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20 November

I can has tasties?

Posted by karilyn

Came across a great site (actually, they came across me on Twitter after I posted about wanting tacos al pastor) called waz4dinner. It’s deliciously straightforward (haha, see what I did there?) - pictures of what people are eating! Share waz you haz 4 dinner! It’s totally up my alley - whenever anyone mentions being anywhere, I always want to know what they ate.

Simon’s toes!

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17 November

Anyone have a sweet Mexican grandma to cook for me? No? Anyone?

Posted by karilyn

I’m looking for a killer recipe for Tacos Al Pastor. They are heavenly… and impossible to get north of the 49th Parallel.

I have a bite guard to wear at night because I am so driven by food that I have dreams about eating, which translate to me chomping away all night. I’m sure I’ve had Tacos Al Pastor dreams… who wouldn’t? They’re glorious. The last time I had some was at the Taqueria in Hood River, OR. It seems like an unlikely place for great Mexican food, but damn do they have some. It’s a family affair. Maybe I can coerce some migrant workers in the Okanagan to come with us to Revelstoke. Human rights violation? Maybe. Verdict - DELICOUS.

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4 September

Movin’ on up to the East Side

Posted by karilyn

I’m sorry for neglecting you, teh interweb. I haven’t really missed you–I stayed away from my computer most of the time I was on the East Coast and it was pretty lovely.
Ate a lot of fantastic food (and some pretty mediocre food as well, admittedly), and drank a lot of beer (not necessarily great beer, but lots of Keiths… as you do). Had a great time at Jay and Laura’s wedding, and became BFFs with Simon’s friend Derek. The place we stayed was very Bates Motel-ish, but it added to the laughs. The drive from Charlottetown to H’fax was hilarious due to great company, and the whole trip was so fun because of all the good people and delectable eats.

Now to food out for a second: I have a newfound love of raw oysters and shaved fresh horseradish. A group of us racked up an absolutely MASSIVE tab at Flex Mussels my first night in Charlottetown–one of the greatest meals I’ve had in ages, and we slammed down so many oysters (and then slammed down so many shots at Peakes Quay a few doors down! Slooppppyy). Also had some stunningly good mussels at FM (as the name might suggest)–mine had pancetta in them! Jesus. Simon’s were bombay curry–sounds weird but totally mouthwatering.
Ate some more fantastic mussels at Phil’s Seafood, a little hole-n-the-wall resto off the beaten path in Halifax. We also slurped down heaps of clam chowder there–the broth was out of this world and it had huge chunks of lobster and scallops. What a simple, beautiful meal.
Had some decent, huge-portioned steak ‘n eggs for breakfast our first day in Halifax at Maxwell’s Plum–they also have Halifax’s biggest selection of beer on tap, which is definitely worth mentioning. Ripped it up one night at Pogue Fado’s–super-fun little bar with a pretty solid cover band and really friendly bar staff at the back bar. Tip your bartender! Do shots with him! Your service always gets so much better, for reals.
We ate super-cheesy nachos for dinner TWICE at the Economy Shoe Shop and capped it all off today with some delectably sweet battered scallops at John’s Lunch in Dartmouth. I’ll be happy not eating french fries for a while, that’s for damned sure. Gotta lay off deep fried seafood, and get onto my bike. sheesh. Ski season is coming up soon and we need to get into fighting shape. Brodie’s moving up here though and he’ll kick my ass into high gear. Promise, Brodster?

I’m writing this while sitting on a flight to Ottawa right now, watching The Corporation. Solid movie. It’s interesting to look at the psychology of how they function as individuals under the law, so often lacking accountability and ethics. This movie also reminds me how much I respect Vandana Shiva, and how evil Monsanto really is. How could you work for a corporation that you knew was making its living fucking small farmers?
Just finished watching Step Into Liquid–also a stellar film. We drove out to Cow Bay today to look at the surf, and were both disappointed that we didn’t make it out onto the water. Heading to Tofino to jump into the cold northern Pacific at the end of September. 4mm wetsuits ftw.

I always dread going back to work after a holiday. It was absolutely excellent to have a full week off work. I really did surprisingly little, and didn’t feel guilty about it at all. I had lots of naps, read a really well-done novel (The Jade Peony by Wayson Choy — and I know I just slagged corporations and then linked to a huge book retailer…ahh, the irony), watched some tv, and had a lot of quality time with my dude. It’s shocking how fast you can adapt to that new lifestyle and forget that you have obligations back home. Anyone know of any contract writing opportunities? I’d love to work remotely, always.

The sun is glaring into my window (14A, bitches), and I’m sweating my [figurative] balls off. I wish my sunnies weren’t packed into my bag. When I’m in a plane, I have to be sitting in a window seat. That’s probably true for a lot of people. If I can’t be staring out the window at the horizon, everytime there are minute changes in the level we’re flying at, I get a little white-knuckled. There needs to be that constant reassurance that we’re not plummeting to our deaths.

Don’t know where this massive post came from–I was feeling chatty on my flight. It’s been about 8 hours and now I’m sitting in my ultra posh hotel room downtown. I can see the Parliament buildings! Huzzah for business trips and nice hotel rooms.