My favourite takeout lunch order is from Khoaw Pon: basil stir fry with shrimp and cashews.

Today I ordered it by delivery, as I was working and didn’t want to get out of the zone. The order took longer than predicted to arrive: I was given a 45 minute estimate, and after an hour it still hasn’t come.

I called the restaurant, and was reassured that it would arrive in 5 to 10 minutes, as they were just waiting for a delivery driver.

Sure enough, five minutes later the delivery was on my doorstep.

With a $20 gift certificate attached.

That’s a classy move, one that has me writing a “that’s a classy move” blog post rather than a “I’m so disappointed” one.

From time to time a press release comes over the wire with a title that screams “this should be the name of my progressive rock band.”

Today’s Montrose Intersection Realignment is once such example.

Thelma’s mother turned 100 yesterday and Thelma wrote a lovely tribute to her and to the event, one that brings tears to my eyes.

Katherine Burnett tells the history of Lady Baker’s Tea as she passes the business on to new ownership:

I was only a year into my single life after 35 years of marriage. I had relocated to Prince Edward Island but I had not seriously looked for employment yet. Considering my options, I longed to recapture the tea business dream that I started in my previous life in North Carolina. But where and how to begin again? Someone suggested the Farmers’ Market. That was back in the spring of 2007. It seemed like a great way to get started – just one day a week!

Olivia and I were regular customers of Katherine’s for years and years: she extended her iced tea season well into winter in part to accommodate us.

She will be missed. But I’m certain we haven’t seen the last of her.

Started last August. Never completed. In retrospect, rather true.

At the dairy bar last night after supper:

“I’d like peanut butter ice cream with chocolate and toffee sauce, please,” I ordered.

“Do you want just the ice cream with those sauces, or do you want a sundae?”, the clerk replied.

“What’s the difference?”, I asked.

“I don’t really know,” the clerk answered.

The best ice cream-related exchange of the summer.

Bruce shares a story of a corner-turn with a pleasant twist.

Bruce is the most curious and well-read person I know: this tale is but one example of how his curiosity has taken him interesting places.

My friend Ann hit the big time, with a mention of her cabbage cookbook in The New York Times.

Proceeds from the book fund the Little Free Pantry Blooming House; I’m hopeful that the influx of purchases prompted by the Times mention gives that project on a substantial boost.

In today’s edition of The Quack, Dave writes about public transit on PEI:

My teens love the bus now. All of them. And mostly because it’s free for them.

We are so lucky in Charlottetown to have this free bus for riders 18 and under. It means the entire city is open to them. Alice wants to take the bus everywhere. When you’re 13 and you can go anywhere in the city you like? That’s a pretty nice feeling.

Even better, the bus network on PEI can now take you around the Island. Want to go to Souris? 2 bucks. Want to go to Tignish? 2 bucks.

One of Jane’s buds is staying with us this summer. Anthony has a job at farm up in Millvale. He takes the bus to Hunter River, and his boss picks him up. Easy peasy. We couldn’t have driven him this summer, but the bus made this job possible.

On Anthony’s day off, I told him about a used book store in Summerside. He didn’t think twice. He jumped on the bus to Summerside to check it out. Because he can.

Anyway. The bus. I love it.

This is exactly the way transit needs to be viewed—as the default way we get around. It’s heartening to learn that at least a slice of the next generation is already there.

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Thelma’s ode to eelgrass is a delight.