Lou loudly alerted me to the most wonderful surprise yesterday afternoon – a FedEx package full of maple syrup products from Manon’s sugar shack in Ontario. Two jugs of the pure stuff – which gave me ample opportunity to hold them up chest height and have Mike admire my jugs in a way he hasn’t in a very long time – plus maple butter, apple butter and maple sugar. I’m pretty sure I saw a tear of pure joy run down Mike’s cheek.
And so since this is the last weekend I won’t have a 7:30 am call time (we’re shooting every day until the 18th) until the weekend of the 21st, I thought I’d make waffles in homage to this wonderful syrup and in order to stash some away in the freezer for more streamlined mornings for M & W. I made them pumpkin waffles in an attempt to inject at least some nutritional value – I imagine W is going to be eating an awful lot of grilled cheese and eggs on toast over the next couple weeks. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Myself – I have lofty plans of getting up über early, going to the gym and reviewing our script for the day on the elliptical trainer, then coming home, showering and getting to the set (with coffee) by my 7:30 call time. How long do you think that will last?
Plus tomorrow I’m going to try to make cinnamon buns to bring to celebrate the first day of shooting. You know, get us all off on the right food before we share close quarters for more than two weeks. My plan reminds me of the time I baked cookies for CBC in the morning and was running late so had to bring the whole cookie sheet in the car, with a spatula and plate, and transferred them from sheet to plate at a red light. At least I gave the guy in the truck beside me something to tell everyone at the water cooler that day. I’ve seen people doing their makeup in the car, reading, even working on their laptops. But baking cookies?? (Have I mentioned my absolute lack of time management skills before?)
I will, by the way, answer your weight loss queries tomorrow night too. I know if I get into it now I won’t be up in the morning early enough to pull off my delicately choreographed gym-study-cinnamon bun-shower-work regime. Come to think of it, I suspect late nights on this blog has a lot to do with my shaky time management skills…