if you are feeling old you should go to tea, instantly you will feel like a young little babe.

chanterelle & cave aged gruyere quiche, only the best quiche i’ve ever crammed in my maw, EVER. if i could jump over a tree to prove it i would. the salad was so good too. this took me less than a few minutes to inhale.

dooooooood.

my aunt, her face is partially covered by the tiered stand so we took another, i like how i looked in this so didn’t want to waste it.

better.

can you imagine this being the first meal of the day? for me it was. lobster, guac, sour cream? and caviar. PUMPED.

the majority of these fingered foods had involved seafood, the old ladies beside us left theirs untouched. allergies? not to be mixed with old lady meds?

dungeness crab and wasabi finger sandwich, mellowed out wasabi, pretty good.

we used our forks and knives to cut these up to stretch it out, amusing.

duck confit & citrus cured foie gras profiterole, soooooooo good.

i’m a little hesitant on the foie gras, not only cos it seems a bit cruel, but knowing what it is, how infrequently i eat it, and the texture and flavour, the richness. you definitely have to be in a foie gras state of mind/mood to deal.

my aunt said, “ok now we’ve died and gone to heaven.” after eating hers.

when we ate at the royal york’s fancy restaurant epic, a shot of foie gras was sent over to us (w/ mango basil vodka) and that was my first foie gras experience. good thing i was already bombed on wine. that post can be found here.

the view from every window is excellent, and that is liza’s garden, currently under construction (bad drainage or something).

“as glimpsed through the south-facing windows of c5, work is now underway on the Elizabeth Samuel Garden or, as she wanted it known, “liza’s Garden.” Basically some rich woman who was chair of the board of trustees and founding member of the board of governers blah blah…continued the samuel family’s century of extraordinary generosity to the museum.

Afternoon tea is $25 plus taxes and gratuities; $35 including a glass of Henry of Pelham Cuvée Catherine sparkling wine. we stuck with the tea.

now for tier two.

green tea sponge with butter cream icing cake, sponge, semantics whatever.

hella fragrant on the green tea, subtle taste all around, a great tea cake oh my god i’m a grandma.

honey pink peppercorn madelines. madelines, cutest name for a sweet ever.

earl grey espresso cake thing, we chose earl grey for tea as well so this complimented the shit out of that.

scone o’clock.

that clotted cream is obscenely good, dangerous.

and that concludes my afternoon tea review. would i go again, yes absolutely. i want to go back to try the evening menu and i noticed they also have a prix fixe for 35 bones.

i lifted this from c5’s afternoon tea press release.

The (ROM) is pleased to introduce Afternoon Tea at c5 Restaurant Lounge, a chic fine dining destination crowning the Michael Lee- Chin Crystal. From Thursday through Saturday, 3:00 to 5:00pm, the restaurant offers a fresh approach to the classic tea service with a creative three-course menu served on contemporary Wedgwood fine china. Afternoon Tea at c5 is inspired by Wedgwood: Artistry and Innovation, an exhibition currently on display in the Samuel European Galleries until July 5, 2009.

Afternoon Tea at c5 begins with a worldly sampling of plated savouries, such as chanterelle & cave aged gruyere quiche. The next course features an array of savoury sandwiches, including dungeness crab and wasabi finger sandwiches and duck confit & citrus cured foie gras profiterole. The third course features delicate sweets such as green tea sponge with butter cream icing and honey pink peppercorn madelines. A selection of seasonal fruit scones with clotted cream and homemade preserves complement the meal. The second and third courses arrive elegantly displayed on a tiered stand featuring 2008 Wedgwood designer china with patterns created by renowned designers such as Jasper Conran, Kelly Hoppen and Vera Wang.

now for some cute toy soldiers.

i LOVE halloween because i finally broke down fil and we chose that as our anniversary four years ago (though technically were together before that) and you know how much i love fall, so the entire season is just magic to me. i love dressing up, i love visiting costume stores, crinkly leaves chilly air red cheeks and my handsome bf CHEESE EXPLOSION. so without further ado, our visit to malabar today pictures – this year i have decided not to leave it all to the very last minute to smear red paint on my neck and wear an old french maid costume, what am i? i dunno, what the fuck are you?

siiiiigh. how much does his death and halloween costume remind you of the crow and brandon lee?

overheard, “omg that mask like totally reminds me of that nicole kidman movie.”

i strongly considered wonder woman.

creepy, why are clowns so goddamn unappealing? i went to a friend’s birthday party when i was four and they had two clowns and they scared the shit out of me, but i was too shy a kid at the time to speak up about it. i seriously almost wet myself. they were directing us during a relay race slash obstacle course involving balloons and hula hoops, i remember this one girl nervously said upon it being her turn to cross the gauntlet of crappy activities, “ok, i’ll go as long as he doesn’t touch me.” referring to the dude clown who was helping some of the younger slower kids waddle with balloons squeezed between their legs. AHHA my thoughts exactly. poor stupid clowns. for future reference, don’t waste money on a party clown, just get a teenager to help out, your kids will go gaga for a cool youth to hang around their b-day bash, slip the teen a twenty, easy peasy.

