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Via Stephen:

Bye Bye Blue-fin.

My announcement is premature but perhaps not by much. Up until a couple of months ago the blame was on fishing and particularly Malta. With the blue-fin getting rarer and the price for a fish up around a third of a million bucks it would hard to imagine that fishermen would stop going after this lucrative prey ( Read more... )

Just a note before I launch into this particular rave: I don't really like bread. My infatuation with a good croissant, however, is not a passing flirtation, no, it is a fierce white-knuckle fucking love. When I was a child, my parents offered them to me as an ultimate treat, as fulfilling in their way as a the sugary deathbomb ambrosia in the ( Read more... )

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Something I can't seem to get over is how much mind-bogglingly delicious food there is in Montreal, for incredibly cheap ( Read more... )

My mother brought me a chunk of organic steak from Capers last night.
I steam-fried it this morning for breakfast and now I'm like "OH HAI, COLOURZ R BRIGHTER NAOW."

Apropos of nothing, I'm making soup. Glorious soup. So tasty that I'm willing to say that the closest thing I've got going to a love affair is currently burbling to itself in my kitchen. It's six kinds of cheese, (seven heaping handfuls of it, thank you abandoned party food), organic chicken broth, broccoli, and cauliflower, stirred in with with ( Read more... )

I have an atrocious head-ache and it's all my fault. I bought my dinner at Grade A Restaurant, a place on Grandville somehow left over from the early seventies, and without thinking, I ordered something with meat. Only fictional gods know what was in it. The Grade A Restaurant specializes in Chinese-Canadian food, like you only get where the ( Read more... )