you know, hot applesauce burns like a mofo when it bubbles out of the pan. but it's really yummy on vanilla ice cream. i succeeded in making matt jealous when he called with that last bit. the applesauce is really for him, i'm not that big of a fan of cold applesauce. i guess i could nuke it, but that's just so wrong.
i've been trying to find something worth doing between st. john canada and quebec city, and frankly...there's nothing. moose, and pine trees and towns that end their names in depot (mary spotted that, something about new brunswick). i guess we'll be deciding where to go on sunday, whilst i force feed amy zucchini. it seems there's more going on around the st. laurent, i was just hoping to spend some time speaking english. because i am a bourgeois spoiled american, and also lazy.
i suppose there is something relaxing about not speaking the language, you're kind of devoid of responsibility. although i sort of fear driving down that blockaded, vertical, cobblestoned hill road that matt had to back the car up and around a sightless curve because there's just no way that i can do what he did, because i can't drive. i'd have to make amy go and move the blockade and then drive down ahead of the parade narrowly escaping the french police. just like the bourne identity, but with a honda. why don't they do car chases with hondas anyway? i feel i could identify with that, but then i suppose eco-friendly, thrifty, single women don't really identify with car chase driving.