Oh!
I like rhubarb!
I removed the outer skin on the stalks, chopped them into 1″ pieces, sprinkled them liberally with sugar, and nuked them for 10 minutes. They made their own juice and the whole thing tastes like a happy marriage of apples and raspberries. Tart, but not too much, sweet, but just enough. Over good, thick vanilla yogurt it is absolutely divine.
Thankfully, I have two huge bowlfuls and plenty of yogurt!
The other day I noticed a note by the phone at work that look suspiciously like a Whitehorse shopping list. As an experiment, I penciled in ‘pineapple’ at the bottom of the list. When I came in to work last night, there was a pineapple waiting for me by the computer. Aw, they love me. 😀 (Pineapples are currently $7 in Dawson and nowhere near as pretty as the one I got from Whitehorse!)
Today, some customers offered me rhubarb. I accepted, imagining that they’d hand me a couple of stalks. Instead, I was the recipient of a ginormous pile of the stuff that I’m told was twice that size before other people helped themselves to it! I don’t have much experience in cooking up rhubarb other than as a filler in pie or muffins, so I think I’ll just stew up the whole lot with some apple and make a compote to serve over yoghurt or granola. I’m sure it’ll freeze well. Rhubarb is one of those things that I don’t think about until it’s in front of me. I don’t even know if I like it or just tolerate it or what. I’ll have an answer to that in about an hour, once I’m done peeling and chopping the suckers!
I was working the front desk today when I looked up to see a class C RV zipping down the Klondike Highway. Normally, that would not be worth a post, but this rig was pulling an Airstream trailer! The mother-in-law suite, perhaps? 😀
Just some random photographs taken during my aimless wanderings the other night:
this sign always amuses me
the Eldorado Hotel, home of the Sluicebox Lounge bar
My ‘Dawson truth’ lies somewhere between the gaudy carnival and the harsh, sobering reality. Of course, I only know SummerDawson.
the above text comes from this exhibit; it’s free and open super late
this building is just a façade; far as I know there is nothing going on inside
Bombay Peggy’s pub & inn
This pizza place is accessible only through an alley (hence the name Back Alley Pizza). I’ve found the building after much searching and am now trying to figure out where the entrance is!
Nothing much has been going on over the past few days; it’s just been insanely busy! The movie crew has checked out so life should be a bit less zany for the next couple of days. I am also going to be starting a new schedule on Monday which will give me several days a week to go out and explore the things I meant to explore last year.
I brought my camera to town tonight in hopes of getting a shot of some of the stars staying in town, but it was for naught. I had to settle for Owen Wilson brushing by me too quickly for me to get a picture. Ah, sucks to be me. 😀
After that excitement and a pint, my friends and I headed over to Gerties where I got some decent shots for once!
These are from the 10:30 show. The lady in orange is ‘Gertie’, but not the one I normally rave about. This is the first time I’ve met ‘the other Gertie’, who takes over on Amy’s nights off. She was quite good, but I feel disloyal saying too many nice things about her. 😀
The pics are from various moments in the show. You can see the swirly, multi-coloured skirts and kicking legs in the first few shots as well as some of the tap dancing routine. One of the highlights of the show is when they bring a male audience on stage and make him do a little song and dance. In this case, it was “There was a farmer who had a dog and poker was his name-o. P-O-K-E-R!” with the guy having to play a variety of instruments in tune. As a reward, he was inducted into the coveted Order of the Garter. The guy walking around the audience is ‘Spencer Doorman’, who is ‘discovered’ by Gertie in the 8:30 show.
