Day 4 Paul: Is it time for Schmolson to call it a day?
In an effort to wisely expand my palette, I took time to craft a shopping list that unrolls like an ancient scroll. That leaves Remi Schmolson looking a little like a TV pilot that finally makes it on the air, only to be scheduled opposite the Super Bowl. Poor Schmolson. The joke never wears off; comedy’s oldest gold-mine still has nuggets to spare. The Juggalo of the group. Now to recap.
Breakfast: Same as yesterday. Petit Chat Oatmeal with Spokane Family Farms Milk and apple cider from Kootenai Valley Juice. ’Twas awesome. (Shorthand for it was awesome, popular bro-cabulary at the Post Street Ale House, where Scmolson calls for beer wenches.) Felt spry and squirrelly on the foggy bike ride to work.
Lunch: Grilled Small Planet Tofu in a DeLeon wrap with lettuce, tomato, diced onions from the Main Market. Apple. Snack: Bumble Bar. Bzzzz.
The Community Building lobby on Thursdays: Make it your beeswax to be there. In the afternoon, Brian Estes hooked me up with a lot of potatoes grown in Vinegar Flats, heirloom seeds from the Makah tribe on the Washington coast. (Read a great feature on him in the Inlander HERE.) A dedicated advocate of sustainable agriculture, I briefly explained the concept of the Spokavore challenge and assured him we’re not all going to start eating unhealthy and carbon-intensive once the week is finished. It’s just a heightened effort to increase awareness and The Spokavore directory is a testament to that. And there's competition.
Dinner: This is where it almost ended. I had left-over Cascade Creek Farm sausage yet a powerful lust for jambalaya. But in the wonderful world of SFB, rice apparently is a disqualifier. So I scrambled eggs from Rocky Ridge Farm, topped with Quillisascut cheese, and made breakfast for dinner like mama did back in the day. As Dale Cooper said, it’s hard on the arteries but old habits die hard, just about as hard as I wanted those eggs.
Tomorrow I plan to attend the KYRS benefit concert at the infamous Sunset Junction and then a birthday party before the clock strikes 12:01am. Could I make it despite the hullabaloo? Could I! Final words of wisdom from Eugene Mirman: “A lot of people think that kids say the darnedest things… but so would you if you had no education! You’d just be like, ‘I am bike cheese!’"
I am looking at you Schmolson. It’s brie time, baby.
