Foodscapade white

Loosely inspired by my detailed reading of this excellent article's take on Toronto foods:

A newcognizant taste like a remembered earthy vanilla. Earthy but vanilla-ee. Yup, that's how I would describe my first experience with truffle. Now. I did not pay an exorbitant price for this truffle oil, so to expect a flavour out of this world was not in the plan. And yet, it was unique; oh is it a unique taste. And it leave me wanting more.

Apple. Pink Lady, prolly.

Goat cheese. Yep. Only the very best for this dairy freak.

No maple syrup. No honey. The hardest part, honestly.

Some Astro yogurt. Ah, not organic, not goat or sheep yogurt, but value/price is unmatched.

Cardamom. Ah, always a breeze of freshness in the mouth.

The aforementioned truffle oil. Yup, that's right, it was infused. Yes, dear readers, I admit it: if you're underage, you probably should ask your mummy or daddy if you can read further. I am saying this seriously, despite how childish it might appear. No child wants to have psychoactives thrust upon them.

Anyway, the truffle oil, I am getting high on because it was infused with THC. I love it. I really do. And I'm so glad that these cannabinoids are many and not just few because honestly, it's totally unfair how previous generations get to have all the fun discovering things on the planet while I'm stuck indoors and outdoors ranting about stuff. In other words, I continue to discover more in my mind while I work on grounding myself more with my walking escapades (what the hell; made it to Yorkdale and CostCo yesterday and loitered around trying to catch my bearings and overwhelmed by the speed warriors).

Okay. I will publish this now because my foodscapade is done... for now.

La visite temporelle dans la cuisine intransigeante

L'homme aux cheveux long ("'PLEASE LEAVE! ARRAKKIS IS ON ITS WAY!"') entra dans la cuisine; non pas celle du sport, mais celle de la bouffe.

Ouaip.

La glouttonie.

Je ne suis pas un ange, les mecs. J'aime bien - pardon, j'adore mon nom - mais c'est une fausse supposition de penser que je suis un ange au sens propre i.e. incorporéel. Bon, peux-être un peu trop sans corps, ou peut-être pas assez: je ne le sais plus.

Je marche. Je marche, c'est sûr; et donc je suis rentré dans la cuisine et j'ai mangé un cinquième d'un carré de chocolat Lindt (sans commanditure, je le suis fier, même si je le mentionne ici, le produit même) à 85% pour me donner un lift et je pense que ça à aidé.

Maintenant, je pris pour mon sang européen. Le lactose, ah, le lactose...

For fellow compfused web netizens

Admittedly poor attendance without presence

I finally decided I won't be going back to school this summer. I mean, I would have loved to, but I was irked by the fact that the admissions + accessibility process was painful. Literally, headache-inducing. I figured that my college admission would be far easier to complete than my university application, and I was proven wrong. Two, three, four meetings (some over Zoom - not a fan of the service at all), and they still wanted more out of me. I thought it would be practical. It's too bad, because I was looking forward to travelling across town a few times a week instead of sauntering through the same back-and-forth path that takes me to the south.

Anyway, I'll probably defer my entrance to September, when all the other full-time survivors come in. I figure I'll have a better chance of making it as a full-timer then.

I'll leave this post with this anecdote: a man sat in front of a Zoom meeting. He admired the people who spoke up, and respected the silent listeners and speakers who took their turn when wanting to speak; but on the old computer screen, there was no way to answer a burning question: was my hand raised or not, and if it was, how was I supposed to indicate that it was raised when I could not find the button to do so despite my hand not being raised on screen?

My apologies for the confusing rant; it's one of these posts where I just want to write something down, but I wouldn't call it a freewrite because I came back to this and added many more words to my draft that I must now publish before I lose another ant (i.e. my audience).

Listening to: Murray Perahia, Zubin Mehta & Chopin from a CD that I'm too lazy to go pick up to do due diligence on.

Talked to my dad about Columbia records.

Ignore that shiz

I press backspace once to erase thepossibiity of beings piedon

Deep house is playing. GOnna have to cite again.

As I question how I could possibly have switched - WELL, we have different defintions of freewriting, now don't we?

Went to the fire station recently.

No band aid.

No cap either, but no one nomes ane.

Raptors lost. Nothing new, but it was more embarassing than Iron being near hydrogen (plus, there were fewer systematic errors back then).

It's kind of frustrating how the most stressful times of the year seem to be based on school & work. Like, for example, take September. Change of season, so the birds are stressed out 'cause they gotta get to where they gotta go; the kids are all prepped up with plastic backpacks; and then, the full-timers are getting ready for another fiscal quarter.

I refuse to edit for the moment. I'll actually publish this, then worry about a speling mistake somewhere, and come back here somehere in time (I said I'd find you again; I gotta take a break from singing).

Fan Expo should be good this year. Probably gonna go alone again at this rate.

a^3+b^2+c=0 =/ y=mx+b =/ f(x) = 1

Foggy day morning upload

once the moss you're livin' under

disappears

the noise that you'll hear

is the crashing down of Hollow Years

-Dream Theater(ish)

 

Kinda sick of plants, man.