As with the response to the #lindseatsrichmond photo campaign, I'm feeling rather dumbfounded. I knew my friends would rally, but never did the possibility of 3366 votes occur to me. I will never be able to say thank you enough but really hope you feel appreciated. Even if it sounds dangerous, gratitude is literally radiating from my body; it's remarkable to feel this supported.
I'm now in the top 3 with two very talented ladies: Kelly Brisson of The Gouda Life and Melanie Hillier of Dulcet Devotion. Of course I'd prefer to dislike them, but they've made that impossible with their madly-good blogging skills and generally awesome personalities. I keep thinking "I want to have them over for dinner," so I'm going to.
Over the next few weeks they'll fly from Ontario for in-person interviews with Tourism Richmond and will get a chance to explore the wonders of the left coast. I too will have another interview, one final chance to explain why I was born for this job.
Part of that will be describing how my culinary ambitions began when I was young, and I'll start here by sharing a recipe I painstakingly developed at the age of 8. This was when I decided to re-invent the classic Peanut Butter and Jam Sandwich, which I thought needed a shakeup. I was relatively convinced my new version would go big, as in 'viral' kind of big if the internet existed back then. Fortunately it has the chance to now, so here you are dear readers and you're welcome.
8 Year-Old Lindsay's Peanut Butter and Cheez Whiz Sandwich
- 2 slices whole wheat bread (because Momma Anderson refused to buy white, which tasted to me like candy)
- peanut butter (generous slather)
- Cheez Whiz (generous slather)
Spread peanut butter on one piece of bread. Spread Cheez Whiz on other piece of bread. Sandwich together. Cut in half. Observe orange-on-brown strata and think oneself to be very clever. Bite into sandwich. Realize is disgusting. With indescribable disappointment, choke down entire sandwich because are descended from prairie folk and do not like to waste food. Never make again.
Go childhood Lindsay, go!
|Yes I'm younger than 8 here, but this IS another example of my childhood smarts.|