What have I done today? I made pancakes. I totally failed to buy a used bike from the local bike recycling project. I spent far too much time browsing through a used book and video store. I started watching Ashes to Ashes season 2 at the behest of a coworker. I got some tasty take-out tempura from the Japanese restaurant down the road. I tinkered with the layout of my dreamwidth blog. I sketched a portrait of my current D&D character and posted it there.

In short, I accomplished nothing of any note. But I had more fun than usual in the process.

PS. I've been using Photobucket for image hosting, and while it's serviceable, I'm not exactly thrilled about it. Can anyone recommend a better alternative?

The bulbs I planted last fall have sprouted! Spring really is here this time (I hope, knock-on-wood).

That part of my evening I did not spend admiring the fine-looking green sprouts outside my door I spent cobbling together a sort of very primitive cookbook for my personal use. It consists entirely of extremely simple, but filling and not entirely un-tasty, recipes, that even an extremely lazy person like myself can generally find the will to put together after a long day's work. So far, it includes:
( many things... )

So. Obviously there must be other good recipes-so-simple-they-hardly-count-as-recipes out there that I can't think of at the moment. But, well, I can't think of them at the moment.

This weekend, for convenience's sake, I got my groceries from one of the upscale, fancy grocery stores near my work instead of the Food Basics over at Jane and Finch. It was definitely pricier than good old Food Basics, but it also had some major perks. For instance, said fancy grocery store stocks locally-grown Ontario strawberries. These strawberries don't look like much from the outside -- small and dark and kind of mushy -- but their taste has to be, well, tasted to be believed. It's fantastically intense, as if each small, mushy berry contains all the combined flavor of a whole pack of regular strawberries.

Now, my impression is that what differentiates Ontario strawberries from the regular, presumably Californian kind is that they are genetically much closer to wild strawberries. So the question becomes... why are regular strawberries so lame in comparison? Didn't we breed and select them to be optimal for human consumption? Was it really so difficult to increase size and shelf life while maintaining flavor? It seems absurd that berries that evolved to attract birds should taste better to us than the domesticated berries custom-designed to appeal to humans.