Saturday, January 31, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Day 150
Day 150: Anybody who has ever broken bread with me (or eaten anything else at all with me) knows that I don't like celery. No, let's be real: I hate it like poison. It serves no purpose and it makes me die a little inside every time I unknowingly ingest it. Tonight I ordered Chinese take out en route home from my parents house and specifically asked that there be no celery in my chop suey but...as you see. Since this is not a blog about things that bother me, I won't go on about how horrible and terrible and disgusting celery is (it's wretched). Instead, allow me to share with you a wonderful memory that came to mind as I began to pick the celery out of my dish. It was one of my favourite places in the world, it offered me my first real job, my happy place: The Golden Mile Restaurant. That place had been an institution in my family for as long as I can remember. It was a family tradition on holidays that Gumpo P would take the whole gang of us out, whoever was home, to the Mile for the delicious delicious buffet. I would gorge on wings and chicken balls nearly until I passed out (which I often did afterward in the van on the way home). Oh, how I loved that place. As I say I got my first real job there as a dishwasher (and later a server) and I can honestly tell you without reservation that was one of the happiest and most fun jobs I've ever had. Sure it was dirty sometimes and sure I got dishpan hands, but I got to wear jeans and crank music and make things CLEAN. Perfection. I worked there for nearly four years until I left home for school, and continued to frequent it whenever possible when visiting Timmins until it closed. The celery thing comes in to play as a favourite memory as I would pick out the celery from my plate and put it on my boss' plate when he sat beside me. He would laugh, and it became a joke between us. In later years when I would come in after I stopped working there I would order a dish and ask for "no celery". Instantly he would know it was me and would come out of the kitchen and give me a hug. Oh, how I loved that place and those days. So many beautiful memories. So, one point for you celery. You did something right for once. #365happydays
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