I don't yet know what this blog will be about. I guess its providence was born at Fancy Frank's Gourmet Hot Dogs while I was people-watching on College Street and scarfing down the most delicious meal: sausage with avocado, tomatoes, bacon and olive oil.
Magnifique!
I've always enjoyed writing about travel adventures (the limited number I've been on)... so maybe I expand that to include adventures in - for lack of a better word - Cancerland.
As many of you know, my dad's 20-month battle with salivary gland cancer is nearing its final stages. He is currently staying at a beautiful hospice in Toronto and my sister and I plan to be here with him round-the-clock (with the exception of the occasional trip to Fancy Frank's). So that means lots of spare time on my hands...
Little to say + lots of time on my hands = a blog with limited potential!
NB: The title of this blog is an homage to the countless trips I've made into Starbucks over the past 6 months for my Dad to order him a caramel latte with whip cream (a liquid drug he discovered late in his life that quickly became a daily requirement). Since Starbucks introduced the practice of personalizing paper cups with customer's first names, I've implemented the practice of responding with "It's for Bob". Thus, my dad's calorie-laden lattes have always been ordered by me, addressed to him.
The best flop related to this practice happened a couple weeks ago when the barista looked at me blankly when I said "it's for Bob". She then smiled, wrote a name on the cup and said "I took a best guess on how that's spelled." When she spun the cup around it said "Furbeck".
Close enough.
