hangover rain. this lasted an hour or so then the sun came out and all the clouds parted, it was incredible.
things are slow in these parts today.
August 16, 2009
August 15, 2009
still makes me convulsive tremble laugh when i watch this video thanks sarah.
you ain’t a has been if you never was.
makeup drag queen music time
things you can’t say
a piece of glass flew into my stomach from my brother swinging a grover stuffed doll while jumping on my bed and it hit the ceiling light and smashed to the ground, i was sitting leaning against my closet door wearing a bathingsuit (kids are awesome) it didnt even hurt that i recall, the glass was so sharp and fine it just plunked in, not too deep. my bro jumped off the bed and out of the room totally frightened he was going to get it, my parents came in the room, picked me up and put me on his bed in his room (glass was all over my floor) and took the glass out of my belly, i was gushing blood. no stitches, and i have a scar now, its tiny.
DT Bistro lunch date
hey thanks dennis
awesome day.
is it embarrassing to call a variety store and ask if they have watermelon and then show up and buy one? cos i can’t like pretend that it wasn’t me who called.
first epic anxiety of last summer way to go loser.
Ryan: haha i saw a fistfight over tom petty once i’m not gonna argue
this dude was like IF ANYONE SAYS ONE BAD THING ABOUT PETTY I’M GONNA PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE
someone went, HE’S OLD AND WASHED UP
got punched in the face
haha people love petty eh
i’ve always had a thing for her
sorry it didn’t occur to you to be interesting on the internet when blogging started.
fixing a hole
and then this dog from outerspace showed up to hang
this one is still available
how to fake a british accent for over a month for no reason
what is the laziest most effective non-illegal way to fix this?
caution: white person dancing
POSTSECRETTTTTTTTTTT ripper
hey fucksicles
i was made for this
come see how much of a scumbag i look like right now please
BJ GAME BOX with sass
you’re all rock stars now in a network town
anyways, your like make ur own fucking hollywood, and i say fuck yeah!
happy birthday martin tweed!
Just gonna tell a quick story here, regarding why what Raymi does is valuable, important
starvation headache
does it offend you yeah?
made nachos last nite
which doll is prettier? you can still cast votes.
fucking dick tried to steal our bikes!
i miss rock of love like a hole in the head.
i had issues learning to swallow pills as a kid. true embarrassing story. there is nothing more disgusting than a tablespoon of OJ and some mystery white powder mixture floating around in your mouth.
LINDSAY IF YOU ARE READING I SWEAR I AM NOT CRAZY AND I MEANT EVERY WORD IN THE COOLEST WAY POSSIBLE AND NO IT’S NOT BALONEY I ONLY SAID THAT TO MY BOYFRIEND TO SAVE FACE.
so i have this thing where i think i’m really fucking funny right?
steph was very excited about going out on the town with the big girls.
so far she hasn’t written back.
we should make a skit and film it for my blog because i dont think all of toronto is convinced that i am a fucking lunatic enough yet
i love you chunk
i would not shut up about jimmy so embodying charlie bucket. there’s something hugely unfair about party dudes with grey hair, women can’t pull that off. i intend to try it.
uhhh ok?
look it’s me again. (one of these guys actually emailed me cos of this post!)
oh summer that’s it i’m not fucking the rest of THIS ONE up!
are you being gay when you play with your own dick? YOU CAN STILL VOTE!
August 14, 2009
fil‘s blackberry bit the dust so work gave him a new one and he needed a new photo of me for it. (when he’s mad at me he changes the photo to cid hahahha) i hated that other picture i dunno why he liked it so much. also, we have absolutely no idea where it was taken. if you look at it bigger you can see a christmas bow beneath a light and that window stuff on the window, pub window shit what the hell is it called? anyway yeah, narrowed down to “in a pub” but which one? my guess is the king’s arms but i do not recall wearing that batman shirt there. if you can figure it out based on all the holes fil and i inhabit you win the chance to do my laundry. i also see in the window reflection a hockey screen, it could be anywhere. wow what a waste of time.
i am working on destroying enhancing this green tank i got from joe fresh a few years ago. i have mangled two other shirts as well. you really need the right material to fray it up (soft cotton, an AA shirt would be perfect) this ribbed stuff is ok but takes a little more effort. cut off the entire bottom seam and pick at it with your nails, dragging upwards. longer nails work better and you need to have patience.
a perfect shirt to wear on mother’s day.
yesterday my moms was in town so we hung out in the most irritating part of the city, yonge/dundas square. the heat was icing on the cake. after hitting up the clearance corner of UO we went to salad king. mom was like but i don’t want a salad. it’s like grape nuts over there, where’s the grape, or the nuts? why are you called salad king, dudes!?
this was the pose of the day get used to it. it’s called the bun showcase.
you can do it even if your hair isn’t in a bun.
then i noticed that bracelet and guilted my mom into giving it to me. it was pretty easy.
