Last year, while in Montreal, I stumbled upon a little patisserie. The floorspace of that mignon location was (my eyes are searching for an appropriate comparison as I write this), no bigger than a couple of my dining room table's surface. It was quite astounding, really, the rate at which baguettes, boules, pain au chocolats,… Continue reading Casually Pudding it Out
You'll laugh when I tell you this. I had a dream. Back in late October, so like seven months ago. And you know, in dreams, fantastical mash-ups happen. You end up sitting in public transit petting some queer hipster's siamese cat who stares at you and asks "How you doin'" and you answer that the… Continue reading Dude..