hey look it’s a sarah palin costume! now all you need is a flute and to be dropped on your head and voila, useless fucking idiot extraordinaire.

so, not going as arwen for halloween, gwen it is. get ready to see this wig a ton. sass will be my harajuku accessory.

vice did this photo shoot many years ago and everyone had these platinum bobbed wigs and they rented a limo and got fucking tanked, all these hot asian chicks and dirtbags partying away, it was for an article on this hangover pill – anyway, i have coveted a blond wig ever since that shoot. we decided to stray from the arwen/aragorn couple costume cos it was just too expensive for fil, my costume would have been fine, i only needed the head crown see:

GUESS WHO IS GOING TO A COTTAGE THIS WEEKEND!?!?!?!?!??!

oh good morning.

good morning to you too.

siblings?

much better.

look, it’s you!

o’tai, high tea pictures later.

watched the love guru last nite, and as panned as it was, i think we enjoyed it.

oh and what did i tell you guys about bananas?

all my fashion show pics are pretty half-assed, was going between video and photos and then this gaggle of twats encircled me at the end totally rude as hell and i was like fuck it i’ll just turn my back and enjoy my brew and view out the window.

ahh drink tickets, we didn’t bother to use up our second round, too many purses and jackets and hot air in the room, L-ame. i’m pretty egotistical right, to a point, i know when to tone’r down, which is why i so totally enjoy the company of those who don’t and by company i mean, across the room from me while i stand in the shadows staring and judging, you. oh shut up you so do it too. my favourites are the beyond ME ME ME ME ones.

i think jen looks like she stepped out of an archie comic, hole-era.

my hair was off last nite, i was trying this little clip thing, so annoying, how can the tiniest hair ornament produce such a strong head ache?

BLAH BLAH BLAH OH BLAH? YOU KNOW BLAH TOO? ME BLAH!! GET OUT OF BLAH!

so the clothing line is called FOX and this whole she-bang was for the canadian launch of the whatever, originally from australia? kind of urban outfitters meets h&m meets every other thing that’s being mass produced for losers like me. i got a 25 dollar certificate i hope it’s not all pricey crap.

the models were v playful, B+. they even had a chick who wasn’t thin as a rake.

this guy was my favourite, he had the best boots and just oozed flamboyancy, and yes that’s a word.

killed it.

then we went to mini market where i ate way too much and i wasn’t even hungry and we had dirty martinis and gossiped our brains out, we talked about you, you, not you, you, you, and you.

sass met up with us to drink non-alcoholic drinks, good for her.

then to ted’s where the douche behind the bar thought he would fill up the room with his loud crappy music, dear bartenders, filling up bars by turning up the volume achieves the opposite of what you are trying to achieve. the people who are there, leave, and then you are left alone with bon jovi and some flickering candles. video of our annoyance to come.

love this mural.

my new t-shirt already has a tiny hole in the armpit. can i brag and say it’s a size 2?

i am sick of my bangs, i should not have cut them that last time, i need them to be long enough to part for my arwen costume.

sorry jen i look like garbage in the other ones but i’ll post them anyway for you, now we’re even.

it rained yesterday so give me and my hair a break.

oh look, a vaudevillian swede, no biggie.

raymi vs. the swag gino shirt, inside out it goes.

only in looking at this photo did i realise those are skulls. not bad. it’s a size small, everyone got smalls, a little presumptuous. sass got a potato sack sized shitty shirt. aw. we also got this crazy box of lotions potions soaps etc i’m going to re-gift to my mom for her bday which is just around the corner. wicked.

we shared some interesting tales about doing it on yer rag. my favourite quip was about downplaying yer flow at the tail end of yer cycle so dude goes for it and then at the end of your business you discover that uh um, whoops, guess it wasn’t so near to finished as i’d thunk.

so i returned the stevie nicks shirt for a beige cardi and i just went for high tea at the ROM’s C5 restaurant with my aunt and it was lovely.

jen and i went to a fashion show at the spoke club last nite, it wasn’t as glam as sass’ but we got better gift bags so it all worked out. kind of a douchey scene, well, it was a king west crowd, expected. my babysitter from when i was 4 was there serving hors d’oeuvres and spotted me. no time for pics i have to get ready to get out of here for a few. here’s a video i made before i went out last nite testing the harajuku lovers fragrances.

hurray!

i got a hit from someone searching for LITTLE SLUT GIRLS PICTURE how sexy!

