My young-YA/middle-grade fantasy Fireboy, already a finalist for Best Young Adult Novel in this year’s Aurora Awards and finalist for a 2027 Manitoba Young Readers’ Choice Award in the Northern Lights Division, has just been …
Had a great time being part of the cast of Regina Lyric Musical Theatre‘s production of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I played Fogg (the insane asylum keeper) and also sang in …
My young-YA/middle-grade fantasy Fireboy, a nominee for Best Young Adult Novel in this year’s Aurora Awards, is also a finalist for the 2027 Manitoba Young Readers’ Choice Award in the Northern Lights Division. This is …
I’m thrilled to announce that I’m up for two Aurora Awards this year! Fireboy is on the ballot for Best Young Adult Novel, and The Worldshapers is once again on the ballot for Best Fan …
I spent a good chunk of today at Wordbridge, the annual writers’ conference in Lethbridge, Alberta. My main reason for coming was to launch a Shadowpaw Press title (Broken Realm by Jenna Greene, a Lethbridge …
This is Easter weekend; last weekend, I sang in the Easter concert of First Baptist Church here in Regina as a guest soloist and chorister. The whole concert is worth listening to, but if you’d …
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Mrs. Beeton’s Ad of the Day
Gordon & Dilworth’s doesn’t appear to be in operation any longer, but I found the old ad at left, also from Gordon & Dilworth’s, at the
British Library’s site: it rhapsodizes even more effusively about the glories of tomato catsup. “This is the popular national sauce of America,” it proclaims, and ads, “It is made but once a year, in Tomato Season, from whole Fresh Tomatoes,” which makes it sound more like a fine wine than what we today think of as the cheapest and tawdriest of sauces. Ah, well; familiarity breeds contempt, they do say.
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Gordon & Dilworth’s doesn’t appear to be in operation any longer, but I found the old ad at left, also from Gordon & Dilworth’s, at the British Library’s site: it rhapsodizes even more effusively about the glories of tomato catsup. “This is the popular national sauce of America,” it proclaims, and ads, “It is made but once a year, in Tomato Season, from whole Fresh Tomatoes,” which makes it sound more like a fine wine than what we today think of as the cheapest and tawdriest of sauces. Ah, well; familiarity breeds contempt, they do say.
