It's one of those little gifts life hands you every once in awhile: a rainy Sunday morning. That which invites you to have coffee in bed, to loaf around in your pyjamas and to think of things to cook. Tomorrow I'm heading out of town for the week for work, so I've got some things in the refrigerator to use up, like a red pepper and some zucchini. I had recently noted this recipe in my Pinterest recipe collection which I'd saved from my favourite foodie blog, Skinnytaste.com, and decide to make it, modified to incorporate some not-so-skinny pancetta, also sitting there in the refrigerator. More thumbs-up from both sides of the table.
A Sunday turned out free for Cathy and Stan and Carly so we planned brunch in the city. Carly hooked up with Cathy and Stan at Union Station and then they all met Ceri and me at our favourite brunch place near Sugar Beach.
It's gorgeous and sunny – the first real spring day. A stroke of luck for our family-hanging-about-date, and damn we're all in need of some warm sunshine. It hasn't been a bad winter, but a dreary one. We need sun. I needed some sun bad.
I'm sure we were the only ones in the restaurant who were so taken with the sight of the ship being towed by a tug (and followed by another) across our southerly view as we ate. Might be because we're partial to a coupla' sailors. As we left the restaurant, we see the tugs maneuvering the ship into the slip at the sugar factory.
We take a walk through the Distillery District. Cathy buys Elaine some macaroons at the bakery there. I take pictures of [more] windows. There is a lineup at the Mill St. Brew Pub, so we wander back toward the Market neighbourhood and find a table at the Jason George. We enjoy beers and sunshine and each others' company, laughing a lot. The sun might have had something to do with that, but mostly it was the company.