Travel: The Return of the Wife

Regular readers of my blog will recall that, while I was attending Court in Qikiqtarjuaq last week, my wife was in Prague attending a conference (or performing an international assassination, if you are not inclined to buy her ‘cover’ story). Well, about an hour ago she returned safe and sound on a flight that almost didn’t make it.

When I awoke this morning, the weather looked fine (just a little overcast) but at about 10:30 am… WHOOMP!! Down came the fog. I ‘googled’ her flight and discovered that it had been in the air for a half-hour at that point, which was not good… If she was delayed in Montreal it would have been a mere annoyance, but if she made it within a few miles of home and then got diverted to Kujjuuaq in Northern Quebec, for example, her ire would have been biblical and frightening at the very least. Thankfully though, the fog lifted as quickly as it came and we now have five very joyful kitties and one happy husband indeed…

As it happens, my wife and I both travel a lot. However, we are not usually away at the same time so this past week was not a good one for the tinier members of our household. When I returned home a few days ago, there was a brief flurry of excitement followed by a few hours of a studied (and snotty) silence whilst I was subjected to a cold expression of feline disapproval. Eventually, though, the domestic climate warmed again there followed two days of definite ‘clinginess’ and many vocal inquiries as to when the Mistress would return.

Our oldest cat (‘Big Fat Kitty’) was perhaps the least traumatized and may not have actually noticed the absence (other than to perhaps be dimly aware that the ‘food bringer’ du jour looked vaguely different), but ‘Good Kitty’, our only male cat and definitely a ‘Mummy’s’ kitty, was truly bereft and inconsolable. There was barely a twenty-minute period when he was not on my lap for a petting and I couldn’t go from one room to the other without a little shadow. Now, thankfully, his primary source of comfort has returned (see the above picture) and all is right with the world once again.

Naturally, I too, was very happy at the return of my wife (see the above picture). Baconbiscuit21 over at Cool Cook Style, made some great suggestions for places my wife should visit, and for some food and drink she should bring back. Three of these suggestions, the Moravian Wine, the Slivovice and the Becherovka, are shown above.

Oh … I hope nobody thinks that it is the liquid refreshment is the actual cause for my happiness at the wife’s return. Perish the thought, please! Obviously (and I cannot stress this enough)… it is the actual return of my wife herself (light of my life… reason for living, etc., etc.) that occasions my unadulterated joy. Certainly, that goes without saying (doesn’t it??)

Well, anyway… It is still early but we are sampling the fruits of my wife’s shopping as I write (it *is* Canada Day, after all, so a double reason to celebrate). Sometime, over the next few days, my wife will show me the pictures of her trip and I am going to get her to do a guest post or two on a few of the great meals she had. Stay tuned, as they say…

23 thoughts on “Travel: The Return of the Wife”

  1. Happy Canada Day to us:) Did you and your get to see any fireworks? I know we had some but didn’t go to see them and oddly didn’t even hear them? (perhaps I’m losing my hearing??) Your cats are lovely and I know they can be quite clingy when they are anxious about a loved one’s travel! I’m glad all is right in your world again!

  2. It’s weird … over Christmas, there were fireworks almost every night somewhere in town and they got to be a bit of a fad. It seemed like everyone with a birthday or some reason to celebrate was setting off a few every weekend for weeks thereafter…. but yesterday I don’t recall any at all!

    1. Well, considering that we have 24 hour a day light, its no surprise thta there were no fireworks last nigth but plenty around Christmas when its dark all the time!

  3. PS – I *do* believe it was only the arrival of the booze that impressed my husband. He even made breakfast only for himself this morning and left me scroungind and doing laundry! I feel SO welcome home! LOL

  4. How nicely put, you need to give my laconic husband lessons! He would be so thrilled with the offerings, he might notice me later when his stomach rumbled! And if I returned from Ireland with Guinness offerings, well my ego might not survive LOL

  5. Actually… that’s ‘Good Kitty’. ‘Big Fat Kitty’ would snap the legs of my wife’s chair (assuming she could climb up there in the first place) 🙂

  6. I really can’t say… we don’t know his parentage. When my wife and I lived on or farm in New Brunswick, somebody dumped him and his brother, ‘Evil Kitty’, on our property as little tiny kittens. We found them gambolling in deep grass. It was very lucky, if we hadn’t spotted them when we did they likely would have died.

    1. It was a nice long week-end…. yesterday was foggy and wet and the perfect day to spend couch-bound with lots of movies and stuff to eat that’s bad for you 🙂

  7. Love this post! You had me grinning from the beginning straight through to the end. You write with an ease and an edgey humor that I find delightful. Welcome home to both you and your wife! Love the pic of her and the cat! Thanks for sharing! xo Julia

  8. It looks like you got quite a nice haul from the Czech Republic! Your wife did well!

    I am also glad to see that she brought you back some Czech wine. Often, I hear the criticism that Czech wine is thin, however I think that a lot of people just have a taste for heavier wines that are influenced by what is made in the New World. People’s palates got hammered by cheap Californian and South American wines that they started pushing a lot of Old World producers to make their wines bigger, more alcoholic, fruitier, and more tannic.

    A good Czech friend of mine tells me that since Czech wine has been relatively unavailable to the rest of the world, they have also been a little sheltered from all of these pushes. As a result, you get to taste what wine in Europe used to be like — before people started changing their wines to get a better rating from Robert Parker.

    Enjoy it!

    PS. Did Darlene bring you back any suggestively labeled sausages?

    1. Sadly … Darlene had a plan to do some food shopping on her last day but other work things came up and she had to miss out. We are probably going to try the wine next week-end. I have had several Hungarian wines before…. not Czech tho.

      1. My wine friend swore up and down that what made Czech wine so “pure” was that they were not hit by the phylloxera plague that decimated vineyards all over Europe. What saved European viticulture was grafting European vines onto American (Texan) rootstock. Can you imagine the horror 😉

        Of course, they say that the grafting mucked up the taste of the wines, making the flavors thicker and muddier. So by saying Czech vines were spared phylloxera, my friend is kind of being a little nationalistic.

        Because Moravia wasn’t spared. I do think that the wines have a kind of vitamin-y minerality that is very unique to the Czech Republic. Not like Hungarian wines. I think that character profile has more to do with isolation. A lot of the grapes aren’t grown anywhere else, so there is not much to compare them too. I love them. I find them very clean and easy to drink.

        Can you tell I used to give wine tasting classes? Oh the snobbery 😉

  9. You are certainly way ahead of me when it comes to wine … I am but a mere dilettante. We’ll ket you know what you thought of my wife’s find after we try it 🙂

  10. This was a fun post! Becherovka can be deadly drunken straight up or on the rocks…may I suggest a Beton…which is a gin and tonic with Becher instead of gin, OR a mixed drink in your usual proportions using Becher, seltzer (club soda) and lime….(lived in Prague for a couple of years and learned a lot about successful imbibing of the local hooch!). Can’t say I agree with the non-phylloxera thing…the Czechs got it too. I believe the only ones who didn’t were the Chileans, Australians, Washington State, and the Cypriots (It originated in the Northeastern U.S. so the grapes there were resistant – that’s why Europeans use American rootstock). Gosh, this is a long comment!

  11. I tried the Becherovka with tonic and straight up (my wife just had it on the rocks). We liked it quite a bit better than the Slivovice. The clove taste was quite nice…

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