- Happy birthday,
oursin ! - I realized last month, after only forty (gasp) years of reading Georgette Heyer, what a "light seat" means in riding. Check me: a rider with a "light seat" is supporting their weight on their legs and/or leaping-horn, transmitting their weight down to the stirrups and allowing their legs to act as shock-absorbers, rather than resting their weight on the saddle and bumping up and down on the horse's back. Right?
- I called my husband "darling" in the supermarket Sunday. Am I right in thinking that outside the U.S. (and, for that matter, the Midwestern/Southern parts of the Midwest, for all I know) this would be weird or indecorous?
- Oh God, oh Montreal. My medical marijuana provider is no longer veiling its features with the scanty voile of medicine.
What better way to start your weekend than a cannabis-themed brunch?
This week we're putting our favorite brunch items on sale - infused coffee and tea mixes, honey, granola, almond butter, jam. Order by Thursday to take advantage of the sale price and have yours in time for next weekend!
I shudder to think of the guests at a marijuana brunch driving home. The nasty thing about edibles is that (A) you can't predict when they'll hit and (B) you can't be confident of the dose and (C) you tend to eat too much because it hasn't hit yet. Lather, rinse, repeat. Pot in honey, almond butter, and jam, sounds especially prone to "Oh, just one more croissant" and then disaster.