365: Red; It's That Time of the Decade Again

Once every decade or so, our city's hockey team gets itself into the playoffs (this is Canada; we say it's not themselves - because a team is one thing... but I digress)

Last time was 2013 and it was all sorts of debauchery, public drunkenness, lots and lots of naked boobs - because beer plus normally self-respecting females apparently makes for "Sure you can post my naked breasts to Twitter/Instagram/Facebook, and I won't even regret it until I remember the Internet never forgets...

I like this sedate little display, even if it looks a bit like a wash line. I'm not at all sure about the blue and white stuffies...

365: Red; March 23, Not burning it down

Sometimes the best laid plans just totally go to hell. Such was the night of the Beef Wellington.

Every possible thing happened to slow down getting dinner on the table, starting with a dog suddenly developing a very weird pain, followed by fog filling the kitchen thanks to lovely fatty beef with a lovely buttery crust starting to smoke, followed by a delicious dinner, followed by said dog becoming really uncomfortable just as the real, shredded coconut topping for the real, from-the-nut, coconut pie caught fire in the oven while everyone poured over the dog.

This is the movement one makes whilst waiving the new, not-yet-burned oven mitts under the fire alarm in an effort to have it quit screaming. What you don't see is three other people extricating a flaming pile of burned coconut from the oven.