UO loot. oh god need to go back when i’m not having IBS. fil fed us expired (since april!) feta cheese the other day so i’m pretty sure bathroom party is due to that. thanks fil! he will eat yogurt if it’s a month passed it’s date.
the pensive police called and they were like good job.
there’s a ton of dude clearance merch for once i’m sending fil over to therapy shop for himself today. every time i get him something it doesn’t fit and then i have an over sized t-shirt on my hands that i have to incorporate into my already ridiculous wardrobe.
i had the buyer’s remorse as i went there with the intention of getting something for a friend. i decided to get her a necklace from forever21 instead (new addiction on the horizon holy cheap thrills is that store!)
peep my pits. celebrated crap attackz by purchasing an xs coug dress. the skirt is very flippy.
gypsy artist eccentric pretentious oh this old thing shirt.
mom wanted to share a sandwich, sorry, samwich. what is it with moms and sandwiches? f that we’re having noodles. she was a good sport and really liked it. even added broccoli to our order.
way natural.
thai basil chicken. medium. fil dared me to order 15 chilis. yeah right i don’t feel like fire diarrhea right now thanks.
smart set, well played. bad music though and too loud it drove me bananas. they’ve certainly youthed-out their ish to contend with h&m and UO. it made me sort of reminisce about the good ole days when it actually required effort to come up with a “hipster” look. you’d have to track all that shit down from various nooks and crannies, dead relatives, friends who got fat etc but now you can just walk into virtually any store and come out in a fucking uniform. lame. i never thought “the man” could outsmart us or would be able to figure out how to mass-produce our look, as it wasn’t just one t-shirt, chuck taylors, ripped jeans, not simple. but they’ve done it and i think they’re winning.
it is taking every ounce of strength within me not to claim this for myself.
my mom was all don’t get a small no no not a small what’s it with moms and clothing sizes, why should i buy a size that doesn’t fit me right now? i’m not a fucking toddler i’m not going to grow into it, no more growth spurts here k relax pill. then i realised what she was up to, she bought the exact same shirt for herself IN that bigger size. mental.
need to get a better picture of this shirt in a proper outfit.
what’s with the filmy pictures?
lost the socks (allen’s patio was HOT and zero breeze) and changed shorts.
getting your fall wardrobe in summer and wearing it during summer feels like trouble. we got jogging outfits (omg) at the end of summer as kids and were only allowed to wear them to grandma and grandpa’s house which was stupid cos they had a huge backyard that we always rough-housed in, grass stains!
we got line-bumped at allen’s cos we tight with them and “we” as in “fil” but whatever. if you are feeling like douche-spectating while eating amazing appetizers that is the place for you. also cool is the people who smoke while the table beside them is eating. collective gasps and tsk-tsks could be heard for miles and miles. my favourite guy was the colonel sanders look-a-like complete with all white suit, white hair, beard and cigarette. such a vision.
love the dick tracy lamps once the nite comes it is very detectivey.
there’s that pose again. that bun gets a gold star it lasted all day AND did not bequeath me bun headache.
then they placed a mirror beside fil for some reason.
what’s more ridiculous is chad and fil completely are the same person. same attitude, dad-like ways, quiet, smart, ugh irritatingly so, while holly and i are bla bl ablahbal one more drink one MORE DRINK BLAHAAH. v funny. why are dudes like this attracted to chicks like us?
they probably have the same phone number according to holly.
two orders of this.
two orders of this.
more uncanny in real life. white wine drinking sasquatches beside them gave holly stink-eye for taking this one so we had a stare-down contest. oh go fuck yourself shrek, sorry for enjoying ourselves? get with the times and the digital age, people have cameras and want to capture moments to reminisce over later on. i won the staring contest i pretended i was a statue and one grimaced hahaha what? got something to say? yeah i didn’t think so. NEXT.
