It's A Monkey

There Is No Excuse

2008-12-09T04:56:00.003-05:00

I know, I know. I've decided to mosey on over to a new blogging outlet though - hope you'll come with!

Covet & Wan t - postings about excellent stuff that should be mine.

A Season for Coats

2008-09-25T16:15:00.003-04:00

You know me. You know I love coats. Which means I gots me a new little sister for my Mackage.

Say hello to Margo, by Soia & Kyo:

This, of course, still leaves me longing for a new fall jacket. And my eyes keep turning towards little Amelia, by Suwha. But I do think that I shall have to keep her at an arm's length. It's better for everyone that way.

Since Saturday

2008-09-07T11:30:00.003-04:00

Movers came to pack up my things. Crossing into Canada is much more involved then crossing into the US. It includes meeting the truck at a Customs clearing house! Oh, my. So that border crossing scares me a bit, and if anything can make it go smoother, I'm all over it. Getting your mover to pack the things they carry is one of those things.

Movers came to load up their truck with my things.

I drove from Columbus, OH to Burlington, ON. Only four (count them, four) pee stops. Best songs heard on the radio: Kiss by Prince, and the three-song-spread from a station in PA that saw Kim Mitchell followed by Rush followed by Skid Row. If there was ever a musical sign that this girl made the right decision to head back into Canada, this was it. When I got to the Peace Bridge border, Immigration asked me a couple of questions and accepted my surrendor of my I-94, and Customs stamped my Canadian car re-entering the country, and allowed me to declare all of my stuff on the moving truck that will arrive on the 9th, making claiming my things at the Customs clearing house next week so much easier.

I'm staying in Burlington, at my parents' place, until my things arrive on Sept 9. Its lovely to have a welcoming home, and a bed to sleep in, while I wait!

Re-registered my car, and exchanged my OH drivers license for an ON one. While the whole moving process is more difficult, the licensing one? Much easier. No need to write a driver's knowledge test, or take a driving test. Take that, OH.

Picked up the keys to the townhouse I'm renting, and dropped off some of the things I brought over in my car.

Bought a new computer - the Dell Inspiron 1525. It is pretty and red, and I must confess a liking for the Windows Vista interface. Does that make me a fool?

Reconnected with my gym-friends here in Burlington.

Was able to get Rogers Cable to move up the appointment I have to have digital cable, internet and phone service connected from Sept 25 to Sept 12! Only 2.5 days without TV. Though, I know, that will still seem like a lifetime.

To come: meeting the movers and moving into my place in Waterloo on Sept 9. Figuring out which gym location in the region will become my new home. Exploring the cities. And starting work on Sept 15!

Two Months Ago, I Took Some Bloggity Time Off

2008-08-30T11:56:00.002-04:00

Quiet time can be a necessary thing. And time to chatter always rolls around, sooner or later. Guess which bit I'm in the middle of right now?

Oh, dear, the things that have been going on. Since I last spread my brain over your screen, I made the decision to look for a new job, started interviewing with a number of places, and, two weeks ago, accepted a position that will take me ALLLLLLL the way back to Ontario.

New company.

New city.

New kinds of excitement.

And new kinds of sadness leaving my excellent, incomprehensibly awesome Columbus friends here when I leave. Yay, but boo, you know? Sigh.

Anyway, I leave Columbus on Wednesday.

Holy crap, I leave Columbus on Wednesday. Oh, dear.

Anyway, Canada - you have been warned.

I Think I'm Going to Let this Blog Rest for a Bit

2008-06-29T16:52:00.004-04:00

Life is lovely, but not all that exciting right now. Cycling, working, having fun, the end!

Really, though, I am very lazy with the writing, and find it easier to microblog via Twitter, and post pictures at Flickr, while social networking it up on Facebook. So if you're interested in keeping a-track of me, here are a couple of links:

Follow me at Twitter (updates like the ones you're seeing in the left column here)
Flickr has pictures I upload

I'll probably start blogging again, should anything that I need to share come up!

Substitutions

2008-06-15T18:50:00.002-04:00

When I need to get out of my head, I do something physical. I heart the exercising, but act of creating something just isn't inherent to hefting weights or cycling for a bargazillion miles, or even horseback riding.

I used to fulfill my need to create something with my hands by art. 3D collages, which I am promising myself to get back to making, and soon, and later with ceramics. Lately, though, and I'm sure you've already noticed, it's been with cooking and baking and kitchen experiments galore.

This weekend, I tried my hand at candy making, for the first time ever. When I was a child, I loved Kraft's Chocolate Caramels, and decided that that was the place for me to start. Using my new favourite cookbook, Chocolates and Confections by Peter Greweling, I set to work.

Two things that I thought would ruin the batch:

The power went out and stayed out for a good minute 2/3 of the way through the process, though since I didn't seemingly loose and heat from the mixture, and kept stirring away until the power came back on, I decided to finish the batch and see how they would turn out.
The next morning, I realized that I had used half and half instead of heavy cream, meaning a lower milk fat content in the candy.

That being said, those suckers still turned out! They're just a little softer then I had wanted, due to the accidental half and half substitution, but still tasty and lovely and chewy.

I wrapped 'em on up in wax paper and will be brining them into the office tomorrow.

So, take a look:

A Quick Tiny Mango Pie add-on

2008-06-10T12:16:00.002-04:00

A tinyunicorn requested the recipe for the wee jar pies below. Ah, recipe.

Crust: here you go. Okay, so neither Jen or I had ever made a pie crust, and having witnessed the pain that pie crust has cause friends and relatives, and feeling like this project was too cute to allow for failure, we went with pre-made. 3 boxes will cover 24 4 oz jars.

Filling: Mango Pie at MyRecipes.com. This is the only recipe for Mango Pie that I've come across that uses the mango whole, instead of making into some odd cream pie base. In case you'd rather not visit MyRecipes, here's the lowdown for the filling:

2/3 cup packed brown sugar
3 tablespoons cornstarch
4 1/2 cups (1/2-inch-thick) mango wedges (about 4 medium)
1 tablespoon chilled butter, cut into small pieces

Now, as a lass who eats a mango a day, I know what possible disappointments can lurk inside a fresh mango. Do yourself a favour, and for this pie filling, buy frozen cut mango - we used the organic Naturally Preferred line from Kroger. 4 packs will give you enough for 24 4 oz jars.

TINY MANGO PIES! But first, some other things.

2008-06-08T19:02:00.003-04:00

It's been awhile, no? A lot's been going on. I went back home to visit, and had a final dinner at Susur. And while I am sad his Toronto location is closing (Lee isn't the same, kids), I am excited to see what he opens in NYC.

The Toronto weekend was incredibly fun. I heart being happy like that.

What else? Oh, I'm riding a lot. On my bike. AND ON A HORSE. That's right, Jen, Allison and I started horseback riding lessons yesterday. We all spent hours on horseback as children, but - well, we're children no more. Loving it. LOVE.

And on to the pies.

Because we can't help but fall in love with awesome, tiny food, Jen and I decided to steal this idea from NotMartha and make tiny pies in 4oz jars this afternoon. Jen took the first 3 pictures, and I took the rest.

I give you: Wee Mango Pies

And the Obligatory Food Photos

2008-05-26T18:07:00.003-04:00

I made cream cheese sugar cookies last weekend.

On Friday, I churned up a batch of cheesecake ice cream to bring to a friend's party. No, no chunks o' cake in this baby - ice cream that tastes like cheesecake filling through and through. But that's just white and not very photogenic, so no photos for you.

Turning away from pastry, I made quinoa for the first time this weekend. This has it mixed into carmelized onion, garlic, three kinds of mushroom and wilted spinach with a squirt of lemon juice:

And an old standby - cauliflower, celery, onions and asparagus on a baking sheet, heading into the oven to roast before being made into soup.

There are a lot of Rules in Roller Skating

2008-05-26T15:38:00.003-04:00

Decision of a Century

2008-05-14T20:53:00.004-04:00

For the past couple of weeks, I've been toying with the idea of doing a Century Ride - 100 miles (161 km - I'm still so very metric) of road cycling in one shot. I figure that since I've been pushing out 25 mile rides at a moderately easy pace post-weight training session that 100 miles is a do-able goal.

So, I've been toying with the idea - until I ordered The Complete Book of Long-Distance Cycling from Amazon. Even though 25 miles is easy to do, 100 miles, I know, is a different animal, and it's something that I'm going to need to train for, and learn how to fuel myself for.

September seems like a good goal to work towards. You all better hold me to it.

Totally unrelated, here's an obligatory what I made over the weekend food photo.

Regard, the mostly organic Chewy Oatmeal Raisin cookie. I modified the recipe to use whole wheat flour, add cinnamon and up the raisin factor.

Amano, Hermano

2008-05-09T17:01:00.004-04:00

Via BlakeMakes.com and their Soopz network, this week I received three Amano Single Origin dark chocolate bars in the mail.

