OUT OF THE KITCHEN, INTO THE FRYING PAN

          It is Summer now in the city. You can finally feel it, see its brighter light, and wish to taste it, hot as it may be.  It looks safe enough, today anyway, to go outside in a sun dress, barefooted, ...well almost. I do wish to try on my Pirelli slicks.

          The car wants out of the house, too. The garage is no place for a pretty girl. It is the perfect day to show off and have a little fast fun, let the wind fly under the skirt, hit the road and feign to join the migration of Torontonians heading to their cottages. Hopefully everyone who owns them left ahead of the flock in mass exodus for the extended Holiday. (Happy Canada Day!).  I wish them all their bites of Heaven or most tasty pieces of the Big Pie Up North. They can have their land and water and will peacefully already be upon it, with their spritzers in hand, leaving ownership of the road and full tarmac to the rest of us.

           No one will really know when I exit after an exhilarating and long winding tour through the cut rock and lake peek-a-boos of the Muskokas ...that I'm really just turning around and getting back on the freeway for home in the city without having stopped to fill the second fridge, or dust off the deck chairs.
O.K., so I did dip my toe in, stealing a moment out of a boat house for one quick turn on the lake, too. 

Don't cry for me, Audience.

        And if you do get somewhere and stay, don't try to cook.  Marinade is hot enough. Let it do its thing, while you party! (Well, maybe, whatever it is, cook it a little bit; and another note, don't take cooking advice from ME.). Wherever you are, enjoy the heat and light show! I wish to write about more exceptional summers in real burn time, but have cooled my writing for the sound of sudden crackers outside! They are alive!  It is firework time. It is Canada's Day.... not mine, entirely.

       

       I am home safe, lights out on the inside. I'll just listen.., even though I dreamed of watching three, THREE electric shows simultaneously over Lake Ontario, T.O.,  to beyond.... from... oh, say, ... the 34th floor, South West View of The Four Seasons Hotel Private Residences on Yorkville, a very different view of another lake, looking down on tree tops instead of through them.  Imagine, the sky alighted three frying pans full, red and white, like positively sizzling patriotic bacon!

Try a high-rise picnic while you can, especially on a special holiday, ...even without chairs in need of dusting; champagne in hand, standing on a balcony in the heart of this great city, and with heart for this great country.

HAPPY CANADA DAY!  LLLLLLLL