to be fair though i do look like a fucking brat. oh i wish i took a picture of the tiniest glass in the world holly’s vodka soda came in. the one your nana gives you before bed with it half full of gingerale cos you’re spazzing out and NEED MORE POP JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE. ridiculous. we fled that scene and went somewhere loads douchier. i’d never strolled the danforth strip that far before and holy lord, doucheland, love it. greek sluts for miles, sleazebag dudes too.
kinda at least once in my life want to get my nails did as a joke.
airbrush hot peach with palm trees of course i mean obviously.
seriously how would i type? i can barely type these days anymore and my nails are pretty much non-existent.
oh yeah she got a haircut, we like it.
oh man the music there buh-rutal. more good people-watching judging opportunities. after a few drinks you are like, i understand these people especially the gigantic cleavage of our waitress layin’ the drinks on hard.
oh man this took forever.
oh look it’s you!
THOU SHALL NOT PASS!
what’s the secret password who cares zzzz.
oh yeah i bought fil one of those 5L heineken kegs cos he was annoyed at his website yesterday and waiting in line at the lcbo this huge crabby gross drunk yelled at an employee to open up her cash cos there was a line, made me cringe. brosz7 knew someone who worked there before and said they all talk about everyone who shops there, like, knows each drunk, how often they shop all that. dude why do you want to draw more attention to yourself shut up! meanwhile had one huge tallboy in his hand. ps. the keg was for me too cos i missed out on the weekend keg cos apparently during my hour nap during the wedding reception it was heineken hour.
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August 13, 2009
i love badminton and i’m pretty fuckin’ great at it. my family is way into it and pretty competitive.
after one of these racquet flip tosses i caught it and the birdie was comin’ my way, i still lobbed it over. nice.
this was totally great until i stepped in goose shit, barefoot, right through my toes uuuuugh. then the mosquitos came out in droves. brutal.
this picture is great because that shirt is so classy.
mid-lecture what else is new.
obviously this is about all of you.
perfectly vintage good thing some twerp put stickers all over it.
is it me or is my jaw getting more squarey like my mom’s? probably the angle this picture was taken.
here comes dad.
fantastic salads thanks again!
brosz7 hooked us up with lick’s burgs then i jumped right on in the badminton without digesting first. that plus beer and annihilating a bag of plantain chips is recipe for bloated gas land for the rest of the nite.
on this end of the island you are so close to the airport i marveled at how cool it was to play a game of badminton so close to an airfield while planes land and take off, no way you could play badminton that close to pearson airport. would be hilarious if you tried though, in fact, who wants to play badminton at pearson airport with me? i’m sure security would be down for it.
thanks for lookin’ out for me guy!
then we dropped in on yuula‘s. she has made much headway in her feather collecting, driftwood covering. she said there’s probably 500 feathers on this thing. i think i heard 500.
yuula cast.
thanks for the bug spray! sorry about the non-meteor showers.
love this back to the future clock.
i put clear mascara on fil’s left eyelashes, can you even tell? ugh guys and their long lashes, do you think it’s an evolution (historical? what’s the word i’m looking for?) thing like guys go out hunting in the woods and desert and long lashes protect their eyes? i did the other eye too, you could tell more in real life.
waitin’ for the ferry.
do you think i will ever get a clear photo of the toronto skyline?
i’m on no sleep cos i stayed up til 2 watching toddlers&tiaras because i am an idiot then i couldn’t sleep and then my mom calls me at 9.45 even though i explicitly told her NOON, noon we will speak 12 NOOOOOON. we’re gonna hang today so i canceled my dermatologist appointment for the billionth time. waiting for my peg bundy coug flats to dry on the balcony they were wet and encased in a plastic bag in the trunk since sunday, holy gross smell.
oh i made a crapblog charting my toilet logs. ha double entendre. the humour in it will probably wear off by tomorrow.
August 12, 2009
good day to you hello there. that coffee was bailey’s free. not sunday morning’s though no sirree. i am SO glad my roots have dye in them again, if my hair was natural up there and the rest black i woulda had a way tougher time dealing. blond bonus – you can go days without having to wash your hair. (also the flash of my camera makes my hair look brown and it isn’t).
good morning hello.
love this terrifying thing, vintage toys are the best.
workin’ all day dave and on his birthday too. i said happy birthday 50 times to him throughout the day, didn’t care, so unbig a deal to him the fucking apocalypse could happen and he’d be all, meh.
me hard at work representin’ outfit one.
meanwhile… ha jokes GUY i took these. also nothing’s in order thank you flickr.
i hope i look this babely when i’m pregnant.