I heart dark chocolate, but I'm very demanding and more then a little snobbish about it. I am happy to report that Amano's bars made my heart flutter and my tastebuds dance with delight. All three are lovely, shiny looking bars with a strong snap. And talking about snap, each bar can be broken (or, using my preferred method of cutting with a serrated knife) into 15 squares, making sampling all three in one sitting an easy task.

The Ocumare (70% cacao - Venezuela) is the most typical of the bars. But when I say typical, I perhaps mean traditional tasting, as it stays truest to what you would expect in a dark chocolate. But, at the same time, it brings that flavour profile to a completely different level. Deep, and dark and peppery. This is a small bite bar, for sure - which just means that the savouring and tasting can go on for days.

The Cuyagua (70% cacao - Venezuela) is the newest, and limited edition, product in the Amano line-up. Though still possessing a lovely dark chocolate canvas, it layers on sweeter berry and tree-fruit flavours to an excellent effect.

The Madagascar (70% cacao - Madagascar) is my favourite, through and through. Biting into a square was revelatory, as the dark, deep chocolate was imbued with an excellent tart, tangy and citrus-y note. It also had a lovely, lighter feeling on the tongue then the more buttery feeling Ocumare.

Heart dark chocolate. Heart Amano. The end.

Al Gore and Granola - How Fortuitous

2008-05-04T20:17:00.006-04:00

I've recently returned from seeing Al Gore speak with my friend Julie. I love me some Al Gore. Here are 2 20 second .wav files for your listening pleasure. Unfortunately, you're going to have to download them, as Blogger doesn't support embedding audio.

http://www.mediafire.com/?ofmyd005nmy

http://www.mediafire.com/?mbg0wt9m2nk

Also, visit WeCanSolveIt.org. Al wants you to, sand so do I.

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Unrelated, I made granola from Heidi Swanson's book Super Natural Cooking. It rules.

If you'd like to try it on your own, Serious Eats has permission to post the recipe, and you can take a gander at it yourself. I used cranberries and mango as the fruit components.

Here's what it looks like before being thrown in the oven:

And when it came out:

Flat Columbus, Guitar Straps, Gore (Al), and Pottery Pictures

2008-04-27T17:18:00.006-04:00

Ah, Flat Columbus. So Columbus? She is flat. Very, very flat. I never really noticed until I started cycling it's streets.

This morning, my friend Andrea and I went out. It's nice to ride with someone else. Anyway, we went at a fairly easy pace and managed to lay down 33 km / 21 miles in 1.5 hours. It was excellently sunny, though chilly enough for me to require a t-shirt under a long sleeve shirt under a jacket. Because I am a pansy. Cycling up North High, we saw a few excellent things, including Just Pies (which will need a sit down and eat visit), and the revelation that Columbus demands flags - or so two flag stores (including The Flag Lady!) located within two blocks from each other led met to believe.

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Help me choose a guitar strap, please.

Blue/Green seatbelt:

Black with White Polar Bears seatbelt:

Black with Red Stars fabric and seatbelt, like this but, ah, black with red stars:

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Next Sunday, my friend Julie and I are going out to see the lovely Al Gore speak. As much as many of us wish that things had fallen differently in the US federal election o' 2000, I can't help but think that Gore has become a much more powerful figure of change then he would have been underneath the constraints of a federal government. As an aside, I will probably be forced to tell the Internet as a series of tubes joke that day. Sorry.

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I promised to post pictures of fired ceramics, didn't I? Never say I don't follow through.

Here is my favourite, though I do admit, it is in poor taste.

And the rest:

Whoops, I Bought a Guitar

2008-04-20T16:22:00.003-04:00

I held out, guitar-less, for a good six years.

I caved this afternoon.

My fingers hurt. And, goddamn, I have forgotten so much that I knew.

Being a smart lass, and knowing that I probably won't ever play out (unless, of course, you all want to start a band with me), I went with a super-hot looking, so not expensive Epiphone SG Special. I'll never get able to get away from the Gibson family, I reckon.

Look at my new sweet baby.

I tried acoustics before being led to the wall of electrics, and having her placed in my hands. The acoustics were too large to cuddle. And this one makes me want to hold on for dear life.

PS: If you're interested, my old guitar was a 1986 Gibson Les Paul Jr in Heritage Cherry.

Pottery, New Pornographers & Thomas Keller Oreos

2008-04-13T17:18:00.002-04:00

Tomorrow is my final pottery class. And though it was fun, I am glad - class after work makes for a long, long day. Anyway, last week I glazed the shit out of my pieces (including a cute mound of coiled poo), and I'm hoping that those suckers will be all a-fired and photo ready tomorrow night!

Is it sad or awesome that my first rockshow in Columbus (a) took so long to happen, and (b) was by a band that started kicking it out in Vancouver? Oh, New Pornographers, you were much fun, though I did wish, strong and hard, that your sound guy would have done something to actually make you sound as excellent as you are in that room.

This morning, I made Thomas Keller Oreos. Cocoa wafers sandwiching white chocolate and heavy cream centres. Freaking. Awesome. Here. tale a look:

A Week In Pictures

2008-04-06T19:25:00.007-04:00

Driving down N High St on Wednesday. "Avoid Hell Repent Trust Jesus Today". Indeed.

A new original piece by Terribly Odd to add to my collection of creepy kid artwork. "Poor sweet Dorothy Sutton, who's eyes were scratched out and replaced with buttons."

Made these Raw Vegan Brownies, and will be bringing them in to work tomorrow. I think they taste more like Tootsie Rolls, while my friend Venessa thinks they're similar to Li'l Debbie brownies.

And I just got back from the 2nd match of the season for the Ohio Roller Girls with Venessa, Andrea and Suzanne.

I Saw Sunlight On Saturday

2008-03-30T18:11:00.002-04:00

and it made me happy from the inside-out.

Sweet Baby Jesus, it's amazing what an afternoon spent in the sun can do to your head. Add on to that an excellent day spent shopping with a fun friend, and it's easy to believe that all is right with the world.

I made sure to store up a mess of that feeling inside, and my drunken-sunshine state carried me through most of today's greyness. But now I'm all out, and seem to be suffering from a sunlight hangover.

But talking about this afternoon, I spent some time out at roll:, getting some hands-on experience in changing flats, and adjusting gear and brake line tension. Believe it or not, in the past few years that I've been riding, I've never had a flat tire - I put it down to the fact that, excepting last year, all of my road cycling had been on a mountain bike, with tires that probably could've carried a monster truck down the street. Still, not an excuse for knowing-how-but-not-doing, so I'm glad I got to remedy it today.

PS: I am in full-on covet mode for a Mike and Chris bone-coloured light weight leather jacket that has no business being so expensive, or looking at me the way it does. And I will be actively avoiding stepping into Jinny's for the next couple of months, until leather jackets are too heavy to wear and it disappears.

This is How We Roll(:)

2008-03-23T15:49:00.003-04:00

When you move to a new city, you have to find replacements for things and places that were yours in your old home. Sometimes you're disappointed (see: Columbus grocery stores in general), and sometimes, the things and places you find far exceed what you're used to.

A few weeks ago, my friend Andrea was considering purchasing a bike from one of her friends. Being the pushy monkey that I am - and very much wanting her to buy a bike that would be just right for her, so she'd love it and never want to get out of the saddle - I was insistent that she get professionally fit to make sure that all that the frame had going on would be right for her body.

On suggestion from a co-worker, we made our way up to roll:. And the store? So damn excellent that I forgot to be annoyed by the colon. Store design aside, though it does, indeed, have an excellently cool look and layout, the place just felt good on stepping through the door. The people who work there are incredibly approachable and equally knowledgeable about bikes and the act of cycling. And, on top of that? It's the first bike shop that I've set foot in that has women on staff. That's right, more then one. And they ride, too.

So, last week when I saw spring starting to peak around the corner, I took my sweet baby in for a spring tune-up, and took advantage of their crazy laser body scanner to set up my bike to a bit more of an aggressive stance. And I can't wait for it to be warmer then 0C in the mornings so I can get out on the road.

Dear Spring, where are you?

Anyway, I'm looking at the body scan printout right now, and I feel like I could confidently take this information to a seamstress and get some excellent bespoke clothing made. Is it wrong that before Friday, I had no idea how wide my shoulders were, how long my arms were or the length of my inseam? Oh dear, this is somewhat dangerous information to have, indeed.

A Weekend Spent in the Kitchen

2008-03-16T11:11:00.005-04:00

Friday

Cinnamon Peanut Butter (my own recipe)
Green Garlic Oil (raw)

Saturday

Yogurt
Whole Wheat Flax Meal Tortillas (my own recipe)
Tomato Sauce (raw)
Jicama Ravioli with Tomato Sauce (raw - paper-thin jicama slices, marinated in Green Garlic Oil, wrapped around raw almond hummus, made last week and stored in the freezer, covered in tomato sauce)

Sunday

Mint Oreo Cookie Balls
Roasted Vegetables and Seitan (big ass pan of; seitan = homemade)

Yes, this entry was just so I could post pictures of the cookie balls. Whoops?

