Plan and organize a Rat Birthday Celebration of life, love, wisdom and more, always more, September 3, 2012 and beyond

The sous chef and I went to Oyster Boy for a dozen “large and sweet, please” which went down easily with a spot of mignonette. We also shared a dozen Rockefeller. I could have ordered another dozen, and another, but I do not have the large pockets of Mr. Rockefeller, or a benefactor like Mr. Rockefeller. But I think longingly of the oysters with gruyere and savoury buttered crumbs I left behind.
“We” had onion rings – one for me, and a battalion for the sous chef who announced “Oh! I should slow down!” when he saw one was left on the platter before I had even looked up. The rings were the size of donuts but tastier. How come there aren’t savoury donuts available in the Big Smoke?
I had a glass of Tawse riesling. It was fruity and tingly. The sous chef does not put his paws on my wine, so I felt we were even.

That monkey ate seven onion rings!

I topped the German chocolate brownies very late at night and hacked off a chunk. No candles. Other good stuff. I had a happy birthday.

1) I’d call it donut, not doughnut. This is 2012 and we don’t say TORONTO, we say HOGTOWN or T-DOT or T.O. or CENTRE OF THE UNIVERSE or THE BIG SMOKE if we’re old enough. And this being 2012, I’d use double entendres confidently, as a big, sophisticated person, not with false innocence and kind of not as a culinary joke.

2) I wouldn’t charge $4 a pop, and if I did, I’d be dazzlingly grateful to each and every customer who shelled out. I wouldn’t be brooming the customers out the door.

That said, we went to Glory Hole Doughnuts for a birthday treat yesterday. There were maybe three flavours left. “Wench, have you a chicken and waffle donut?” I asked the owner/serveuse.
“We don’t make those here because we can’t keep them sanitary,” she said, and turned away. I did not like the word sanitary being thrust into our dialogue, but I pressed on and ordered a Lemon Meringue Doughnut. Here it is, above, and here am I, also above, poking it suggestively in the nip.

The doughnut/donut was ok. The meringue was soft and overheated and the best part.

Oh yeah. They offer an invitation to patrons to invent new flavours of Glory Hole Doughnuts (they could use some creativity), so before we were kicked out, I submitted some. That’s always fun.

sous chef and I went to Wanda’s Pie in the Sky to see about their cupcakes and home-made ice-cream. (I have been hankering for decent butterscotch ice cream for a couple of weeks now.)
Then… this!

Please give me a good big slice, I said. It’s my birthday on Monday and I need to bring my sugar tooth into party mode.

The waitress squeezed the biggest piece ever into a box with gingham napkins. She only had vanilla ice-cream, no butterscotch in sight, so I ordered one to share with Angus. The sous chef had a watermelon slushie which he shared with me. The sun was shining. The weather was hot. There was a foosball table in the middle of the road with a sign that said FREE! PLAY ME!
I like Labour Day Weekend in Kensington.

everyone to join me.