little emily and i picked some wild flowers to put in the wishing well bucket. it was a very important job. hangin’ with kids is awesome, they do your chores for you or help you dodge ‘em completely oh i can’t help you lift that because we are picking blades of grass over here.
i love the scattered arrangement of the tents and chairs, so low-key, no bullshit, no seating plan, zero uptightness. refreshing indeed.
what’s goin’ on here? we’ll come back to it as the pics aren’t in order ugh. anyway funny story about this ATV (is it called that?) the ort boys & cofield (of course) took it for an insanely loud night cruise (more like 2am) and got it on 2 wheels (i think?) and are now banned from using it haha idiots.
the wedding was on valentine’s day, family only. the pictures are stunning.
ahhh that’s what alex was driving over. good thing that one was wearing a life jacket.
outfit 2, for hangin’ and preparin’ also i got ONE beer out of the keith’s keg, the heineken was emptied by the time i was ready for a brew. cynthia said we weren’t allowed to start the kegs until 3 no matter we all worked around that one – bottles, cans! (alex said that rule was faulty) i think it was tapped around 1 anyway haha. it’s funny when everyone’s wasted on keg beer one hundred they justify it like they are helping the keg owner by assisting them in draining the thing. also who drank all my coors lights?
wicked rug.
wicked rug plus chicken legs.
last minute captions for their alex roast slide show. i introduced it for them cos they are not down with the public speaking and i made a mini speech and almost started crying. i cut it off once my thighs starting trembling. anyway because of that i got most of the credit for their work even though i repeated myself twice that fil and steve worked very hard on it. it was a seriously touching tribute and funny too if i had made it i’d’ve glory hogged the shit out of it. note my crap hanging up on the wall.
when someone owns a cottage it warrants giving them the goofiest shit ever and they are forced to lovingly display it. not that this wooden egg is goofy, just talkin’ here.
then some fresh-faced showered people arrived and i started feeling skidly time to clean up. slicing my hand on the screen door was a nice bonus, band-aid on my hand from the 70s with adhesive so gluey once i took it off i had gummed-up residue like crazy. in fact there’s still some on my hand right now.
i love the contrast of this urbanesque print in a cottage setting. neat.
CANADA! CANADA!
the bride gettin’ her hair did. jamie says in the first year of marriage you are referred to as bride, after that it’s wife. ride that one shari. i then realised holy crap there’s a straightener here thank god.
time stands still at the cottage, well, they’re like time capsules basically.
then matt and leslie showed up to get down.
some serious snacks.
simple clean whimsy, the best. this was the food table and it was screened in i forgot to get a picture of the fabulous spread. use your imagination.
the opposite of dorks.
matt and leslie always have a tickle trunk of random various boozes.
tastes like a creamsicle. pretty certain this sealed my needing a nap fate.
bromancin’ the stone. that’s tarley off in the background, see how his shirt matched by dress and the day before we were red/white stripes FASCINATING.
ugh.
delicious amazing on its way to becoming pulled pork.
i’m such an emotional loser this could make me cry even. mom what kind of genes have you passed on to me!?
the biggest bowl of onions i have ever seen. i didn’t even get any cos i was too impatient to wait in line. whoever had to cut these musta been crying.
how much do you love this chair!
i can’t even settle on just one picture of it.
i love cynthia (alex’s mom) she is so sweet, welcoming, and eccentric. she also taught art to steph and so many other people we know. she also partied to notorious BIG it was awesome.
misleading size close-up.
poor little dude.
HOT MAMA. i love that dress how much does it make you want to be 8 months pregnant like right now. i wish i could photoshop that guy out no offense. maybe fil can do it so shari can use this as her FB profile pic.
i’m running out of funny captions juice cid just bit my finger and i’m getting hungry. oh yeah nice matching shirts zzz.
some people meet me as lauren, some as raymi. oh yeah little emily asked me what my name was, i said luh-ren, like lauren but better.
perfectly adorable little cigarettes for children! i had a drag of one of these later on and immediately regretted it but blessing in disguise as it required i drink two bottles of water which alleviated the majority of my hangover.
jackson pollock floor.
oh god.
ditto.
this one was pointless, lasted no time at all as it instantly got cold and i was ready for nap town but thanks to its overall loudness it was not forgotten. why can’t people just mind their own beez? (ps i wasn’t the only one singin’ on the mic i was actually quite moderate with it stop being catty to me all the time).
i shushed so many people during speeches excuse me i’m trying to cry over here.
