What I Did This Week: I Found a BumbleBee in My Underpants

This week started with a burrito bowl and ended with me standing motionless in the middle of my kitchen, trying to quietly assess whether a bee had taken up residence in my pants. It had.

Let’s begin.

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I Ate Chipotle For the First Time

Normally if I get Mexican food I'd definitely be ordering a full burrito in a tortilla wrap but my friend swore by the bowls and she's a Chipotle expert so a bowl it was because I'm a freewheeling adult and I can accept change.

The verdict: pretty darn delicious. This Chipotle place knows what it's doing.

Real flavour, an indecent amount of salt, and my burrito bowl weighed approximately 12 pounds. Which made it two meals.

All of the food is made fresh on site. They famously don't have can openers, freezers or microwaves in their restaurants. They DO have an excellent guacamole.

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The Community Garden Harvest BBQ

I helped host our annual harvest BBQ at the community garden this week. There were about 40 people, a giant table of food, and two Rons.

One Ron was in charge of the grill—sausages, burgers, hot dogs. The other Ron was in charge of the corn station. His method? Fill a huge pickle jar with hot water, melt a pound or two of butter in it, and dunk the cobs. The melted butter rises to the top so as you pull the corn out it passes through three inches of melted butter. It’s the most Midwestern thing I’ve ever seen happen in Ontario.

Everyone brought a dish made with something from their garden. I brought flower arrangements this year, which were less exciting than the cotton candy I brought last year, but much less prone to atmospheric collapse.

The dessert table was full of zucchini cookies, zucchini bread, and lemon squares.

Yes, lemon. No, we don’t grow them. And no, I’m not asking questions. Zucchini cookies, zucchini bread, lemon squares. I’m choosing to ignore the fact that nobody grows lemons around here. Maybe they’ve got a secret lemon orchard at home. I’m not asking questions.

No one got sick. No one got drunk. No one got into a fist fight and 3 people went home with a mason jar of flowers. That's a classy night.

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I Found a Bumblebee in My Underpants

I was out cutting flowers in the evening, wearing pajama bottoms. I felt something. Not painful, just a little brush of something where you don’t usually feel things when you’re picking flowers.

I ignored it.

A minute later, I felt it again. Still nothing major. Just a vague awareness.

Then I felt buzzing.

I froze. Stood there completely still for a few seconds and then walked straight into the house without moving.

Inside, I grabbed the waistband of my pants and peeked in.

Bumblebee.

Somehow still alive, not angry, and not dead. Further proof that I am indeed Snow White.

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I Canned 19 Jars of Peaches

They are beautiful. They are golden. My floor is still sticky. You’ll learn how to make your own next week.

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I Made a Rubber Stamp

I carved my very first rubber stamp this week. It’s a tiny head of lettuce I designed for the seed packets I gave away at the BBQ.

Does it look like lettuce?
Yes. But only if I write “lettuce” underneath it. Which I did. Because brains are hard.

Still, it was very satisfying. I already want to make five more. I assume you will want to know how to do this so a beginner tutorial coming soon.

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So that was this week.

A 12-pound burrito bowl, a communal butter bath for corn, and one surprisingly composed underwear extraction.

See you next week.