The 1.5 Week Old Birthday is Over, Injury Blogging Redux, and I Get Crafty Again

2008-03-08T11:38:00.003-05:00

So, a mess of things have happened since I last shouted at you. My latest 1.5 week birthday celebration ended with a visit from my parents! That was excellent, especially since in the whole of my life, I've only not ever celebrated the almost twin birthdays my mom and I share - me on the 23rd and she on the 25th - once in my life. And that was only because I was clear on the other side of the planet.

It was a weekend filled with talking and shopping and going out to eat. I kind of love that even though I live in another country, I'm still close enough to see my family and friends every couple of months. Current plans see me heading on back at the end of May for a weekend, and I can't wait - especially since, unlike the last time I was in town, it will be sunny and warm and messing about outside will be the call of the day!

In an If You Blog It, It Will Come moment, my parents brought with them a birthday present from my brother. A few weeks ago, I wrote about the excellence that is the Ball and Chain Kitschy Silhouette pendant collection. My brother, being excellent and generous, made sure that not only one of their TVs, but one of their MixMasters would be mine! And man, I can't tell you how delighted I was, and still am; there was both clapping and squealing when they were opened. And there still might be clapping and squealing going on every time I put them on.

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Long time readers my have noticed my lack of injury-blogging of late. Don't worry - I haven't smartened up any and started to pay attention to the world around me, I've just been avoiding detailing the latest traumas. But the current stupidity that I'm dealing with really needs a re-cap. First, the list of what I've accidentally done to myself since moving to Columbus:

October 2007: Trip while running down stairs. Sprain right ankle.
January 2008: Forget that ovens are hot when turned on. Burn right forearm badly enough to need to treat it with polysporin and cover with a bandage for a week.

And that brings you almost up-to-date.

Back at the start of 2005, before I started blogging over here, I fractured my right foot's fifth metatarsil (wanna read an account of the resultant robot foot and a trip to Calgary? Well, then, please do!). This has always rankled as I had just started running, and was enjoying adding on the solitary nature of exercising outdoors, and the different feeling I was getting from pushing my body in this new and excellent way.

I tried running in 2006 and could only get 20 minutes in before the area around the old fracture started to ache and I thought is smarter to stick to riding my bike outside, and the elliptical in the gym / recumbent bike at home. I tried again in 2007 and got up to two consecutive days of hour-long runs before the pain set in. Since I'm convinced that I would be an excellent runner, this pissed me all the hell off, and made me shake my fist at my foot in anger.

When I moved to Columbus, I became friends with Andrea, a runner who takes so much joy in it that she totally inspired me to try it again. With spring just around the corner, I felt it would be a good idea to get some indoor training in on the treadmill before hitting the pavement. I started up the first week of February. I was good for two weeks. And then the old injury pain, she set in again. And this time, she really hurt. Enough so that I began to overcompensate when walking, shift the weight off of that edge of my foot to the ball.

And guess what that resulted in? A strain between the 3rd and 4th toes, a 2-hour long wait in Urgent Care when the pain hadn't disappeared after 6 days, 3 x-rays to confirm that I hadn't developed a stress fracture, and a prescription for an anti-inflammatory.

It anti-inflammatory? A THING OF BRILLIANCE. Is it odd that I've never been on one before?

The Urgent Care facility? If there hadn't been people there, it would've been the kind of place that has a staring role on Celebrity Paranormal Project.

Here is where I spent the first 1.25 hours of my visit:

And here I am, all stare-y eyed, waiting in a the exam room to see the doctor for for an examination, prior to hobbling down desolate halls to the x-ray lab and back. Yes, that is a cast-bronze mouse pelvis around my neck.

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Almost three weeks ago, my friend Jen and I began ceramics classes! Hand-building, I may suck at you now, but you will become my bitch. Indeed, you will! Will post pictures of my lop-sided creations when they get all glazed and fired.

So, that's baout it. I'm off to pout about the state of Columbus snow removal.

Accosted by an Eyebrow Evangelist

2008-02-26T18:55:00.002-05:00

While in Chicago, my friend Lisa and I spent some excellent quality time shopping. We had stopped at Barneys to take a look at the shoes they had on offer, and while downtown, had thoughts to step into Sephora before heading out to a few excellent boutiques.

Now me, I was not blessed with eyebrows that anyone can do much of anything with. They're sparse, and I use a filler to make them look less anemic. In the past couple of weeks, my found myself running low on my usual product, and thought that I'd get a Sephora staff member to recommend something new. So I left the house that morning with bare brows, and turned to stare down the world. With my skinny, skinny bare naked brows.

While crossing through Barney's make-up section, a man who reminded me of Jonathan Antin, in all his pseudo-Euro-trashy glory, who had been applying make-up at the Nars counter, shouted at Lisa and I.

"Ladies! I'm free over here!"
"Oh, well, that's good for you", I replied.

He was insistent, "Let me do your eyes!"

I shrugged. And wandered over. He had a nice suit, and seemed passionate about setting something about my eyes that he thought was wrong, right. And, hell, I needed something for those shivering, naked eyebrows.

Turns out it was Claudio Riaz, who has been making the rounds of Barneys locations with his brush line.

Riaz' Instant Brow Brush + Nars powder eyeshadow = something magical.

Check it out - nekkid on the left, all Riaz-d up on the right.

This man gave me eyebrows for my birthday. That's not something to be taken lightly. As he turned his too-intense attention to Lisa, who was rightly horrified, as she has excellently defined brows, we scampered to the cash register, me with brush and shadow in-hand, leaving Claudio a little bit richer, and with the certainty that he had turned out a lovely pair of brows on to the world.

A Birthday Weekend in Chicago

2008-02-24T17:30:00.003-05:00

I am back from a wonderful weekend in Chicago, wherein I turned 34. I spent the weekend with my friends Lisa and Matt, and we had excellent meals, and experienced excellent shopping.

First, the meals.

Before the shopping began, Lisa and I had lunch at Karyn's, a raw food restaurant. I was delighted to find that it was just as good as NYC's Pure Food and Wine! We shared the following, and I very much wished that Karyn would put out a cook(construction?)book:

Appetizer:

Crimini Mushrooms stuffed with a Nut Pate and Topped with a Light Gravy

Mains:

Basil Scented Ravioli (wrapper made of jicama) with a Macademia Whipped CrËme Dressed with a Sun-Dried Tomato Puree
Taste the Riches of the Ocean with this Creamy Sea Wrap, Filled with Avocado, Crunchy Walnut Pate, Sweet Onion and Basil Wrapped in a Seaweed Crepe

That evening, Lisa, Matt and I went to Moto. We had the 5 course tasting, Matt and Een had the meat version, and I had the vegetarian. We had the same basic courses, with vegetarian proteins substituting the meats, and without meat ingredients in the purees, sauces and reductions.

Menu:

Edible menu was a very thin, crisp cookie printed with edible ink, accompanied by a slightly salted pear gelee an pear reduction .

Courses:

White truffle brulee with a white truffle biscuit (veg) / maple and bacon biscuit (meat)
Pan fried tofu (veg) / cod (meat) with soya miso puree and pan fried puffed rice
Crispy hash browns, hard boiled egg with spinach (both were perfect cubes) with a kind of beans I can't remember (veg) and thin slices of beef (meat)
Wee flourless chocolate and black tea cake, wee vanilla and lemon cake enrobed in gelee with raspberry
Coffee ice cream with a cup of warm almond biscotti flavoured creamy liquid. The ice cream was freeze-dried, and you dipped it in the cup of warm liquid biscotti

Although Moto definitely has that molecular gastronomy bent, the flavours on the plate would be in place with any other high end, more traditional restaurant that I've been to. Both Moto and Karyn's were absolutely amazing, and it's really hard to choose a favourite. Out of everything, though, I do think that the white truffle brulee was the champion of the day.

Between lunch and dinner, Lisa and I went to a number of shops. I took pictures of the cuteness that came home with me.

At Habit, I picked up this brass necklace.

At Renegade Handmade, I bought this Erica Weiner bronze necklace of a mouse pelvis:

And this mounted bunny head, by T&A:

Four Random Things.

2008-02-10T15:56:00.000-05:00

1. I've given up pretending that I don't live in PeeWee's Playhouse. Resultingly, here's the latest art installation that I threw up on the wall. It serves as an excellent faux-headboard.

Images taken from Bears by Kent Rogowski and Monkey Portraits by Jill Greenberg.

2. I am very much in love with Rob and Big.

Along with Meaty and Mini-Horse, I pretty much feel like they're the happiest, bestest family on TV.

