"No sir, you can't just throw barbeque sauce onto some grey pork floss and call it pulled pork." We all have something to fight for, something grounded jn the depths of our memory that we treat in a do-or-die sort of way. That is, if you're going to do it, you better do it right,… Continue reading Pulled Over
because pie is irrational
It's a thin line, really, between oblivion and being on the fence. Neither allows you to adequately make a decision, and neither engages you enough in the consequences of a potential decision, should you make one. So here's a great question: meringue or not meringue? While traditionally in France the tarte au citron is made… Continue reading because pie is irrational
Why taste her cherry chapstick?
To those of you who are not the 0.0000001% of drop-dead gorgeous women (or men) who override the effects of traffic lights in New York City's bustling streets, cheers. Cheers because your friends are not jealous of you. Cheers because you have weaknesses that you can boast about. Cheers because even though you don't stop every car that passes you by,… Continue reading Why taste her cherry chapstick?
Creme de la Creme
I know I've been pretty low-key for what, two months now? And originally, back at the end of school and prelude to July I did plan to do some heavy-duty blogging, cooking, and photographing. The latter twosome I did, somewhat, fulfill. As for the former...well, I do apologize and I do intend to make up for… Continue reading Creme de la Creme
Casually Pudding it Out
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..