romance

up front, if you don’t want to rub syrup in your face, then maybe don’t read this. on the other hand, if you’re bored or maybe just down with some slush-mush, then brave on.

on this funny day, I feel so much love. so much goddam love. it’s absolutely spilling out of me and I can’t help but wonder how I ever became so lucky. never, at any point in my life have I experienced so many wonderful people. and they’re all over the place! there’s one on my couch, there’s a bunch down the street on columbia and battle and elsewhere… there’s a few on the hill, there’s some in the west part of down town… and all the goodies in ontario and the stragler in the southwest and the ones on the coast and island! jesus!

you know, there’s a big part of me that flirts with the reality of miyazaki films in a way that maybe isn’t ‘healthy,’ but I can’t be bothered enough to stop. aren’t we all running and screaming and laughing in some windswept crayola green field, calling out the woodland spirits and falling in love all the time? all of us?   in dazzling colours backed up with a full orchestra, making up words and names… that’s how it feels to me.

this is a great time of year. the time when you walk about at night and admire all the warm, orange-glow windows and are torn between more walking or going home to your own glowy house. I’m so excited to walk home in the dark and … well, that’s it, really.

-full of thanks-tanks… an army of grateful

warm up

the roman empire didn’t exactly fall, now did it? I mean, we still talk about it like it’s the bee’s knees. I say that because I was thinking how this is the fall of ‘ok-well-let’s-make-this-work’… and that makes it sound like the adaptation vibe is dying, and it’s not! the autumn of? but that sounds old… sinatra old.

so look, it’s the fall season of  ‘I can do better!’ of ‘I’ll show you!’ of ‘I’ll show myself!’ and a bunch of other garbled self-affirmy yelling. and for real, someone’s playing a bag pipe while I type… somewhere outside

after a long six hours of weird drudgery, some salad with my favourite man, and an extra painful episode of peep show, I’m mowing down perogies and tippity tapping away on the couch, venting at/to all of you.

in the upcoming weeks there will surely be new recipes and more regular posts. the summer so easily distracts me from long bouts of the internet. and everyone’s getting married! it’s THAT weird time of life. there’s so many things to bite into… the overwhelming all-you-can-eat buffet where instead of indigestion, you just become more obligated to more people or to more of yourself. save room for dessert.

soon to be more experimenting with bread (and related) baking. stay tuned for whatever that will entail.