tarley played i have never later on at another cottage i can only imagine how that nite turned out, oh to be a fly on the wall.
dave-O MC-extraordinaire + adorable emily. she wanted to tell a story on the mic so bad and finally got her chance, decided to sing a song instead, got out a few la-la-la’s then shy attack took over, so adorable omg i’m about to start crying right now even. reminded me when i gave a speech at my uncle’s wedding to all the grandparents and bawled my eyes out at the end. i didn’t want to give the speech, but felt i should yet knew i would crumble in fear and nerves. i was 8 and felt exploited.
shari’s dad gave a hilarious stoner speech. i coulda listened to him talk for a half hour, so funny and scattered and eccentric. she kept heckling to keep him on track.
i kept it together during cynthia’s speech until she said that the island was a special place where friends become family and family become friends OMG so totally bawling right now again. nick was surprised by my sensitivity what with my bitchy exterior and all. dude a flower petal could make me lose it.
this was funny, aunty margy wrote the speech for both of them then brought out a champagne bottle full of confetti that wouldn’t burst, they brought it home from the uk and he thought it would blow up the plane haha ahh comedic relief.
it finally popped.
perfect.
i was jealous of that idea & tried to stick one on my cheek but it wouldn’t stay hi i am 4.
melissa read me her speech earlier while i was putting on makeup and it made me bawl. then hearing it again knowing all the emotional bits of course i lost it again especially cos she got chokey at parts. lindsey’s speech made me blubber too hi this post is about how much i cry i hope you liked it.
bummed we had to miss out on presents opening the next day. we had to leave for fil to shoot a show THAT WAS CANCELED DUE TO RAIN ANYWAY. extra bitter as the sun came out and was perfect swimming weather.
i like how zero per cent of a shit people give on the island when it comes to funny hats uh i mean nice hat. rob in the background said he looked at my blog and didn’t “get it” also “what’s with that cork?” haha. rob there is nothing to get. enjoy.
shari is such a natural public speaker, so brave and chatty. they are a wonderful couple and this reception made it oh so apparent it was very touching to see. congrats you guys xoxox i hope you have a girl!
nite time party pics to come later.
August 11, 2009
AUGUST 2008 ARCHIVES one year ago this month some shit happened!
hi chirpies, it’s facebook graffiti fan-art sharing time!
drunk blog post with steph.
THE FIRST TIME I MET SKIDFANIE
we decided to spend the beginning of our hangover at cheese boutique, such a good idea.
holy shit-disturbing game much?
fil rearranged the furniture so now i am facing the other side of the room, it’s bomb dude! now when we bang on the couch the building across the way’s view of our performance will be totally better. here look it’s me about to shove an onion ring in my face, probably the same one i later barfed up in my mouth and the last one i will eat for a loooooooong time.
wicked, a dirty chick thinks we are losers. why would you instantly assume over a snippet of conversation that we’re beach snobs, fuck you idiot, i love that beach.
whenever i get interviewed about this piece of shit blog, i’m always asked how or why i started blogging and i always credit this guy…
the first time i met pierre the dog. i was also blasted.
unicorn love.
had to return that green bell. no bells exist for road bikes like fils’, he is still bellless. maybe if i tell his mom she will force him to get one. apparently they are insanely expensive to have custom-made/fitted.
august 2007 archives part deux.
i’ve strayed too far from the original point of this journal and have allowed all your sensitive-susan’s opinions shit up my vision. you know what i mean? i’m not a giant asshole who walks around screaming at people, i merely share stories on my blog about stupid assholes who get my goat cos i find it entertaining, as do many others. i go out in the world and shit either happens to me or around my immediate vicinity and then i friggin’ blog about it, simple. if you live in a city and frequently go out, the probability of some jerkoff lipping at you for no good reason is pretty high (and i don’t even write about every little thing that occurs) but you wouldn’t know that would you from behind your safe little computer desk in suburbia, so stick to your martha stewart crafts webring in the future maybe?
wow guess i blogged a lot august 2007.
i will probably be wearing it in a dream tonite.
still awesome. sites like these were created with me in mind.
it takes a long time but god dies too but not before he’ll stick it to you
the only sunglasses available in kensington are those dumb kanye west things and yeah, basically anything kanye west ever shitted up.
and OMG bernie mac is dead!? wtf!?
someone touched my laundry!
we went to the arms to kill time during that ridiculous downpour, all of which funneled itself onto my fucking soul from just dashing car to bar, steph choked and lingered way too long under the awning where all the tropical buckets of rain were sloshing the most she’s like WHAT DO I DO i’m like OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!
kinda hard tunes to groove to and sometimes the shy just takes over.
breakfast of champions in the afternoonz
dudes i’m stacked!
i sincerely hope you burn in hell, i would tell you to get a life, but we both know that is never fucking going to happen.
how to slutify a t-shirt.
you cheating asshole
i should start wearing that more often.