3. I've decided that I want to learn about wine. Which means that I actually have to actively drink the stuff. While spending time with friends at the MoeJoe Lounge, I asked what kind of reds they had on offer. I didn't even let him get past saying, "We have a Napa Valley red called The Prisoner" before clapping with delight and asking for a glass. Because, really, I'm at that point where (a) a funny name or label in a (b) red is reason enough to order something. But, damn, I'm glad he suggested it, because it was really, really enjoyable. So much so that I tracked down and bought a couple of bottles for myself.

Me and wine. Who knew?

4. There are rumours going around as to my possible pixie-based heritage. I take the 5th on that.

Cake Balls are Go!

2008-02-03T09:55:00.000-05:00

See what I mean?

Last week, I stumbled across this post from Bakerella, and I knew I had to get in on that shit.

Let the photo essay begin.

1. Bake cake. And yes, for the first time in years, I made a cake from a box. PS: I now live in a place where Red Velvet Cake doesn't make people go, "Whaaaaaa?"

2. Crumble cake.

3. Add cream cheese frosting (from a can! And yet, I am not ashamed. It goes with the box cake?)

4. Smush it all together.

5. Form into balls (BALLS!) and chill.

6. Coat with white chocolate. Run out of white chocolate, and melt down the chocolate chips you have squirelled away in your pantry, just for emergencies like this. Coat remaining with regular chocolate. Let cool down and harden.

7. The end.

I think next time, I'll set up the balls (BALLS!) on a rack and poor the chocolate over, as rolling started to brush off crumbs from the balls (BALLS!) into the coating. Lesson. Learned.

It's That Time of Year When I Start Thinking About My Birthday

2008-01-27T17:54:00.000-05:00

Well, really, I started thinking about it even earlier this year, as I was trying to decide on just where exactly I wanted to be. For the past few years, it's been an easy decision - call up my friend Brad, and make reservations at a vegetarian-friendly, fancy-pants restaurant in Toronto, like Susur, or Perigee.

This year, I realized that I was in an interesting position that I've never been before. Hell, I'm living in a foreign land, which means that traveling to places that I've always wanted to try was all of a sudden a bargazillion times easier to do. Straight off the bat, visions of The French Laundry played through my head, for a while, until I realized that flying from the mid-west to the west coast was probably a task better taken when winter was a mere memory.

I decided that heading back to Chicago, a place I really do love so (and not just because of the head-sized vegetarian burritos, The Green Zebra, or Charlie Trotters) , wrangling Lisa and Matt into being my guess for dinner, and grabbing a table at Moto would be a most excellent course of action.

Yup, Moto. Molecular gastronomy? Don't mind if I do!

A week after making reservations for February 23, Chef Homaro Cantu appeared on Iron Chef America. And won. And made me even more delighted about my choice.

Seriously, now, Feb 23 cannot come soon enough.

It's a Wind-Based Winter

2008-01-26T16:09:00.000-05:00

This place that I now live in has made me happy with the negligible snowfall. It also allows me to laugh when a centimetre dusting of the stuff causes 2-hour school delays.

What I'm not so pleased with, however, is the bitter, bitter wind that seemingly decided to make this city its home. I swear, it carries a switchblade, and uses it to cut to the bone every time I take a step outside. So painful is it that I've stopped caring about looking anything close to resembling pleasant to the eyes, and have taken to wearing ugly, Thinsulate-lined Sorels on my feet, over top of two pairs of socks, and densely-knit wool mittens over a pair of cashmere lined leather gloves.

But, you know, I think not having an ever-present blanket of snow on the ground makes the pain worthwhile.

That's an Extreme Mango

2008-01-20T16:39:00.000-05:00

Since these suckers both look and taste like every other mango that has made its way into my gullet, and lack any kind of mutant aspects, like an arm or eyeball emerging from its stone, I think they're trying to market to the athletic market.

Dude!

Ball and Chain

2008-01-20T12:41:00.000-05:00

Oh, man, do these pendents by Ball and Chain make me happy? They sure do.

I am a Horse's Ass

2008-01-16T19:33:00.001-05:00

From the Maurizio Cattelan exhibition at Kunsthaus Bregenz in Austria.

Cutest. Phone. Ever. Also, Reality TV Freakout

2008-01-14T18:20:00.000-05:00

I finally got a mobile phone. Take a look at the Sidekick Slide and coo with me.

I DVRd some truly horrific reality TV overnight.

Rock of Love II, I love your for your drunken whorishness. Don't you ever go changing.
I also got to indulge my fascination with competitive eating with 2002's Glutton Bowl. I'm watching the hard boiled egg competition RIGHT NOW. I am about to puke, and also delighted. I am complex that way.
American Gladiators: The Next Generation? The only way you could be better is if Wesley Crusher was one of your competitors. I wonder whatever happened to the original gladiators. I am envisioning a beer paunch on Nitro, and it isn't pretty.
Don't even get me started on my love for Celebrity Rehab and Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant. Just don't.

Shame? I have none. But you knew that already.

Without a Dope Beat to Step To

2008-01-13T11:14:00.001-05:00

I really shouldn't have left you all like that. Being busy really isn't an excuse, I know, but I return with pictures?

Last night, I hosted an Ice Cream Social - which, really, was like a 5-year-old's birthday party, but with wine. And because I am one of those people, I took pictures of the spread before people started a-coming through the door.

Here's the run-down...

Made by me: vanilla cupcakes, chocolate cupcakes, ganache, vanilla butter cream, chocolate chip cheesecake cupcakes, toasted coconut.

Bought: two types of candy sprinkles, three types of Kashi party cookies, vegetable tray, and the start of the cheese section of the table.

A close up of the chocolate chip cheesecake cupcakes.

Again with the crackers and the veg tray. The cheeses on the board: Drunken Goat, Manchego, White Cheddar. And on the plate: St. Andre and Wensleydale with Cranberry.

Behind: homemade raspberry sauce.

Behind the ice creams are pistachios and graham cracker pieces.

A close up of the ice creams. I made these as well. In the back: Cheesecake. Front left: Roasted Banana. Front Right: Chocolate Cinnamon Cayenne.

Missing from the photos: excellent cupcakes Andrea brought from Bakery Gingham.

Amy Mo took this photo of the wines, just as they began to multiply like rabbits. I started out with 6 bottles on hand. Four went out in the recycling this morning, but I now have 10 sitting on one of my selves? How does that happen?

Also welcomed into my house is an excellent candle from the much beloved Paul Robinette, a super sweet pizza wheel (do I see a pizza party in the future? Why, yes I do!), and a beautiful print by Camilla Engman.

The people I know are amazingly generous. Yes, with the gifts they brought with them, but even more so for their company and friendship. I am getting maudlin. So I will stop now.

Year End Round Up

2007-12-31T11:36:00.000-05:00

Just like every year on this date, I take a look back at the postings I've made and sum it up for you. Want to play along? Here are the instructions:

Take the first sentence (or 2) from the first post of each month of 2006. That's your year in review.

Yes, I know, we're two days in already, but better late then never with the good wishes to all, no?

My friend Dani

And, goddamnit, it is a revelation, and has transported my understanding of chocolate to a place where I'll never willingly come back from.

Because my car is having more wiper mechanism problems.

I am compiling a list.

One of my dearest, funniest obsessions are robots.

A few months back, I talked about why I blog. Now, I want to know: why do you read me?

Sterling Silver Jess Necklace by Figs & Ginger. Swiss Dot Swing Dress by Alice + Olivia, inner shell silk, outer dress silk/cotton.

I'm just so focused on getting my act together with the up-coming move to Columbus, I feel like that's all I've been doing, and all I've been thinking, and all I've got to tell you. And that's already tired, I'm sure.

From Grateful Plate

Except it's more like furnished corporate apartment, and not hotel, but I am still very happy about it.

That's right, this weekend I finally got my ass down the the BMV, and sat through a written (if written means computer touch-screen) test, wherein I had to answer questions about farm machinery on highways.

Happy New Year, everyone.

A Movie Confession

2007-12-29T16:16:00.000-05:00

I think Johnny Dangerously is a really, really good movie.

It's an Ice Cream Social

2007-12-28T15:11:00.001-05:00

In the New Year, I'm going to be hosting my first ever Columbus get together. I figured that since the furniture is now in my new apartment that I should have people over to come and sit on it. But not in a Happy Days way.

No, this isn't the first time that The Fonz has made an appearance on It's a Monkey. And it probably won't be the last.

But back to the Ice Cream Social That's right, instead of hoisting homemade ice cream on unsuspecting co-workers in the office, I'm having people over with the express purpose of getting their sugar on.

Because ice cream, though easy to make, takes a time - for every batch, you need at least 24 hours for the base to chill (and sometimes more for flavours to infuse) before tossing it in the ice cream maker, I decided to start a couple weeks early and get those suckers out of the way.

