Crowning Day

Had an admirable sleep and a relaxed start to the day. Breakfast was the normal repaste. Time was taken afterwards to bag up the incredibly smelly garbage and put it out. I even washed the can to try and cure the stink. It’s been the same rank odour dwelling in there for a bit. I wonder if it’s the rotten egg shells. I generally rinse food containers and try to keep compost in the garage. I will have to straighten this out after future investigation. I had day two of that Licensing Meeting on the docket starting mid-morning, first thing for Calgary likely. This left me with a little over an hour to wrap up any lingering items and that’s what I did. I closed out several things from earlier in the week and got myself ready. I had a couple slides to present so wanted to not embarrass myself. I don’t know this subject material as well as I’d like to. The morning zipped by and then while some of the team had an in-depth canola discussion I slipped out to have a delightful lunch. I took some time to pound and soak some chicken. Had to use up that buttermilk and this was the only way I know how. I had a can of Campbell’s Chunky Pepper Steak soup while returning some calls for my actual lunch. The afternoon breezed by with laughs and jokes between presentations. The talk I was involved in garnered some intense discussion and was the last of the day. There was a happy hour scheduled and everyone hung around. There was a kahoot quiz and we all had something to drink. Last time, in this scenario, I went with the fancy ginger ale from Christmas and some Northern Harvest. I didn’t last long, starting to get a full buzz. This time I went with some vodka that had been hanging around for years and the leftover raspberry lemonade I had. I got a buzz slowly over time and not fully until later. I should pause and recognize a couple things here. First the vodka was distilled by a friend from high school at his now successful business in BC. This is from the second batch ever. I tried it seven or so years ago and it was a bit harsh. But at that time I was drinking fancier stuff. Like Prince Igor run through a Brita filter four times, making it indistinguishable from Grey Goose according to my research. Not just me drinking it but sampled by a half dozen sober, university girls that I used to know. So I was in a different place with my palette. I eased into it this time too but I found it to be decent and definitely effective. I texted the manufacturer to give him his accolades and he laughed, agreeing they have made a lot of improvements over time. Shortly after six I had to tap out to work on my dinner.

I took the chicken out of the buttermilk bath and breaded them with panko and cayenne, an excessive amount. After a quick rip through the air fryer I built my sandwiches. I subbed in spinach for the cabbage and ignored the jalapeño. All in all, it was a solid approximation to the proper recipe.

When everything was cleaned up I watched Irrestibles, a Jon Stewart film. Naturally it was political in nature, though classed a comedy (I think). Maybe it was the fading vodka buzz or the long week but I didn’t fully appreciate all the layers. Maybe it wasn’t as deep as I imagined. It wasn’t perfectly executed but was well done and had some very serious messages delivered in an improved method. I’m glad I did it. There was still some daylight left afterward but I decided I’d had enough and went to bed with some YouTube, getting an early start to the sleep hours.