I’m a little late but with reason. Last night there were BBQ and glacier slideshow going-ons at the Kommune. Faron was doing field work in the Yukon and the gathering was for the group who had been there to share pictures and stories. Amazing photographs and great to see how well a projector works in our backyard.

But earlier in the day I did get the chance to celebrate Lasagna Day. A co-worker recently stumbled upon a little Italian catering business / café nestled in the middle of our nowhere land company box park - taste of italy catering (website coming soon). It’s a great little places, the staff are smiley and friendly, all main items are between $5.00 and $7.00, and they taste yummy and fresh. If you are ever in Richmond, lost among the featureless boxes of the East side, hope that you might stumble across this little place.

I ordered the Lasagna al Forno:

Whenever I eat lasagna I think of Garfield and then I wonder - how Italian is lasagna really? Has anyone tried lasagna in Italy? The only thing I know is that their lasagne does not have ripply edges.

Yesterday was also “Cheese Sacrifice Purchase Day”. “Sacrifice” and “Purchase” seem a little contradictory so I wasn’t quite sure what to do here. This was the best explanation I found:

Today is Cheese Sacrifice Purchase Day. Apparently if you wish to get rid of mice you have to sacrifice some cheese and today is the day you purchases the cheese to sacrifice to the mice.

But I wasn’t entirely convinced. Neither did I connect with that definition in any way, not having ever lived with mice (that I know of). So I did the first thing I figured I had to do: I bought my favourite cheese: applewood smoked cheddar. On the way home I thought about making a cheese shrine or sacrificing the cheese to the carpenter ants or saying that I’m a mouse and hoarding the cheese to myself. In the end I sacrificed the cheese to the BBQ:

Not really a sacrifice at all. Besides, mice are not that into cheese anyway…but would they go for cheesecake? Stay tuned…