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KAT FOOD

ronnie and the red caps

finally went to relish last night..i got the "rene simard"...because i had to. (basically poutine on a burger...i had it on a portobello mushroom cap though). with sweet potato fries. necessary? totally.

when we came out there was a double rainbow ooooooohh wwwwwowwweeeee ahhhhhhhhh.



im going back to blonde. it looks like this now.

dr seuss?

i need to admit i have taken all the life out of these little guys that i can.

i took up smoking

i made beer-cheddar soup and it was fucking amazing.


sauteed some onions and celery and diced potatoes..basically made a roux in that (butter, flour, milk)...added more milk, chicken stock and a bottle of innis and gunn...a fuck ton of balderson old old white cheddar...some paprika and fresh thyme on top!

hay guys

port elgin fireworks from mom's backyard

new deerhunter

new women

GET INTO IT.

CATTALK

conversation with a cat:

"im going to go make some soup now. do you wish you could make yourself soup? probably not. i dont wish i killed birds. i do eat them though. maybe you would like some soup?"

(chicken broth with rice, fresh green beans from hi berry farm, corn, fresh parsley from the gaaaahden, grated carrot...ca c'est tout!)

story about a cat:
a lady came to my door with a flyer reading, "have you lost your cat?" WITH A PICTURE OF LEO ON IT. NO I HAVE NOT LOST MY CAT. HE GOES OUTSIDE. he was held hostage in an office building about HALF A BLOCK AWAY FROM HIS HOME.
i wanted to tell her to just let him out and he'd find his way back...but i didnt want to be judged as a 'bad mother'. ?!?!?!. i went to the office and he was waiting at the door. i opened it and he obediently followed me home. walked around the corner and down the street like a right coupla freaks. we didnt make it home without incident though. he got off track at one point, deeking (spelling? you know? like in hockey?) into the parking garage...i followed him in...and up and down (4 flights of) stairs...resulting in tell-tale muddy cat prints up and down my arms:



brat.

pop molecule!

i am grateful for the people that bring me funnel cake.

...even if i felt like i was dying after eating (not all of!) it!

honeybear

it's obviously been waytoofuckinghot to cook lately so i've been eating salad for dinner for forever. yaaaaawn. to keep from not wanting to kill myself i like to cut everything differently and have lots of colours!! magical rainbow happy world!

it tricks me into thinking 'wow what an interesting, exciting NEW DISH im eating'. (no it doesnt).

also, BOLD flavours like pickled beets, old white cheddar and radishes. im going to continue sounding like a prick and say how amazing fresh, summer radishes are!!!!! no comparison to the dry ones in ziploc bags available in the 'fresh produce' section of your local grocer during the winter months.

these little babies actually had a kick to them and were juicy. oh, radish-talk isnt interesting to you? i hate you.

in not-at-all-related-news i want to go back blonde-ish. time for another chronological hair post! im sure i've used these a zillion times over. BUT. oh well. i hate pictures.
now: (literally!)

dream?:

mostly likely to happen:


i love you bye!

strange days

smoked meat bbq fun time. i threw up less than an hour after eating. yay!



just because it's called a salad doesnt mean it's healthy, boners!

i picked these flowers and lavendererers from my mom's garden and made myself a bouquet. then i cried a lot and now im eating frozen mango ok?

effect and cause

during nxne i lost one of my favourite sweaters ("in the pit" at les savy fav? hahahaha) from this hot piece:


i didnt tell you mike, but i did. and felt hugely guilty. but yesterday i bought it again! IN TWO COLOURS! and by colours i mean shades of grey.



(plus the darker one you originally got me! woo!)

east of suez

hi. im sitting outside listening to this with two black cats at my feet and oh great a tiny devil dog just lost his shit on me. I WILL CAST A SPELL ON YOU.

dance yrself clean

hi. i moved all my old shit here. now i can complain about things and tell boring stories and get too personal for comfort and post more pictures of myself (and subsequently get an eating disorder). you know, exactly what blogging should be about. though i will probably still talk about food, mostly.

currently debating whether to go to a show alone or not. i've exhausted my "innumerable friends" in this city and am left with only one choice! well, two. to go or not to go. it's just for this guy:

.....but we dont get a lot of music through here.

hmmmmmm thanks to the encouragement of kari and
nicole....fuck it, im going.

backyards

...thinking of going back to a personal blog so i can cry about other shit and not just food...FOOD FOR THOUGHT. jk. kill me.

until then...please enjoy some blurry photos of the last while:



after an exhausting weekend of nxne and not being able to cook my own food (thanks poutini's!!!) i got home and made some effing risotto. not much else says, 'hello, welcome home, you are home. i love you. i am in your stomach and i might as well be swimming in your mother's womb" (what?) more than risotto!!!!!



i made it the way i always do so refer to those posts ok? this time with chicken thighs, rosemary and parsley FROM THE GARDEN (kill me now), and cremini and portobello mushrooms (in one serving only. babies, baby).

then last night i made hashbrowns. (shred potato, mixed with finely diced onion and s&p, fry in grapeseed oil THE END).



may or may not have eaten it on toast with ketchup. HASHBROWN SANDWICH. GIRLS ARE EMOTIONAL AND EAT EMOTIONALLY (crazy) SOMETIMES. speaking of which: picking up cray cray pills at the pharmacist, dude says on my way out:
"AND REMEMBER WHAT I ALWAYS TELL YOU: EXERCISE HELPS!"

