There is always something happening in the city, whether it be niche, neighbourhood-specific, or nominally newfangled. Despite regular complaints about my commute, I anticipate the antics (and freebies) associated with the journey downtown.
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Tuesday morning saw the arrival of an Oreo Cakesters pop-up in the heritage portion of Union Station. Curiosity led me to stroll past with low expectations, but a lineup gradually forming outside the space indicated an alternate reaction from fellow early bird office workers. After stopping by the siggis sampling station, I'd return to join the queue at 7:56 AM, at which point the pop-up name on the storefront would be unveiled to the public.
Shortly after 8 AM, visitors would be permitted inside, in groups of two or three at a time. The royal blue experience entailed sample-sized parcels of Oreo Cakesters and a chance to win branded merchandise bearing the logos of either OREO or the Toronto Maple Leafs. Those before me succeeded in drawing t-shirts and toques, though I merely strolled out with a disintegrating two-pack of the most revolting, synthetic packaged snack ever. By the time I set out for the office, my watch read 8:09 AM. The line had, thankfully, moved quickly once open for visitors.
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My baking coworker finally made her return after nearly two months of being abroad. Accompanying her return was a carry-on suitcase packed with goodies for sharing.
Besides constructing SK's moist honey cake in her signature family-sized 9 in x 13 in baking pan, souvenirs from her home country were bestowed upon each and every member of the team. The assortment included a beautiful, embossed spiral-bound notebook from her favourite stationery boutique; exclusive to me were a thin notebook fitted with blank pages and a cover representative of my tendencies to undertake standalone baking projects as well as an adorable leaf-shaped coin purse. Similar to the cookbook previously gifted, the trio depicted a considerate thoughtfulness established through observation and understanding.
As an unfortunate consequence of having absentmindedly indulged in my own Chocolate Pecan Cookies, stomach capacity for on-site snacking was no longer available. Two slices were packed for at-home enjoyment instead.
As an unfortunate consequence of having absentmindedly indulged in my own Chocolate Pecan Cookies, stomach capacity for on-site snacking was no longer available. Two slices were packed for at-home enjoyment instead.
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Admittedly, the slices lost some of their aroma on the following day. Nevertheless, I savoured the luxurious profile and pleasantly moist qualities with my morning cup of joe.
The Cafe Landwer farewell lunch from two weeks past had enabled leftovers for a future office meal. Freezing the remaining shakshuka and salad spared me the hassle of preparing a packed lunch, though made the tedious microwave wait inevitable.
Anterior ankle pain deterred me from undertaking my usual fast-paced mid-day sojourn. Instead, a last-minute reservation to the Bata Shoe Museum was made. Alas, the trip via TTC was not free of travesties.
For starters, the outbound route was delayed by ten minutes due to TTC's all-too-common "mechanical issues". Exiting onto Bedford Road instead of St George Street further impacted the schedule.
For starters, the outbound route was delayed by ten minutes due to TTC's all-too-common "mechanical issues". Exiting onto Bedford Road instead of St George Street further impacted the schedule.
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By the time I checked in at the admissions desk, roughly twenty minutes had passed. There was limited time to browse the installations (and determine variances since my last visit, if any), thus the visit would strictly comprise of the top level's rotating exhibit.
Art/Wear: Sneakers x Artists would remain until March 2026. The exhibit adopted an extremely minimalistic approach, showcasing a handful of colourful sneakers from renowned artists against a white background with bold, black sans-Serif font.
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