The windows are thrown open. It’s sunny and breezaay. I’m listening to Dianne Reeves belting out Endangered Species on Rdio. Sing it, Dianne. I feel ya today.
Finishing up the Hopewell Rocks #newbrunswickroadtrip post, I was dwelling on the fact that it’s Labour/Labor Day Weekend in Canada and the USA. and wondering just how many folks were gonna be hanging out on the intertoobs today.
Hellooo? Anybody there?
So we’re doing some Friday bloggity lite.
In late August, we partook of the 6th Annual Wild Blueberry Festival at the Evergreen Brick Works, along with the rest of Toronto.
We were first timers.
It was all about the blueberry, man.
And while I didn’t make a blueberry seed ball, nor get my face painted — though a fat blueberry on my cheek would have been verra cool — nor hunt for wild blueberries, I did visit every vendor and farmer in the pavilions…
And I might have eaten a blueberry or ten. I could have made a serious dent in the blueberry food and drink offerings, if only there had been sample sizes.
I did what I could.
Since I can get a blueberry muffin anywhere, I went for a grilled blueberry French toast sandwich stuffed with brie and bacon, as did the only daughter.
I can’t even!
We tried the blueberry lemonade. Refreshing. Not too sweet.
The G-Man had a wild boar and blueberry sausage. I don’t know how I missed that.
Some vendor was offering a blueberry tamale. Be. Still. My. Heart. Sadly, there was no room left in my blueberry bursting belly.
You know, I try to remember to take food shots at events like these, but I am so busy enjoying the flavors that everything is pretty much scarfed before I think about it.
And I usually save the food fotos for Insta, because I’m not very good at food fotography… yet.
See what I did there with the letter f?
I did take this.
Graffiti Through the Looking Glass
Graffiti art is one of my favorite aspects of the brick works.
Through and Through
I’m liking all that dark space. And I want to know who’s going to come creeping down those stairs.
In Other News ~
I’ll be spending the rest of the day trashing my office with Icona Pop’s Emergency on continuous replay on Rdio. It’s looking pretty trashed here already. Things have gotten out of hand, and it’s pitch, pitch, pitch, throw. Out with the old and really old and long forgotten.
Okay. I really need those dancin’ shoes they’re wearing in that music video. If you’re in an office today, you should really headset this. Just a suggestion.
I have the Only Daughter to thank for my eclectic taste in music.
Little fib. Mebbe.
Safe travels this Labour/Labor Day weekend.
If you’re not driving…
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…