Currently sitting in my freezer is a container of Cream Cheese Ice Cream that I turned this morning. Tomorrow will see a completed batch of Roasted Banana Ice Cream made from the base currently sitting in my fridge, chilling like, ah, The Fonz. And tomorrow will be Chocolate Cinnamon Cayenne's turn.

Accompanying the frozen will be a mess of cupcakes that I'll be busting out of the oven the day of the social - a deep, rich chocolate, a lovely vanilla, and, one of my favourites, a chocolate chip cheesecake filling plopped in the middle of a chocolate cake base. I'm also planning on offering a beaten chocolate ganache and a vanilla buttercream as icings.

And because not everyone can deal with all sugar all the time, I'm also putting out a cheeseplate. I'm thinking maybe Manchego, Wensleydale with Cranberry and Saint Andre. And possibly something else. Any requests? Because, apparently, that's all dairy all the time. And, unless anyone has any other suggestions, the cheese will be accompanied by Kashi TLC Party Crackers. Because those crackers? They're a PARTY.

Also, there will be wine - a selection of reds and whites.

Wine and desserts and cheese. Really, what could be better?

In Which I Almost Puke, Make Out Like a Bandit, and Show You Cheap, But Awesome, Art

2007-12-27T15:04:00.000-05:00

1. Almost Puking

On Sunday, I flew on back to Canada for the holidays. Flights between Columbus and Toronto are handled by wee little planes that, when bursting at the seams, seat, perhaps, 40 people. Sunday was a windy, windy day, and for the first time ever, I saw merit in including a barf bag in the backs of airplane seats. There's nothing worse then that heaving stomach and sweaty hot flash that accompanies the urge to puke.

The puke urge, however, was defeated, and shook an angry fist at me while I laughed at its anger as it was banished from my body.

Then I landed in Toronto. There was snow on the ground. That almost made me puke again.

2. Making Out Like a Bandit

My family gets all crazy-like with the gift giving. Crazy-like, I say. Because on top of all of the awesomeness of seeing my parents and my brother, and the thoughtful things they all did for me, I ended up taking home a completely surprise gift.

Ever wanted a GPS that could speak to you in the voice of Mr T?

I did. AND GUESS WHAT I HAVE NOW! And while I still have to get my ass in gear and download Mr T (download Mr T!), I am delighted with the mere prospect.

And because I love my brother, I now planning on sending him on quarterly "buying" visits to LuluLemon. Don't say I never do anything for you, mister.

3. Showing You Cheap Art

Well, not cheap, but an inexpensive way to get some art on your walls, sucka.

I adore Trish Grantham's work - really, I do. Read this old post, and you'll see!

Recently, she and her partner formed a company to produce products, in small runs, from excellent artists. The first couple of items on offer are postcards and notecards bearing Grantham's work.

So I gots me a set of postcards. And a frame. And mixed them together and threw it on my wall.

Regard:

Deerhead in a Box

2007-12-21T17:25:00.000-05:00

Oh dear, this arrived at my house yesterday!

The best thing about receiving this gift? The fact that my friend Lisa, the brilliant mind behind this lovely thing, purchased it just before I confessed my obsession with faux-mounted deer heads.

!!!

I am still delighted.

Snow Turns to Rain, and Going to the Doctor is Like Shopping

2007-12-16T12:32:00.000-05:00

In the shiny, hopeful start of winter in Columbus, a gentle snow might fall. Snow flakes that are huge and light and delicate might fall, languidly from the sky, and they might just pile up on top of each other.

Things look lovely. Columbus residents freak the fuck out and drive like they've been caught out in a flash blizzard. And then the rain starts, and the snow disappears.

I find that turn from snow to rain immensely satisfying. Especially when I hear about the mountain of wet, heavy snow that is currently piling up in Toronto, Chicago and Boston.

Completely unrelated to the weather, I had my first US doctors appointment last week. And I swear, anything that you pay for and lets you leave with samples to try out is shopping, goddamnit!

Oh, my bookcases arrived! Once I put them in place, I remembered that the only books that I had brought with me were my cookbooks, and that my mass o' tomes are currently living in boxes in my brother's basement. Whoops? At least they'll have a place to sit when I do bring them down!

The Illness is Antlers

2007-12-09T15:49:00.000-05:00

I have problems. My current, most pressing deal is an obsession with faux dead animal heads, all an-antlered-up.

What? you say? I am longing, with all of the passion in my heart, for pieces like these to hang on my walls. And possibly hang things from.

Erich Ginder's Ghost Antler Coat Rack:

Pols Potten's Rack Deer Park:

Big Game's Moose and Deer Heads:

Roost's Carved Wood Trophy Heads:

I sometimes despair that I will never live in a grown-up home, Pee-Wee's Playhouse, yes, all elegant and classic, not so much.

Unrelated, last night I had to talk so loudly at the corporate holiday party I went to that I sounded all Kathleen Turner at the end of the night. And not Ms. Turner when she sounded someone sexy, but Turner as an emphasemea patient.

Hey, There, Pull Up a Chair

2007-12-06T18:47:00.000-05:00

Only the bookcases still have to arrive!

Pillow suggestions are needed, so here's a close-up of the fabric:

I broke down and bought a holiday tree. Except it's more rosemary plant then tree, but far too cute to resist.

What Happens When You Order an Ugly But Crazy Warm Pair of Winter Boots?

2007-12-05T18:27:00.000-05:00

Ones that are waterproof even? And on crazy sale?

It snows like a son of a bitch the day before they're scheduled to arrive, that's what.

I take the blame for the snow fall.

I take the blame for purchasing super ugly boots. But the Sorels? They will keep feet toasty. And my cute shoes, which will be accompanying me in a cute little bag, will remain water and salt stain free.

I realized that I was an adult when I started the ugly practical shoes and boots on feet when necessary / switched out for cuteness once I arrived at my desk thing started happening in my life. Mortgage, what? Not even close. Shoe swap all the way.

I Gots Me a License, And I'm Not Afraid to Use It!

2007-12-04T12:25:00.000-05:00

That's right, this weekend I finally got my ass down the the BMV, and sat through a written (if written means computer touch-screen) test, wherein I had to answer questions about farm machinery on highways.

Then, this morning, I went and passed a maneuverability and road test. Don't I look cute?

Also, ALSO, my parents came down to visit this weekend! It pretty much ruled, as I think they finally believe that I won't be killed to death on the cold streets of Columbus. There was much shopping and walking and, dare I admit, hugging going on. Add on to that a community fun run where I tried to spot Michael Scott while attempting to find a way thought closed downtown streets to my parents hotel, and it was an excellent weekend.

Circuit City, Here's Why I Won't Be Your Customer

2007-11-25T16:25:00.000-05:00

Just in case you were wondering. But from my experience with you over the past two weeks, I'm thinking you probably don't care.

See, on November 11, I ordered something from your website. It was an item that was being replaced by a new model, and, as such, was on sale. I was happy. I paid for 3-day shipping. And when November 16 rolled around and my hands were still empty, I went into my account summary and order history on your website to see just what could have happened. And the tracking number associated with my order? Turns out it wasn't valid in the FedEx system. Curious! My next step was to phone your Customer Service line.

Problem 1: Your customer service line is only manned between 9 AM - 7PM, Monday - Friday. Because, apparently, even though I used your website to order and pay for a product, the Internet, and the demands for 24 hour support, doesn't exist in your world!

The CSR I spoke to, while pleasant, directed me to call FedEx. And then call back to tell you what they had to say.

Problem 2: What? Seriously now.

So I called FedEx. Who reiterated the fact that the tracking number you gave me wasn't valid in their system. And that my address wasn't even a destination for any package that they currently had possession of.

Excellent.

So I call you Customer Support line. And while I'm issued a case number, I'm then told that Circuit City policies prevent anyone from doing anything about my undelivered, paid for product for 2 business days. And that I would have to call back to follow up. And that Circuit City has reserved the right to not actually do anything at all about the matter - issuing a replacement, or a refund - for 15 business days after that.

Problem 3: Circuit City policies? Chap my ass like nothing else. Also, again with the business days.

Problem 4: I'm doing way too much work here for something that is obviously not of my control, and has nothing to do with my part of the transaction.

On November 20 - don't forget that weekends don't count as business days! - I call back. And am told that I'd have to talk to Customer Service at head office. When I'm transfered over, the CSR I talk to tells me that a member of the Special Team (Special!) would have to investigate the case, and that they would call me within 48 - 72 BUSINESS HOURS. And hey, US Thanksgiving is on Nov 22! And guess who does business on Thanksgiving day. No one, that's who.

Problem 5: What about my part of the transaction is there to investigate? I am at a complete loss.

48 business hours passes, and I hear from no one, so I call head office Customer Support, again, on November 23.

Guess what? I've been assigned a case worker! Who will contact me within 24-72 business hours.

I swear to God, I feel the urge to punch throats.

