As a trauma nurse, my bestie has seen many shocking and horrifying things. She enjoys telling me about things people have stuck up their butts, things people have eaten, like scissors (not for the first time either) and other random gross things that make me dry heave. But she’s used to it. She doesn’t even Continue reading →
My Death Spiral Into the Baking Abyss
“Organize a cookie exchange,” they said Have you ever had a great idea that you immediately put into motion, only to realize you have absolutely no related skills that even remotely support the completion of the task? Let’s organize a cookie exchange, I thought. That’ll be easy and fun. • • • 8 pm: Change into Continue reading →
Day 9: The Newfies Next Door
I would be remiss if I didn’t spend at least one post talking about the wonderful people who live on The Rock. Let me first start by saying that it has been a mission to get my posts out. There is no cell service within an hour of our secret cod cottage. No wifi either. Continue reading →
Day 8: Filet o’ Fish
For those of you who have never filet a fish it is somewhat of a soothing, albeit disgusting experience. There is something soothing about watching the clean cut along the spine and then along the tail in one swift movement. (In a ‘It’s a fish and we’re gonna eat it’ kind of way, not in Continue reading →
Day 7: Contemplating Cod
When the fish aren’t biting, it gives you lots of time to think. My mind goes to strange places when it’s idle. Like what it’s like to be a fish for instance. When you catch fish, you don’t always hook it in the mouth. Sometimes you hook its tail or its head or its belly. Continue reading →