Originally thought of going on EI but realized that with me trying to sponsor my Mrs to Canada, going on social assistance would not be the best of ideas. Which leads me to look around for work. Going to take a few days, however, first to have a bit of down time and then hopefully will find something either temp through the Xmas season or perm in the south that is decently paying so that I can hang out with my Mrs.
So, will try now to convert this blog from a 'whats wrong with camp life' to a sort of experiment documentation blog of cooking experiments and disasters. Just recently I attempted a Salmon Wellington (salmon fillet baked in a puff pastry shell with spinach and a mushroom paste inside) that turned out not too bad except that with no sauce on it I was told that it was sort of bland tasting. Granted, there were no spice flavorings but all you could taste was a distinct taste of moist salmon as well as the buttery puff pastry. Going to attempt it again over the Christmas holidays when my parents are down and even might try to find a butter sauce recipe to make to put on top of it.
Oh, another thing to mention. We adopted two new kittens from the SPCA.
This one is Dawn. She was originally named Carly Simon but had her name changed upon adoption. Shy and timid she was extremely hard to get out of her shell. Took her about 3 days before she would stand still long enough for us to come up and pet her once before scurrying away to a dark, hard to reach corner. Though now she is opening up and even coming up to us when we sit and watch TV and looks for hugs and cuddles. A true hunter at heart, when we shake the toys around for her instead of pouncing with youthful abandonment with hopes of catching something, she will sit there and study the item, find a recurring movement pattern and then time her attacks to grab it in one shot. Would be rather boring except we often bounce the ball or play toy up and down and it is rather funny to watch her head bounce up and down like a spectator at table tennis match if the ball was going 1000 km/h across the table.
This one is Dusk. He was originally Tom Jones but, again, name change upon adoption. He, as his name suggests, is the total opposite of his sister Dawn. He is an explorer at heart, constantly wandering around the place looking for nooks and crannies not to hide in but find out 'what lives in there?' He has no problems with being picked up and cuddled and every time he is picked up he instantly starts to purr like a little motor boat. Where his sister calmly watches her prey before pouncing, Dusk takes the more aggressive approach to hunting. If Dawn's approach was to be thought of in way of a sniper with a high powered rifle watching closely to get one shot for the prey; Dusk's approach would be that of a guy carrying four sawed off shot-guns who just dives towards what he is after, shooting all the way and hoping that he hits something he is after. So many times poor Dawn has been the victim of a 'drive by pawing' when Dusk sees the toy and starts jumping and swatting at the air hoping to make contact with something.
They were originally part of a 5 kitten litter but we were told by the people at the SPCA that the whole litter had some upper breathing problems that lead to complications and the other three were hit worse than these two and had to be put down. Our two were not as bad and fought back to overcome their health problems and were given a clean bill of health. They actually spent very little time at the SPCA since they were brought out of isolation on the 20th, neutered/spayed on the 21st and put up for adoption on the 22nd and were in their cage for about 5 minutes (we saw the lady come out with them and put them in the cage and then go to get their food and descriptive paperwork) before we decided to start the paperwork to adopt them.
I think one of the reasons we decided to adopt them was that when they got to the cage they both ran to the back and just stood there staring outwards. The cage was at the right height so that the Mrs could look in and see them perfectly but I, being a little taller, had to tilt my head to the side and lean down a little to look past the paperwork hanging on the door as well as the height of the cage. We think Dusk saw me cause as soon as I looked down at him he tilted his head the same way I was and looked out at me as if he was saying "ok, so this is how we look and greet people? if you want to, oh strange one". Dawn just sat there with a furry Ewok looking face like she didn't know what was happening. So, we had to adopt them both since you can't break up a brother/sister litter that had been through something like they had.
They are the perfect complimentary pair and as soon as we can teach them what they can and can not jump up on, as well as what they can and can not bite/nibble on, they will be the perfect house companions.
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