Apparently, my case worker holds office hours on Saturday, because late afternoon of November 24, I receive a phone call.

Guess what, now! No, seriously, guess.

The item I bought? NOW OUT OF STOCK, and, remember, as it's being phased out by the manufacturer, won't ever, ever be in stock again. And my refund? Will be issued in 5 - 7 business days. BUSINESS DAYS.

Blood boiling. And a "Jesus Fucking Christ" may have popped out of my mouth.

Problem 6: Customer Service didn't even offer to send me the replacement model at a discount.

My solution? Jump in the car, drive to Best Buy, and purchase the new, replacement model. Which, at this point in time, I feel I should have done in the first place. Because the possibility of saving $100 pales in comparison to the hoops you made me jump through due to utter incompetence on your part.

And that is why I will never give you any of my money again.

PS: For My American Friends

2007-11-22T15:15:00.000-05:00

As excellent as the new season of Project Runway USA is, you HAVE to get on the Project Runway Canada train, via YouTube. Because that? That is really, really good shit. The show itself is better then some seasons of PRUSA, and the contestant blogging? Oh, dear, so excellent.

I wish for Carlie and Lucian to design my entire wardrobe. And to have a lifestyle in which to wear such beautiful things.

Let Us Talk of Savvy Circle

2007-11-22T14:52:00.000-05:00

I like things. That ain't no surprise, right? I'm now living in a country with a really great e-commerce landscape. Oh, heavenly - there's nothing better then not having to deal with the craziness that is physical shopping areas during the holiday season.

Now, while I have no objection to paying full price on items that I want, I'm still a fan of that thing called "the sale". And now there's a website that will keep track of things that I'd like to buy, once they go on sale, so I don't have to remember to come back and look at a a certain item on a certain website just to see if, possibly, the price has dropped.

SavvyCircle.com is such an excellent idea, I wish it had been mine. You register at the site, download their plugin to your browser, and when you look around on any of the sites that they support and see something you'd like to keep track of, you click the little SavvyCircle button that now lives at the top of your browser. That items is then placed on your personal shopping list at SavvyCircle, and the instant it goes on sale, you receive an email telling you just that.

And that's how I ended up ordering these two dresses from Anthropologie, both priced at 50% their original price.

The Cut Rush Dress, by Velvet

And the Busy Day Dress by Splendid

An interesting note: US Debit Cards are backed by credit card companies! And you can use them just like credit cards, in person and on websites that offer online shopping. Cash is still directly debited from your account, but for someone starting out in a new country, where a credit rating is completely non-existent, and getting a credit card can be a many month process, this is a revelation and a godsend. Because in Canada, debit cards are bank-supported only, and you can't really shop online with those suckers.

Also, I would kill to find out who made the decision to build the Anthro site in Flash. Because sharing pictures of what you've bought by image linking? IMPOSSIBLE. And like any good member of an Online Social Community, I'm all about the sharing. Which, in turn, will generally drive traffic back to the place where I purchase things. I'm just saying, Team Anthro.

Alright, Pictures, Finally

2007-11-17T15:35:00.000-05:00

I'm still waiting on the armchair and bookshelves to arrive, but the couch is here, and I couldn't resist putting up the art!

Here's one side of my living room:

And the other:

See those two little pieces beside the door? I got those today at Tiny Canary, an indie design market going on in-town this weekend. They're by Mark Traughber, who's work I've been wanting to snap up for a while. I was stoked when I read that he'd be in town! I feel like I'll need to buy one of his bigger pieces in the near future, because check out how awesome these are! Art Crush to the Extreme.

A Reality Crotchular Post

2007-11-14T18:02:00.000-05:00

The Reality (TV): for the first time ever, tonight, I will be watching Project Runway at the same time as my US friends! ALL HAIL LIVING IN THE USA.

The Reality (life): my parents are coming to visit at the end of the month, and I've asked them to bring sad things like All Bran Bran Flakes, and jars of my favourite jam with them. Because the things here taste completely different, and I am all about satisfying my taste buds. PS: I'm looking forward to seeing them, foodstuffs or not.

The Crotchular: or lack thereof. I found a solution that will let me wear dresses in the winter that doesn't involve tights with crotchular areas that live around the knees! Years ago, I figured out that if I needed to wear hosery, the only way I could do it was to wear thigh-highs. And you know what? I recently found a place called Sock Dreams that sells thigh-high tights! So I bought a couple pairs, and they're truly, truly excellent.

OH MAN. All of a Sudden, I am 16 Again.

2007-11-11T16:49:00.000-05:00

Yesterday morning, I went to the BMV to register my car, get plates and get my ass an Ohio driver's license.

Prior to even crossing the border, I had emailed the BMV to find out what I'd need to do to, well, do all of the above. I showed up, all my documents in hand. I had a title created and registered my car. I got new license plates. And I was blindsided when I was told that I would have to (a) sit a written test, and (b) take part in a road test, in order to get a license.

Written test. Road test. Hahaha - ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Gar.

Now, none of the three people that I talked to at the BMV mentioned any kind of testing whatsoever. Hence the suprise. And hence the need to study Ohio driving laws. And hence the banging of my head against my desk.

To alleviate the frustration, I went furniture shopping this morning.

This couch will arrive at my place this week:

Dove-gray microsuede!

This armchair and two bookcases had to be special ordered.

The armchair is going to be upholstered in a great dark-background circular patterned covering that will tie in the gray with the current white couch that I have in my place. The bookcases are black stained wood, to go with the rest of my wood pieces. Unfortunately, they'll take 6-8 weeks to arrive, but will be work the wait, I think.

The People. They Choose. And Then Watch. And, Wait, What?

2007-11-09T09:58:00.000-05:00

Really, though, the People's Choice Awards have announced the nominees for their January 2008 show, and they're asking you (yes, you) to vote. And when you do, if you register with the site, the widgets will rain upon you! Voting without registering is fine and dandy too, but the widgets? They will not be yours.

That is, if the site gets the widgets to render properly on-page. But I'll leave 'em up and see what happens.

Check it:

Also, I know, moving = pictures, and I promise, once things are put away from the piles they're currently living in around the apartment. And more furniture is purchase and brought in.

The end.

My Name is Melissa Grant

2007-11-05T19:35:00.001-05:00

Well, no, it's not, but that's what my new car insurance company wanted everyone to believe before I caught it and had them change it.

Or, perhaps it is, and I have a secret, Sydney Bristow-like life. Over which I will have to track down and do away with all of you who just read about it. Sorry about that.

Confidential to Collin: Boston with no side-trip? You stink. Also, there's a other side of the camera reality show from ANTM's producers that started here on Sunday called The Shot. Suck on that!

An End to Hotel Living!

2007-11-04T10:43:00.000-05:00

Except it's more like furnished corporate apartment, and not hotel, but I am still very happy about it.

Looks like my things will arrive from Canada this week! And I get to move into my new place! And use exclamation points with wild abandon!

Seriously, though, the thought of sleeping in my own bed is making me flap my arms like a goon. Add to that having all of my kitchen machines back in my possession, and a DVR hooked up to digital cable service, and my head begins to nearly spin with glee.

Which is a good thing, as heading down to the DMV once I'm in possession of a permanent address is the next thing on the schedule.

Oh Santa Barbara, How I Miss You

2007-10-27T12:27:00.000-04:00

Although all 7 minutes are completely worth watching, the money shot of Mary being killed by the giant letter C on top of the Capwell Hotel comes along at the 6:40 mark.

I have a long, storied history of loving so-bad-its-good TV. Eden + Cruz 4Eva.

Maryanne, I love you for sending this to me!

Ethiopian Cuisine is So a Go

2007-10-19T19:53:00.000-04:00

Last night, my friend Amy and I went to an Ethiopian place called The Blue Nile. It was a first-time-trying food night for both of us, and it freaking ruled.

Similar to Indian, but a hell of a lot more fun - the dishes are served communal-style from a single platter called a mosseb. The mosseb is covered by a large, round sheet of tangy, crepe-like bread called injera, and each item that you ordered is placed on top of that, with a scoop of buttermilk curd placed in the middle as kind of a palate cleanser, to cut through the spiciness. You use the injera, either the one on the mosseb (which is lovely and awesome, and flavoured by the dishes on top) or the one that comes on a separate place, to eat each dish, tearing off a piece to scoop up what you want to eat.

So delicious, I can't wait to go back.

I had the vegetarian combo, which let me sample five different dishes. Excellent. I like trying a mess of things when I try a new type of cuisine. So this is what I tried:

Gomen - collard green sauteed with onions and peppers - my favourite thing of all
Mesir wat - split lentil cooked with berbere (spicy red pepper sauce) and garlic
Tikil gomen - cabbage cooked with onions and peppers - my close second favourite
Shiro - spiced and milled chick peas cooked with onions
Debinja - eggplant cooked with tomato, onion, perfectly spiced

I wish I had made an effort to try this all before, at the one, lone Ethiopian place in Toronto. And by that, I mean to shame Collin into finally giving in to his friends and going. Because, dude, you will freaking love it.

