It was the lawnmower that did it. We have a cottage in P.E.I. Why P.E.I?
April is the cruellest month, wrote T.S. Elliot. It’s cruel, he implies, because it disturbs. But, in April, something starts to happen. Here is the end of this part of the poem.
Now that smoking is banned from Montreal restaurant terraces, and summer is here, we set out one afternoon to discover some favourites.
Mom never made a bad dish. If it wasn’t good, it never got to the table.
That a small number of Jews, who also observe Passover, claim to like the taste of matzoh could be seen as a kind of culinary Stockholm Syndrome.”