Second Gen (2003-2016, 2016- )
The mighty mighty Flea emailed me a link to this place [ed.: portland ordered a link decommissioning due to 12 pop-ups] where you can buy or pretend to buy a jetsicle home of your own [Ed: as seen on eBay]. I am thinking I would prefer to live on a boat but it sure would maximize your herb garden space.
Check out real jetsicle goodness here, here, here and here. I have one to get at the Kingston airport and I know there are a couple in Halifax needing added to the collection.
At 25, a breakfast of Advil, coffee and a generous rubbing of tiger balm on
Saturday morning usually followed a night out in the pubs of Halifax. At 41, it follows old timer’s soccer. The shirt worked. Keeper for a half. Shutout.
At 25, a breakfast of Advil, coffee and a generous rubbing of tiger balm on Saturday morning usually followed a night out in the pubs of Halifax. At 41, it follows old timer’s soccer. The shirt worked. Keeper for a half. Shutout.
So it is Greece v. Portugal. For a kid of Scots immigrants, the fact that two smaller nations have made it to the final game of Euro 2004 is good. It gives some hope that another small nation’s team, wallowing in rebuilding since the 1980s, might be there again one day. But how to celebrate the game?
V. 
Being Nova Scotian, I had much more contact with Greeks than Portuguese growing up. There were at least two waves of Greek immigration to Nova Scotia which affected my eating habits. As I posted to the replies below, Lunenburg sausage (see reference to it here) is apparently an accurate recollection of the descendants of immigrants by chance who crash landed on the South Shore coast in the 1800s which uses corriander and allspice to flavour the pork. I also grew up in my university days eating at Greek diners like the Spartan at the corner of Oxford and Quinpool, founded by 1950s refugees from a military dictatorship, where 3.99 in 1982 would get you soup, mousakka and rice pudding with four generations of the family having a great time around you. We have some similar diners in Kingston so there may be a brunch there Sunday morning.
For Portugal, I am not so sure what to do other than stock up on the Dão and tawny port. I know that there is a Portuguese dish (in one of the Two Fat Ladies cookbooks I have) called pork and clams with piri-piri sauce. [By the way, I have always wanted to have mahi-mahi with piri-piri sauce on a bed of cous-cous with some kind of cocoa thing for dessert.] But what else can we have for the oldest of allies of the English speaking world?
Oh…and if you are interested in the soccer, here is the Guardian’s take on Greece’s path to the finals.
Greece joins Portugal in the Euro 2004 finals Sunday care of the best placed and best timed corner in the history of Greek appearences in major tourney semi-finals. Toronto with its massive Greek and Portuguese communities will be a great place to be on Sunday afternoon.
My little problem has been getting a bit of exercise during Euro 2004. Portugal, Ipswich, two Scotlands, Preston North End long sleeve, Hull City centennial version.
Holland (2004 version) should be cheap on eBay soon enough.
One Hoogvorst brother is 1500 km east of me and another over 6000 km east of
me but through the miracle of the interweb superdooper roadway I have been taught how to turn a screen shot into a .jpeg I can edit and also how to obfuscate the emails I show here to defeat spammers.
I have never met them. But we share the devotion to the man with the wrap-around Bonos and the dreads. I will be listening by computer this
aft and then watching the TV replay this
evening.