In Which I Get Stuck In An Elevator

2007-10-17T18:13:00.000-04:00

So, I have a bit of a pulled muscle in my right foot (and that's all I'm going to say about that, as I have vowed to myself not to injury-blog anymore) and I've been using the office's elevator to get up to my desk on the fourth floor in the mornings. Of course, since it's easier on the foot to walk down four flights, I've still been trampling down the stairs, but going up? Going up is motorized, for the moment.

Well, it was motorized. Until this morning.

Getting to work, I stepped into the elevator with two co-workers. We hit the 3rd and 4th floor buttons. The elevator doors closed. And the elevator promptly took us to the basement.

And wouldn't open its doors.

Pressing other floor buttons did nothing.

Pressing the door open button was ignored.

You know that alarm button? It sounds a bell IN the elevator, and, I fear, no where else.

I spotted the elevator phone box, and we made a call to the elevator company. The man on the other end couldn't tell us when someone would be there to let us out.

I looked at the doors. I thought about all the TV shows and movies I've seen. I thought about the fact that we had come to a landing on the bottom level of the elevator shaft. I said, "I wonder if we can pry open the doors".

I took ahold of one half of the pair, and one of the other women took ahold of the other, and pry it apart we did, allowing us all to tumble into the hallway.

And walk up five flights to begin the work day.

A Furious Update

2007-10-15T19:33:00.000-04:00

I am still shaking my fist at Slice. But I am filled with love for a YouTube contributor. Miss Royal T, who previously has contributed non-North American English speaking Top Models for YouTube viewing put out a call for a Project Runway Canada torrent.

Being the good librarian that I am, I found a mess of them and passed them on to her.

And she began posting the series - 1st episode went up this morning - to the site.

I heart Miss Royal T. And I heart Project Runway Canada. Though I do very much hope that Iman starts to loosen up and speak more like a host and less like a stunning, stunning robot.

This is an image that pops up when you Google Iman Robot. How appropriate!

Things in Columbus That I Love

2007-10-13T13:16:00.000-04:00

Wandering around the Short North. Wee independent boutiques and galleries and restaurants.

Dragonfly Neo V Cuisine. Vegan cuisine that is the complete opposite of crunchy granola. Excellent. Last night's meal consisted of a miso glazed eggplant amuse, and shared dishes of sundried tomato risotto and matsutake on asparagus and mashed potatoes.

Rosendale's as a place to meet and sip wine. The room has a great feel to it. I wish to one day try their kitchen out.

V Power Yoga is a super fast paced workout, and I love, love, love it. Petro-Canada kids? Excellent, excellent, excellent choice.

On schedule next week: Blue Nile.

Random and odd thing that I very much miss: Pressed cottage cheese. But I found myself a recipe for making farmer's cheese, a close cousin that itself is difficult to find in-store, so once I get into a kitchen of my own, I'll be trying it out and reporting the results. Kitchen experiment!

Fury - Slice.ca

2007-10-10T02:49:00.000-04:00

One TV thing that I'm very, very, very sad to not be able to see, due to the relocation, is Project Runway Canada.

Imagine my delight when I went to the Slice.ca site this morning, following last night's debut of the show, to see that they are going to offer full episodes for viewing on their site!

Imagine my fury when I found out that using a non-Canadian ISP results in this:

Access to information on the web removes geographical boundaries. If there are concerns about legalities or worries about selling the show into other markets, don't offer rich content online. Because this? This makes me angry with the network, makes me turn to user generated video content sites, which does nothing for the channel's business model, and makes me consider if I'd ever have a relationship with the channel should I move back to Canada.

And then I blog about it. And send a complaint directly to the network.

Things Are Starting to Feel More Real

2007-10-07T13:46:00.000-04:00

And more permanent. Yesterday, lead around by a relocation specialist, I toured a few apartments. And found myself a place to live.

Being a renter again feels weird. Really, really weird. But it's nice to know that in a month, I'll be in a place of my own choosing. On November 7, I'll be in a place that will give me all this:

A 889 square foot, one bedroom apartment
A washer and dryer located in suite, as well as all kitchen appliances, including a dishwasher and above range microwave
A dressing area and walk-in closet
A five minute drive to work from a building located in the Brewery District, just on the edge of downtown.
A covered parking space, which is hard to come by in Columbus, strangely enough
A common area with a fitness centre that is so well equipped that I don't feel the need to join an outside gym. With a studio for yoga classes. And the ability to book personal trainers who work on contract through the space. And a pool.
Located near the biggest Kroger in the downtown area, with a great organic and health food section. I was there this afternoon. And it's bigger even then the supermarkets I'm used to from suburbia.
An internal entrance from the building hallway, and an external, private entrance with a stoop!

Oh, November 7, I can't wait for you to arrive. And not just because it means that I get to have my own DVR again. But that makes me happy too.

Work is busy. Busy, and full of meetings, but oh, so good. The people are smart and funny and passionate and inspiring to be around. And I'm very, very glad to be there. The weather has been mid-July amazing, and I am missing the bike that I though I wouldn't need to have with me until the spring of the new year!

Confidential to the Petro-Canada crowd, I'll be making use of your awesome yoga-inspired gift next weekend, once my klutz-ass foot stops with the strained muscle. I seriously, seriously can't wait. Especially to let Julie know of Collin's mad-crush. And Jay, the nano is my lovely best friend.

Happy Thanksgiving, you Canadians, you.

This One's for Collin

2007-10-03T20:43:00.001-04:00

From Grateful Plate

Also, to everyone, sorry for not updating more. Crazy-busy, good-busy, I am. Promise to post more words on the weekend!

24 Hours in Columbus

2007-09-30T14:25:00.000-04:00

Yup, that's how long I've been here. Surprise! No dying on the way here. Which makes me happy. PS: My brother? My current favourite person ever.

This afternoon, I took a little wander around the neighbourhood. Wanna see what outside looks like?

Here's where I'm staying temporarily:

Across this bridge...

Is my office building:

It takes less then a minute to walk from one to the other.

There is such a thing as being too close to work.

However, there's no such thing as being too close to the North Market.

I also wandered into the Short North, and picked up a Chocolate candle from Paul Robinett. But didn't take pictures. Because I become shy with the camera in crowded conditions.

In Which I...

2007-09-28T15:40:00.000-04:00

Contemplate being debt-free...

It's liberating, it is. I'm the kind of girl who always, without fail, pays off the complete balance on any bill the day she receives it. I hate being beholden. Last year, I paid my car off. Student loan payments? Over and done with. And yesterday, my condo closed, leaving me without mortgage, and with a fist full of cash that I am trying very, very hard not to spend.

Debt-free = excellent.

Wonder at the lengths parents will go to in order to get back home...

For the past two weeks, my parents have been vacationing in Italy. I got back from the gym this morning to a voicemail from my mom, and an email from my dad. Long story short, their Rome-London flight had been canceled, causing them to miss their London-Toronto jaunt. They were rebooked, but were told that they wouldn't arrive back in Canada until Saturday at 6PM. Which meant that I wouldn't be able to see them before relocating to Columbus.

A couple of hours ago, I was able to talk to my parents on the phone. My mom cried at the Air Canada ticket counter at Heathrow. And Air Canada was able to find them space on a flight coming in at 10:40 PM tonight. My mom is a champion.

I'll get to see my mom and dad, and hug them both goodbye, before I leave the country myself. I wouldn't admit how important that was to me to myself until I heard that they'd be able to make it home today. Because when they told me they'd be coming in before I left? It difficult to hold back the tears of relief. Also, they got me loot in the form of a leather purse. Which is also very, very important.

Think about how awesome my big brother is...

He just is. You should marry him. That is all.

I tell you my traveling plans...

Car leaves here at 6AM tomorrow morning. Hoping to arrive in Columbus in the early afternoon.

Until then, kids.

I Am a Bandit

2007-09-25T16:37:00.000-04:00

Or, at least I make out like one.

And by make out, I mean run away from people that I love, gifts from them in hand.

Today was my final day at work. For those that have been wondering, for the past five years, I've had the joy - and I seriously mean that - of working on the E-Business team at Petro-Canada as Senior Coordinator, Interaction Strategy and Design. Yes, it was my plan to have the longest title in the department. It's the little (long?) things, you know?

Thinking back, I really can't believe that it's been five years. Or that I really had the opportunity to work with such amazing, smart and funny people.

I found myself on the verge of blubbering like a two year old a few times today. But, like a Buckingham Palace Guard, I managed to keep my composure. And I wasn't even wearing a silly hat. But it was hard. Very, very hard. At times, I wished I had the silly hat to hide behind.

