This morning, it fell on me to dispatch the lobster. Mom was all for simply dropping them in the pot and boiling them alive but I suggested the more humane method: a quick knife thrust through the head. She said okay – and then left me to do deal with it. And when my sister arrived, she was no help either, retreating to the living room while I “handled it”. So I did. And, twenty minutes later, we had lobster and garlic butter for lunch.
And while we’re on the subject of eating, here are some of the culinary highlights of my whirlwind Montreal tour…





And then, at trip’s end, there’s always the emotional goodbye. Not so much with family – after all, they know I’ll be back – but with the dogs who, no doubt, are already missing me terrible…



Not pictured: Roxy and Caramel who were out in the back yard when I left. Clearly, saying good-bye was just too painful.
Okay! I’m off! See you in Vancouver! Don’t forget to watch Underground tonight as our Stargate: Atlantis rewatch continues!
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