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.