READY TO TAKE ON THE DAY
oh god i’m turning into one of those “you keep me young” chicks GROAN brutal!
oh and thanks everyone for the push-up bra quips THEY’RE NOT PUSH-UP BRAS just reg. bras with like a mile thick layer of foam. i’m not as flat as i look, the way my jublies party is like a wonky-eyed dude with both pupils pointing in opposite directions but when you stuff ‘em in a bra, up they go all that stretched-out overlooked area and BAM! i’m stacked.
go fly a kite eh
There was probably a time when I reloaded Raymi’s blog more than my own email, mostly because she actually updates that much (we could take a cue). This was a revelation– a time-killing mega-distraction on a pre-Mark Zuckerberg Internet. For some, it’s hard to pinpoint the appeal of her blog, outside of the blankfaced voyeurism it affords with little to no censorship. Its been referred to as everything from performance art to soft porn (and thus occasionally blocked on the computers of those with real-people jobs), and she gets written about by everyone from Eye Weekly to Drunken Stepfather. I dunno, we just like her. And other people must too because she has lots of those weird little Best Blog in Canada/the-Universe awards on her site, and more hits than we could dream of this side of becoming a Warren Kinsella hate forum. Oh, and it doesn’t hurt her rad factor that she’s related to Jack Kerouac.
fwah. there’s not a chance in hell a hipster would deem ME a hipster, all hipsters are islands of themselves, i wouldn’t even be on their radar. the point is, that article is a hack piece and didn’t unearth anything i didn’t already know four years ago.
i would also like to add that never in my life have i been cut off at a bar, i have been swinging from chandalier style trashed performing floor gymnastics and the like and not once have i been tapped on the shoulder. (we still don’t drink at this place we have held true to our blacklisting that shit scene also they fired the karaoke guy too so extra no reason to go there).
phil what do you want to do tonite?
part two archives later on xoxoxoxo
here’s some of fil‘s pics of me i ripped from facebook. dunno why he didn’t put these up on flickr as usual.
this was costume change three (technically four if your count the outfit i woke up wearing and wandered around in for a few during coffee then the second outfit for helping set up) then it got super cold and i needed a nap. after that i came out in jeans and stayed in that outfit for the rest of the nite.
sampling and displaying the goods.
shari’s dress was amazing. i have a really great picture of her in it. i’d wear it non-preggers in a heartbeat.
post-nap i may or may not be a tad crabby at this point in time. why does napping make you so pissed at everyone? something about people goin’ on with their own shit and you take it personally hello you all forgot about me thanks a lot selfish bastards. i got over it.
can you guess what i’m eating here?
bananananananananananA cream pie! i’ve had a craving for one for weeks i forgot how it came about but cravings just grow and grow until you do something about them.
accompanied by a post dinner libation – whiskey and caramel toffee yogurt ‘nuked for a minute. deliciously boozy. fil could drink a punch bowl sized amount in one go.
i don’t think my craving has been adequately satiated as this is just a cheap mccain frozen dealy. actually i more so crave a bostom cream pie now. custard mmm. i can tell i’m not drinking as much booze when i start craving sweets. speaking of, the baklava shari’s dad got this weekend completely blew me away.
family portrait.
i whipped up a tasty meal and it was ready by the time fil came home, stellar. filmed it too but the video is way boring so nevermind.
simple boiled little potatoes topped with a bit of butter, salt and pepper. reminds me of dinner at my grandparents (way british) and i hated potatoes, i was a finicky eater. i’d try and hide the potatoes underneath other stuff on my plate, spit them into my napkin and stuff it under the lip of my plate.
still kinda meh about them but i can appreciate their overall blandness and simplicity. not so much the carb factor though.
roasted red pepper, spinach, left over beef tenderloin, then fresh grated parm and caesar dressing from scratch.
garlic, olive oil, mustard seed mustard, anchovy paste, fresh basil, tabasco, worcestershire, pepper.
cleanest oven ever.
coffeetalk w/ raymi. very in-depth.
