Sometimes the stars align, and you end up having a perfect weekend without even trying. Last Family Day weekend was one of those for us. Here’s a peek at what we got up to:
Friends invited us over for dinner and we dined on the most succulent roast beast. Get this – they have wild horseradish growing on their property near the gates of Banff National Park. Our host pureed the root to accompany the beef. It was pungent and intense, but so worth it.
After diner we sampled this foie gras gum. Our friend Pat explained the sensation to us, “At first it’s good, it’s good, and then it’s gross. Yep, I’m already there,” he said before spitting it out.
The next day it was snowing so hard you’d think Willy Wonky was towering above us, sifting a massive canister of icing sugar. In the flat light and silence that surrounds a fresh snowfall, it felt like we were someplace very remote (instead of being in a condo on a cul-de-sac). It eerily beautiful, but mostly just beautiful.
Eve decided the town had been remiss on their pledge to keep the pathways clear, so she got down on it.
Finally, I managed to sneak in a stretch at yoga.
What makes a perfect weekend for you?