I awaken to the news that a 6 alarm fire is raging at Yonge and Dundas, the heart of downtown Toronto. I’ve heard of 3, 4, 5 alarms but never 6--must be a difficult fire to control. I toy with the idea of being a curious spectator but decided that this would be unwise. The fumes can’t be healthy and my presence could add to the chaos.
Instead, I spend the morning making truffles--not for myself--that would not be in keeping with my resolution to eat healthier. They are for Corinne and Sister Rosemary. We have dinner at Pantheon, my first experience at this institution along Danforth’s Greek neighbourhood. I love the easy decor--the Pythagorean theorem on a poster (very left brain...), the Acropolis painting overhead as if we were sitting in Plaka. Flaming saganaki and lemony potatoes add to the illusion that I am in Greece.
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