Yesterday I had a truly spectacular nosh just after noon. We were at my parents' house and after a truly challenging night of sleep deprivation followed by serious snuggly snooze, I was wakened so sweetly by a certain someone from my single-bed slumber.
Upon arising, I was struck with a familiar urge to get crazy. I cooked myself two basted eggs, pan-fried yam discs, chopped green onion and buttered swiss chard, slathered a chunk of bannock with my home-made cilantro hummus and got down on that morning meal in the early afternoon. Deeeelicious!!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
chickpeas, cilantro, lettuce and chili powder
A bowl full of chickpeas, cilantro, lettuce and chili powder was my breakfast this morning. A whole lotta roughage assembled by my sweet lover...tasty as fuck, but I could have choked it down a whole lot faster and with slightly more enjoyment had I any lemon juice and flax or olive oil to drizzle. The chickpeas were frickin' delicious, soaked for a day and a night and then cooked to tenderness while I was making supper yesterday evening. Plain as fuck and they're holy hella good. Good for you too. And of course the organic cilantro and head lettuce obtained from the crop share. Lovin' the food sharing orgy...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
red river
I am so...blessed to be with the person I find myself loving right now. I don't know any other way to describe it but "blessed", which is not a word I use often.
Let's linger over the breakfast I had this morning, since I wasn't able to linger over it in real time. Such a beautiful person across from me as I snarfed re-heated red river cereal sprinkled with brown sugar, just a little more gussied up with stale raisins...
How fucking cool is it that someone listens to me when I speak, thinks about the things I have to say and then helps me come up with a plan? I don't think I've ever been so well-supported...my mother definitely comes to mind when I say that, but her form of support has always been more in the way of getting me do it by myself...nothing like running to mummy when I have troubles eating breakfast in the morning...she raised me to be super-independent and for that I'm grateful, but I have the shortfalls as do we all...she was actually the person who did not force me into the morning meal, believing (correctly) that I could make my own choices about food.
Unfortunately, my decision-making in the breakfast regard has not evolved much since I was nine years old and I find myself often loath to wake up at a reasonable time to get the early sustenance.
Yes, life is good when there's a partner available to help with the responsible decision-making shenanigans...
Let's linger over the breakfast I had this morning, since I wasn't able to linger over it in real time. Such a beautiful person across from me as I snarfed re-heated red river cereal sprinkled with brown sugar, just a little more gussied up with stale raisins...
How fucking cool is it that someone listens to me when I speak, thinks about the things I have to say and then helps me come up with a plan? I don't think I've ever been so well-supported...my mother definitely comes to mind when I say that, but her form of support has always been more in the way of getting me do it by myself...nothing like running to mummy when I have troubles eating breakfast in the morning...she raised me to be super-independent and for that I'm grateful, but I have the shortfalls as do we all...she was actually the person who did not force me into the morning meal, believing (correctly) that I could make my own choices about food.
Unfortunately, my decision-making in the breakfast regard has not evolved much since I was nine years old and I find myself often loath to wake up at a reasonable time to get the early sustenance.
Yes, life is good when there's a partner available to help with the responsible decision-making shenanigans...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
ghetto picnic breakfast
I had severe fear this morning and so stayed in bed with my lover until about 11:30am when I realized I had lunch plans with my dj friend. !!! I phoned her with toothbrush in my mouth and re-directed her to Corydon Village where she picked me up within 15 minutes of my call.
I wore my favourite long-sleeve blue shirt with the only pair of black slacks that fit me properly. (Though they're still fastened with the safety pin - first time I wore them in June of 2008 the clasp broke and I've never bothered with needle and thread. Do you see why I get the fear?) Of course, this outfit is incomplete without my pinwheel silk neckerchief which I wore closely tied to my throat to hopefully help me with bravery...
It turned out that instead of the chips and pop promised yesterday by my lunch companion, she brought leftovers from her bf's untimely excursion to Affinity of the night before...so we munched cold chili soya strips, kung pao gluten and tofu chow mein still in their takeout containers.
om nom nom breakfast at drizzly Bruce Park in Winnipeg. I love grey weather on green foliage.
I wore my favourite long-sleeve blue shirt with the only pair of black slacks that fit me properly. (Though they're still fastened with the safety pin - first time I wore them in June of 2008 the clasp broke and I've never bothered with needle and thread. Do you see why I get the fear?) Of course, this outfit is incomplete without my pinwheel silk neckerchief which I wore closely tied to my throat to hopefully help me with bravery...
It turned out that instead of the chips and pop promised yesterday by my lunch companion, she brought leftovers from her bf's untimely excursion to Affinity of the night before...so we munched cold chili soya strips, kung pao gluten and tofu chow mein still in their takeout containers.
om nom nom breakfast at drizzly Bruce Park in Winnipeg. I love grey weather on green foliage.
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