I can’t find my camera which is too bad.
I picked up some live scallops from Kensington Market (after eating a selection of shucked oysters outside New Seaway) as a treat. I’ve never bought them before to make myself.
Somewhat improvising the following will be my dinner:
1 . Live scalllops baked in the oven with panko flakes, grated Asiago cheese, and a healthy dollop of butter. I just put them in the oven.
2. Inspired by the Charlie’s company (a war term?!?!) hotdog served at Disgraceland on Bloor, I am making a grilled pork hot sausage in a bun topped with kim chi from P.A.T. Central, grated carrot, shredded 5 year old cheddar, Sriracha chili and cilantro.
I think my appetite is coming back! I even had my reoccurring dream last night where I am visiting France and I make a purposeful trip to the grocery store so I can buy my favourite French dairy products and saucisson. I had a detailed dream where I am eating this delicious vanilla pudding with chantilly.
Tonight I am going to watch a French-Italian film from 1973 called “La Grande Bouffe”. It’s about a group of rich men who rent out a villa for a weekend, invite prostitutes over and resolve to eat themselves to death after having group sex. Or something.
It's one giant cosmic joke.
I’ve been sorrily MIA and not writing as frequently as I’d like to. For good reason (and maybe a touch of laziness). I’ve had a few personal and interpersonal issues and health problems pop up rather unexpectedly in the past three months and have been dealing with what I can only call a series of misfortunes. I can only laugh. Really.
My friend Jay, who is similarly going through a rough year, jokingly said he was going to make a t-shirt saying “I survived Crap Storm 2010″. I think I might actually consider getting a shirt made.
Through these various adversities, I have learned a lot about myself (and others!) and can actually appreciate the turbulence. The stagnancy that has been previously pervasive in my day to day was a lot worse. I rather feel and live honestly and happily — and am working towards living like that all the time after many years of not doing so.
Now possibly the kicker, and somewhat hilarious in my twisted mind is the following incident that happened two weeks ago:
I was trying to cut open a mangosteen open that my mother had given me with a knife. Now, I knew it probably wouldn’t taste good, because the skin was hard and not peeleable with fingernails. It had obviously travelled thousands of miles from Vietnam. But I persisted because I hardly ever eat them (maybe once a year?), figured it was worth a try, and was quite fond of them when I lived in Vietnam and they were available fresh. They are possibly my favourite fruit. Apparently they are also the new ’superfood’, according to trend hunters (whaevs I say!).
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