the interviewer asked how the dinner had been going so far. "Oh, very thanksgivingly I would say," was the response. Nice.
* * *
Oh, in case you were wondering, yes, I did get my turkey dinner after all.
On the train back into downtown, I was still aching for some turkey and maybe a glass of wine, and started thinking, "Hm, I wonder where might have something like that on the menu, even if it's only a special. . . ." The first place that popped into my head was White Spot, and I'd been meaning to eat there anyway.
Sure enough, turkey and dressing and mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and broccoli and cauliflower with cheese sauce. What more could you ask for besides maybe a special on Yellowtail Shiraz wine? Oh, yeah, they had that too.
So all in all, a successful meal on many fronts. Particularly tasty as well, and right on my way home, so I'll probably be back there before too long.