......................seriously. seriously? i have never seen you before. you dont always tell me this. NO ONE TELLS ME THIS. (or any female for that matter). DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH? i am getting these pills so i dont go on a killing spree AND THEN YOU TELL ME I SHOULD EXERCISE?! yes, i get that it wasnt a stab at being a fatty and understand exercising makes everyone feel better all the time blahblah. still hilar at the time. and as a story rife with anger when i wasnt really that angry. STORYTELLING EXAGGERATION FOR COMEDIC EFFECT K.

NXNE LIFE PHOTO SERIES:









a bunch of shit happened in those photos. thank you pat for being semi-famous or something and getting us into surfer blood/les savy fav ahead of everyone while dan levy waited in line. sorry dan levy. also thanks for dealing with us all weekend and for everything and ahhhh!

ps: if you're wondering what i "made" for dinner tonight it was 3 bowls of 'munchies snack mix' and a big cup of sad. aka half a bottle of rose.



pps: looking at poutini's website just now...they're actually fucking amazing. fuck smoke's! sorry! drunk on rose! i mean life!

COATED THE BREASTS IN BUTTERMILK

im a 12 year old boy.

driving back from toronto at 3am last weekend, i decided i NEEDED breaded chicken. breaded, stuffed chicken. (may or may not have made a stop right then. at an unmentionable, umm eatery...)



the next morning (afternoon) i went to my favourite place in the whole world (yes, loblaws...WHAT UP JOE FRESH) and got what i needed! what a good idea! (bff mike got back from europe yesterday and last night i think i almost died and i cannot think at all right now. please excuse this entire post. i went to starbucks and tried to order a non fat iced cinnamon dolce latte and it came out "could i have a vanilla...no caramel....no, sorry, i mean cinnamon..." ) OK SO FOOD TALK. coated the breasts in buttermilk (new favourite combination of words!), rolled in bread crumbs and fresh herbs...oh yeah i forgot...first sliced open and stuffed with broccoli and old white cheddar...seared in grapeseed oil and butter!



served on a mound of delicious mashed potatoes with pppppeas and a cider!



i thought a good way to get rid of the rest of the toomuchbroccoli i bought was to make some blurry broccoli (and potato and cheddar) soup! kaaaay.

moonlight mile

heavily inspired by a co-workers grandma: super fatty potato salad!!



- white and purple potatoes
- hardboiled egg
- bacon (amazing home-smoked blahblah)
- corn
- celery
- fresh rosemary
- pickles!
think that's all....the dressing was:

- BACON FAT GREASE FROM FRYING THE BACON
- 1 part ish sour cream
- 2 parts ish mayonaise
- grainy old world home country mustard
- a bit of vinegar

the whole thing was very old country.

i also made some (buttermilk soaked) breaded baked (wildORGANIC) turkey breasts. what. (with a honey/mustard saucey dip thing).




i just soaked the turkey in buttermilk overnight....coated it in bread crumbs and a bunch of herbs and spices and baked it for maybe 40 minutes at 350. wild turkey/turkey in general is a total dry loser so i was certain this would be. it pretty much was. but not that bad...moister-er-er than i expected! AND DELICIOUS. WHAT UP PEAS AND CORN.

xoxooxx.

*SOMEONE NEEDS TO SERIOUSLY BUY ME A NEW CAMERA. FUCK YOU IPHONE CAMERA WHO IS NOW ALSO BLURRY*.

cannon

(does anyone else regularly use the title of the current song playing for your post...titles?)

IM SO ORIGINAL.

ok.
do you like how i always seem to have to ease into these things? with 'oks' and 'sighs' and 'wells' and 'hi's'....
a clear sign im not in the mood to update...yet here i am...continuing to babble...


i've had the most lazy cold since sunday...it's moving and building soooo sloooowly....sunday i thought it was just too much sun and went out to see braids and was sad to see i was one of 4 ppl in attendance. you stupid jerks.

thanks to gross summer cold (yes, this is going to be a whiny post), i havent been doing much cooking this week. neo-citran, smoothies, miso soup has been my diet...fried chicken, poutine, etc isnt doing much for a BANGIN BEACH BODY anyway..




oh woops i actually did have poutine on monday...it was the grand opening of smoke's poutinerie three steps from my house. I HAD TO. judgement: good. delicious even. if you ignore how globby/gluten-y/corn starch-y the gravy is....it was borderline jello. ew. ok it wasnt that bad. in conclusion: IT WAS GOOD. (disclaimer: im high on neo-citran).


leo brought home his first boyfriend. i always thought he was gay. the boyfriend, unfortunately, is not neutered and left a smell behind. gag.



look! i really did make something...kiwi, mangoes, strawberries, ice, yogurt, water and honey..mmm. soothing on the OL SCRATCHY THROAT. you can call me that from now on.


im so pretty. BYE!