this is where i spent a good portion of steph’s bday. the sealpoint siamese looks like gary busey or nick nolte, or a hybrid thereof, rather. we also had a sealpoint siamese named sheeba, and a chocolate point named mocha, i know you know this already blah blah bluh blah, it just put me in sentimental shut myself in tiny room mode because hello the two exact cats i had as a kid are at this party and i can force them to love me. i like how madeline was like gah these cats (her bf’s) run her life, annoy her, then proceeded to tell me fifty stories about them and was like ok just one more and one more story after that. you so love those cats mad! please buy them cell phones so i can call them.

so distinct and freaky, i love them.

siamese cats have notorious bad breath for some reason.

the hider, everyone kept thinking he took off. mads says he is kind of retarded. ok this is sebastian or elliot, can’t remember.

apologies if this post crashes your computer.

teeny weeny pepper, so chio lah! (sorry fil).

my grandpa, father’s father, a great man, greatly missed.

last nite’s feast, i love when we do thai soup and turn it into rice veggie chicken concoction, so tasty. my portion vs. fil’s. i also almost upchucked whilst watching the thing on tlc, woman without a body on her skateboard and trying to shovel this down, i had to leave the room. such a wimp. we watched indiana jones and the crystal whatever after that, i truly liked it. then we d/l the south park episode ripping on it (thanks a lot rene it put me to sleep) which wasn’t funny.

overheard at the voting station last nite, “it took me forever to find this place.” “oh not me as i’ve been here before.” (gloating) “oh, are you a quaker?” ??? shut up wasps.

fits.

v cute, kind of too much shit on my wrist though, i’m pretty minimalist when it comes to my hands, so i may have a little raymi contest give-away.

i just could not give these away yesterday, i wimped out the two, no three places i visited to do so, not my fault entirely, no chicks to be found at queen vid, in the line at loblaws the woman ahead completely blew everyone’s mood with her price checking bullshit, and then at my tanning salon the chick wasn’t sitting in the chair when i impulsively stuck my head in. she always compliments my smell. oh and i was rockin’ some harsh bad breath too, no game.

cid being a tool the other nite during family tv time.

after the dueling thanksgiving dinners it completely makes sense to go home to eat more. more on those wafer-thin crackers later.

feeling my cheese board.

i experimented with my gordon ramsay cups (i’m just going to call them cups from now on if that’s fine by you) and next time i will do it right, basically avoid tomatoes if you want it to cook faster.

unexpected quiche delight!

next time i’ll use kraft singles. we put these egg fluffs on toasted english muffins and some of our cheese boutique genoa, v tasty combo.

ok dude with big truck and big silver dangling balls, i’m pretty sure that means you are five feet tall and have a teeny peener.

returning this, it’s just not me, well it could be but fil already gave it a pile of disses and a thumb’s down.

i tried, sass.

finally these crackers, bought them in rosemary (best paired with meats) and cracked pepper (cheese). such a good buy if you are carbs-paro.

every time we go to the cheese counter i say i’d like a nice old cheddar, i can’t stop myself, fil snickers at me.

the bug splatters are a nice touch.

i swear i’m like a dog that needs to be taken out for car rides – do not take advantage of that joke set-up you louse.

i am really into this mural and we’ve had burgs here a couple years ago coming back from the cottage all crabby and hung and moody cos the weekend was over. so greasy so good, that was back during fat raymi days. can i have a cone with seven scoops please like in the painting outside?

thumb’s up you guys!

do you know the motorcycle wave? oh man too funny. there is also a subaru wrx sti wave, FUNNIER, especially when dudes wave to fil and he misses it but i catch it. you know the dude is cringing his balls off and fil feels really mean, wants to turn around and chase the guy just to wave back. fil has not taken me out on his bike all season, i guess no need to dazzle when you’ve already got your cow.

speaking of cows, moo.

stopping in small towns to wizz is always a trip, rubber neckin’ from the dudes, severe dirt looks from the chicks, it was worth the drive to acton yes it was just for that and then they get a load of fil’s car and it completes the spectacle full circle like obvs we just landed from mars. ps. we did not go to acton pps. fil says these are mom jeans. why can’t that guy just shut the hell up about my clothes? can you chicks explain him a lesson, thanks.

this is what we made last nite.

fil really wanted these, they didn’t have his size. i have fugly old man boots, so fil has to have a pair too.

pitt, these only come in kid sizes.

dad you would wear these right? (real dad not pitt dad).

now, this store was intense.

they were pret-tee serious.

um, i was wondering if you guys sold any boots?

fil’s mukluks, he’s been pretty sour since i got my fryes. fil are you sure we’re not related?

i felt pretty at home in there.

ok, that concludes another day/weekend in the life of raymi. buh-bye.