Hi friends.
I am so excited to be writing today’s post it’s a little silly.
So let’s just get right to it shall we?
Fry-up time!
Minty fresh.
On Tuesday I made mint pea soup and parmesan toast:
Out here on the west coast, it has been raining like a raining thing and I find that once our days reach a certain level of murk, all I want to do is make (and eat) hot, healthy foods and curl up in front of the fire.
Hence the need to whip up a fresh batch of this glorious green concoction.
Now, whenever I eat/make pea soup, I always think about that scene at the beginning of The Rescuers Down Under (we’re talking high art here folks), where Bernard takes Bianca out for a really fancy dinner (with the express intention of proposing to her).
Side note: I will always stand by my opinion that The Rescuers – the original movie – was always the better movie of the two.
Anyway, the mice and all the other animals are actually dining in the chandelier of an incredibly well-to-do (human) restaurant. A pea falls off the plate of one of the human dishes, only to be promptly scooped up by one of the animal waiters (a very posh-looking grasshopper), who then slingshots it up to the animal kitchen.
There, a chef – also a grasshopper – takes the pea and turns it into soup.
Now, what made this short, but memorable scene so brilliant (to six year old me) is the way both of these characters exclaim “pea soup!” with such enthusiasm and hilarity.
And as a child I could never, ever, get enough of their enunciation and tone.
And to this day, it still cracks me up.
So of course, every time I sit down to a bowl I absolutely have to say “pea soup!” just like a posh grasshopper waiter-or-chef.
Seriously, check it out for yourself:
And believe me, once you start, you won’t stop.
Onwards!
Taking a stand.
So.
I promised to post it as soon as I had the chance, and well, here it is!
My stand-up routine.
Meep.
Full disclaimer – this video contains some not-so-safe for work language. I make a concerted effort to communicate in this here blog without any swears, but I must confess that when I get on stage they are much harder to contain.
I do so hope that you enjoy it.
p.s. My name is Vanessa Woznow. Erm…hi?
A good word.
One of my most-loved things to do in preparation for the holidays is purchase beautiful little cards and send them to all my family and friends.
This year I chose gorgeous doves! And penguins sledding down a hill!
(This photo is also excellent evidence that I cannot keep myself away from sparkle – even in card form.)
Last night I prepared all of my cards for my rad work mates and for my family’s cousin Christmas card swap – a tradition born out of my grandfather’s passing five years ago.
He used to send us each a personalized card every December 25th, and we want to keep the memory alive by making sure we stay in touch over the holiday season.
What makes it even more special is that this year I will get to see so many of them in person.
And goodness knows I CANNOT WAIT.
(Double eep!)
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So there you have it beauty cats.
Soup, comedy, and cards – the trifecta dominating my thoughts on these dark and dreary, and oh-so late autumn evenings.
I hope all of your weekends are filled with love, laughter, and light.
Because goodness knows, Nymeria and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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