The candy sushi train

There once was a bake sale work...I have nothing that rhymes with work. I participate on the social committee at work and we decided it was that time of the year for a bake sale. I am not much of a baker and so I bring the anti-baking, otherwise known as rice krispy treats. While these delectible treats developed in the 1950's for a church bake sale are scrumptious they also need some dressing up. I introduce to you candy sushi.

I was going to be more adventerous and perhaps attempt baking but thought I would spare the office a trip to the emergency room. I was surfing thisiswhyyourfat.com (which has apparently been shutdown and there is no new content very sad) and came upon it. I did some further googling and realized that some simple candy, rice krispies, fruit by the foot, and marshmallows equal FUN!

MOOSE!

Thursday evening "the gentleman" was otherwise engaged so I busied myself with domestic work cleaning up my apartment and finally cleaning the laundry that was decorating my floor. It is amazing how quickly a 550 sq. ft. apartment can get cluttered, but the bonus is how easy and quick it is to clean up. Hooray for small spaces. While I was finishing up the last couple loads a friend of mine wanted to get out of town and go for an epic drive. Usually at 8 p.m. the old lady in me kicks in that wants to make sure I am in bed at a certain time but I must have been high on tide because I agreed, he picked me up and we hit the road.

A quick stop at the Petro-Canada to top of the old tank then we flew (for the most part at the posted speed limit). Down the Trans-Canada highway towards Banff  an exit to highway 40 and we were in the deep of Kananaskis country. If you have not experienced the beauty of Kananaskis stop reading and start driving. The excitement of seeing what today's Shellie moment is can wait! We were pointing out deer and elk while we cruised along. Then I saw it. In the distance there was a large brown figure trotting along side the road and as we approached I think I scared my friend as the only word that could escape my mouth was MOOSE and I feverishly went for my purse nearly tearing it apart trying to get my camera out on and ready to shoot. Now you may think that is my first time ever seeing a moose as I resort to a level of excitement normally reserved for tourists that we often poke fun of for getting excited over deer and gophers. I have seen moose before but only in zoo to my recollection. This was my first time seeing one out in the wild! It was a very special moment. I forced my friend to pull over and let me snap a picture. Evidence of course that now me, Shellie, has seen a moose outside in the wild. It was a great day and glad my youthful side allowed me the alertness to stay up past my bedtime.

Shellie moment of the story: OMG OMG MOOSE MOOSE!! Pull over MOOSE!

The meat train that is Bolero

I have been seeing a gentleman as of late and we get along so well because we both share one very vital interest...enjoyment in devouring red meat. We have chosen The Keg as of late but last night was the magical night, we went to Bolero. If you have not been there yet it is a Brazilian steakhouse that has over 15 meats on a skewer that is brought to your table and you can eat as much as you like. There is also a salad bar if you dare mix veggies and meat as well as normal sides like mashed potatoes and coconut rice. My gentleman is a seasoned veteran of what I have now deemed the meat train. As this was my first time, we went easy and ordered the sampler plate. Four ounces of two meats as well as the hot and cold bar. I went with the lamb and garlic parmesan sirloin because I do love my red meat and heart attacks. He went with fillet mignon, I assume he loves it as he is french and can order it properly, as well as bacon wrapped chicken.

The meat came and I was well into my veggies trying to act healthy like before I devoured my meat like a champion as well as a small side of mashed potatoes. While I was a bit sad that it was processed parmesan cheese (the kraft kind) instead of the real deal, it was perfectly cooked and delicious either way! I am the farthest thing from a foodie, but I love my real parmesan cheese. It is heaven. Like cookie dough after a workout. I do recommend the meat train that is Bolero for all those carnivores out there that can handle it. I do caution that if you are planning to do two things: 1) call for a reservation and 2) do not eat anything all day so that your stomach is prepared and empty for the train.

Shellie Moment of the story: Later that evening sitting with my gentleman watching TV and digesting our meat, I went to adjust my legs and sit up a little for more comfort and subsequently fell off the couch. Luckily there was a pillow and was fairly comfortable. However said gentleman promptly stole my place on the couch.