Pro Freshness

SATURDAY NOVEMBER 29:


We woke up at 11am to check out at 12. I am fairly relaxed when it comes to deadlines. I always make it on time - I do not like to be rushed to be at a place unnecessarily early. It was 11:20 and I got told to hurry up. Feeling spiteful, I intentionally slowed down because I knew I’d be ready with time to spare. People here like to be ready 10 hours in advance and I don’t like to be told to hurry when I know that I’ll be ready when I need to be. Call it pig-headed, I don’t care. The point is: don’t rush me J I was told to meet up in the other room when I was ready. Come 11:55, with plenty of time to check out, I was ready and knocked on the door to be responded with “It’s about bloody time”. Fuck that - we had 5 minutes to check out. I was early as far as I was concerned (You’ll notice a pattern in these blogs that they are all rants - and I need to have them - so you can ignore them if you’re not in the mood to read about them!)


With nothing else to see in Ottawa, we made our way back to Oshawa. This time around it was a 4 hour and 20 minute commute. We left Ottawa with very little petrol in the tank, despite warnings from the passengers to go and get some before we leave. We intended on going to the McDonalds exit we took last time, as it was just 7 minutes from the hotel. After a miscommunication with the map reading, we missed the exit and were forced to continue driving along the highway anxiously listening to those beeps in the car to signify: “FILL ME NOW!” We found a petrol station after 20 minutes and filled her up enough to get us back to Oshawa. Got back at 4:30.


10 minutes later the girls and I went shopping for dinner, which went a little like this: “Let’s go out and get some pizza”. Finally…a tiny step out of the processed crap zone and into a fresh food zone - kinda! I assumed we were going to a take away pizza place where they are made to order. I was wrong unfortunately. Thinking we’d go to a pizza shop, instead we went to the frozen aisle of the local grocery store, where everyone chose their own box of pizza. No way was I going to indulge in this, so in protest I chose nothing and ate nothing, saying I was skipping dinner. This didn’t go down too well and they bought me stuff to make a salad, but stubborn old me said, “No, I’m not having any dinner so don’t bother”. My body has been protesting this processed shit, so they ended up having dinner while I went upstairs to check my emails. After my online friends ran away to poofy YouTube land (another rant for another day!), I went downstairs to join the others. I wasn’t hungry, but in anticipation of getting more processed dinner the following day, I decided to prepare my dinner for then. I got my recipe book, found a recipe for basic pizza dough and made my own pizza! In this way, I know what I’m putting in them - all nice ingredients that I like. I made 2 medium sized pizzas with tomato paste, oregano, turkey bacon rashes, marble cheddar cheese, red capsicums, chickpeas and sundried tomatoes. And the good news: everything was fresh and readily available in the fridge for me to use. They tasted sooooo good. I eventually ate one for dinner at 10pm and saved the other one for the following day. I was so happy with that experiment, considering I haven’t made my own gourmet style pizza in months. Went to bed with the whole house smelling of freshly baked pizza goodness…mmmmmm……something else!!


So that was Saturday….off to the next one!