Tuesday, July 14, 2015


Last week, we had hazy and kind of foggy weather. BUT, we were told that it was smoke from up north. Way up north, from Canada. So I kept inhaling and smelling. It was very disappointing. I had my heart all set for it.

Years ago, just before they closed the Homestead Act in Canada, my Dad, Mom, sisters, and I went to Canada. WOW! We had a great time. And the people were so nice. We stopped off in Vancouver for breakfast on our way to Vancouver Island. I wish I could remember the name of the place.

When we walked in, the place smelled of coffee and great food. It was packed full of people. By the time we were able to set down, I thought that I was going to pass out from all the smells and looking at the food that other people were eating. Stacks of pancakes, biscuits, gravy, eggs, sausage, and Canadian bacon.

Well, I ordered wild blueberry sourdough pancakes, two eggs over easy, and Canadian bacon, milk, and juice. The pancakes were over-hanging the plate by at least a half inch. And the blueberries were HUGE! The yolks on the eggs were a deep yellow and were done just right. The Canadian bacon was the best I had ever had. I don't even remember what everyone else ate.

All I do remember is I ate every single bit; I was ready to lick the plate even. I do remember a few family members moaning a bit trying to get back in our van. We made the ferry, and found a place to camp on Vancouver Island. We did not eat until supper time that night. It was a great trip.

The air here never did smell like Canadian Bacon. What a bummer.

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