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Biblical Plagues and the Doors Part Three

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Food Mood : Steak Salad, ‘Cause I needs my energy for this b&^lsh*%t Reno Ridiculouso : Little to Report It’s now the last week in August and we’re still in limbo. Bull Talker Contractor has come back and said he’ll return to the job but won’t take down the work that he’s done (reminder, beams laid the wrong way, walls to high).   The Architect and The Engineer have come up with a safe way to attach the current structure and stabilize it without taking it down.  But we aren’t happy.   Bull Talkers random decision making has led to the destruction of our daughters back yard view.   And, frankly, we aren’t sure that we can put up with working with him anymore.   But it’s Toronto and you don’t fire contractors lightly because it took us six months just to find him in the first place.    Side Rant: Anyone else in the Big Smoke noticing that this lack of contractors and excess of work lets contracting companies get away with the most appalling behaviour?   I can

Late August: Cutting Everything, Eating Nothing

Reno Ridiculouso : Waiting for Bull Talker Contractor to “X+#@ or get off the pot”, and planning what we’ll do after he decides Food Mood : I like bread.   A lot. And now, we wait.   The engineer, Architect and City Inspector have all told Bull Talker what he needs to do and we’re waiting to hear what he’ll say.   Honestly, we’re assuming that he’ll say no but we have to give him the chance to make this right. So we’re giving him two weeks. Two agonizing, endless, god help me weeks, added to the four that have already passed while we’ve halted construction, called in the experts and exchanged carefully worded emails of angst.    And because I’m me ( a virgo people, a serious, serious virgo) we plan what we’ll do if he doesn’t return and we’re out a good bit of cash on badly done work and we have to go on. I don’t think I’ve felt this emotional since my early twenties when I honestly lived in a high state of emotional drama.   We drink.   A LOT.   We think about blami

THE SALAD WARS!!!: While we all wait

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Food Mood : Passing Time Reno Ridiculouso : Paused for a very long, dark time Well, this is the part where we had to stop for four whole weeks while we sorted this out.   Don’t worry folks, it all turns out in the end!   😊   But, to pass the time while we all wait for Bull Talker to make a decision about if he’ll fix his crap job, I bring, you SALADS!!!!   Wooo HOO!!! So, The Hubby and I have an essential disagreement about salads.   I like my salads to look and taste like the beauty above.   All of my components are carefully chosen to balance flavour, texture and temperature, preferably with both hot and cold items.   I like a romaine salad with warm green beans and hard boiled eggs and a nice bit of crunchy bacon with lemon vinaigrette. Hubby?   He likes what he calls a kitchen sink salad.   Like this… Exactly what is sounds like, the whole kitchen sink, in a salad. After years of debate I make my nice salad and then walk away while he destroys it by fill