Guys, I know you're reading this, and I know I've already said it to your faces, but I really do mean it. I'll miss you. You're all talented, beautiful people. And I will hunt you down and kill you all if you don't keep in touch.

TOO MANY DECISIONS

2007-09-24T16:25:00.000-04:00

Regarding television shows, of course.

This week is absolutely lousy with the new and returning series. And as I'll be crashing out at my parents' place from Wednesday to Friday, and they have no DVR (NO DVR), I'm actually faced with the decision - even with their satellite provider's time shifting option - of which shows to watch, and which to...to...to...not.

GAH.

And so, I give up on Life so I can see Dirty Sexy Money. I give up on Private Practice so I can watch Bionic Woman. I give up on My Name is Earl and Survivor China so I can watch Ugly Betty. My favourites from seasons past are safe, so far.

This concerns me too much, I know. And the next month should be good for me, I know that too. But I can't wait until I set up my own cable account and get my ass all DVRd-up again.

Confidential to Kate: You must find a way to get me Project Runway Canada!

And It Echos

2007-09-22T16:10:00.000-04:00

In Which I Become all Legal-Like to Work in the USA

2007-09-20T12:24:00.000-04:00

Apologies for not paying as much attention as I usually do to you all. And by you all, I mean (a) this here blog that I tend to anthropomorphise, and (b) you lovely people that take the time to read it.

I've been all wrapped up in wrapping up things here, before heading down to the US next week.

One of those things saw me driving to the border to apply for work status this morning. And I'm really glad that I did, before the final crossing that I have planned. I had to wait a good hour before I saw an immigration agent before getting involved in a five minute application / payment / hand-over of TN Status card process.

Had I waited to apply until next Saturday, I couldn't even imagine how anxious that kind of wait would've made me.

Sometimes, there are benefits to being a planner.

I Watched a Couch Fly Through the Air

2007-09-17T14:44:00.000-04:00

And an armchair. And then another armchair.

When I bought my condo, I stole my parents' old family room set. The only way the overstuffed and unwieldy pieces could make it into my place was by having them hefted over the balcony and through the extra-wide patio door.

One thing that I didn't get around to this year was replacing that couch and those chairs. So, instead of moving them down to Columbus with me, I called up JustJunk.com and had them come in to take care of those suckers.

Reminiscent of MuchMusic's yearly Christmas Tree Toss, those babies flew through the air like nothing I've ever seen before. And the 12-year-old boy that lives inside my brain shouted with glee.

My place looks so empty, and is almost all packed up.

It almost doesn't feel like my home any more.

I guess that's a good thing.

Baby Monkey + Grown Up Pigeon = Sweetest Family Ever

2007-09-13T19:37:00.001-04:00

From The Daily Mail:

The abandoned monkey who has found love with a pigeon

They're an odd couple in every sense but a monkey and a pigeon have become inseparable at an animal sanctuary in China.

The 12-week-old macaque - who was abandoned by his mother - was close to death when it was rescued on Neilingding Island, in Goangdong Province.

After being taken to an animal hospital his health began to improve but he seemed spiritless - until he developed a friendship with a white pigeon.

The blossoming relationship helped to revive the macaque who has developed a new lease of life, say staff at the sanctuary.

Now the unlikely duo are never far from each other's side, but they aren't the only ones to strike up an unusual friendship.

Earlier this year a pig adopted a tiger cub and raised him along with her piglets because his mother couldn't feed him.

And in 2005 a baby dear named Mi-Lu befriended lurcher Geoffrey at the Knowsley Animal Park in Merseyside after she was rejected by her mother.

Ha and Gah

2007-09-12T17:17:00.000-04:00

Ha!

This morning, I found an email from my current company in my Inbox. It congratulated me on my forthcoming 5 year anniversary, and invited me to select an award of recognition for the time that I've spent at the corporation. My last day there? September 28.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I had to pick up a dead bird from the walkway leading up to my front door and throw it (in a plastic bag in a plastic bag) into the trash this afternoon.

I Have How Many Pieces of Crap On My Walls?

2007-09-09T09:00:00.000-04:00

I swear to God, it took me more then 3 hours to wrap up and pack the things I had hanging on my walls - some my own art, but mostly things by other people.

3 hours! That's crazy. Especially since there were walls in here that I hadn't hung a single thing on. Okay, not many. But still. I have a problem.

I am going to have to practice much restraint when I arrive in Columbus. Renting = not much of an opportunity to hang a mess of things on the walls.

In Which I Tell You a Tale of Real Estate

2007-09-06T16:37:00.000-04:00

I've been hesitant to say anything for fear of jinxing the deal, but remember when I told you that you should by my condo? Well, you snooze, you loose.

My condo went on the market the evening of August 23. The morning of August 25th saw me weighing two offers, and deciding on one of them. Last week, I received signed waivers that the buyers were able to secure financing, and that the building inspection made them happy enough to not ask for anything to be fixed or funded.

Today? Today, the final condition was met, as their lawyer went over the condo's status certificate with them, and they signed off on the agreement as a whole.

Closing date: September 27
Date on crossing the border to make Columbus my new home: September 29

Sometimes, things really are just meant to be, I think.

I Don't Know What To Tell You

2007-09-02T15:58:00.000-04:00

I'm just so focused on getting my act together with the up-coming move to Columbus, I feel like that's all I've been doing, and all I've been thinking, and all I've got to tell you. And that's already tired, I'm sure.

So. Soooooo. Hey there. You're looking good.

Yeah, that's not gonna cut it. So here's a stuffed felt doughnut from Sewdorky instead. Enjoy.

A Perfect Couple

2007-08-30T17:13:00.000-04:00

Motorcyle Boots at the Beach + Broken Doll Eyes = Tru Luv 4Eva

God, I love The Hills.

The Best Thing About Moving Is the Decluttering

2007-08-29T13:38:00.000-04:00

For a while, there, I seemed to move every year or so, and it let me really get a handle on all of my stuff. It also helped me deal with my pack-rat tendencies, as seeing things spread out before you that you never had any intention of using again lent to ruthless chucking out and/or foisting on others who were near and dear.

You may already know that I'm a planner. And with a pending move date on the books, and yes, it is a full month away, I've already begun to sort through my things, and start to fill up trashbins and recycling containters in the garbage hut with massive amounts of "what the fuck was I thinking?" objects. Three years in a single place = amass a bunch o' crap. Hopefully, the sorting will be done by this weekend, and the packing can begin.

I think when I settle down again, I'm going to force myself to do a bi-annual purge. It just makes things so much easier in the long run.

Updates Will Be Even More Erratic Then Usual

2007-08-26T14:55:00.000-04:00

What with the plans with the move and all. Just a heads-up.

In Which I Spend $0.31

2007-08-24T12:12:00.000-04:00

Given my fondness for tracking things (the Dell computer construction process? Genius. Packages of lovely things shipped from there to here? Brilliance. My workouts? A part of my day), I can't believe I haven't purchased a heart rate monitor before yesterday.

Thankfully, a $100 gift card to Sportchek put an end to that. With an in-store 20% discount, total layout for the Polr F4: $0.31. Which, I think, just might be the best $0.31 that I have ever spent.

I've been thinking about wearing it to meetings that I know are going to be difficult. Because I am an ass.

I Have a Great Condo. You Should Buy It.

2007-08-22T16:31:00.000-04:00

I know, I've been pretty silent over the last couple of days. That's because I had something brewing that I needed to tell people in my offline world about first, before telling everyone else.

I was offered an excellent job. In Columbus, OH. And I'm taking it. My start date is October 1, and, holy crap, do I have things to do. In fact, I'm just awaiting the arrival of my real estate agent.

So, buy my place, please. It's your duty to make my life easier.

Oh, So Pretty

2007-08-18T17:32:00.000-04:00

Everyone likes a pretty picture, right? Well, the kids at Notcot.com have set up reader-contribution based sites based on amazing pictures of cool stuff. Each image links to the webpage where it lives. Check it:

Because We Covet

2007-08-16T16:45:00.000-04:00

A Photo Essay dedicated to Brent.

From Kara Janx' Fall 2007 Collection - the Tuxedo Dress

I am an enabler. SoyQuick's Soy Milk Maker.

The (International) Noise Conspiracy to play Toronto, again, right quick. Because, Brent, Capitalism Stole My Virginity.

Today Has Been A Good Day

2007-08-14T17:55:00.000-04:00

Former co-worker(s?) and always friends Kate and Rose are over from the west coast for a few days, and they're slaving away in my workspace.
And talking about former co-workers and still friends, June Li from ClickInsight also made sure to show her lovely face in our office space.
Current co-worker, currently on maternity leave, Lucy came in for the first time since starting her leave and introduced us to her new little man. He's an adorable flirt already.
PUFFERFISH HAS ARRIVED. Ellen from Bonspiel has an amazing talent. Review written and posted to ChickAdvisor.com.

I Fall In Love A Lot, I Know

2007-08-13T16:33:00.000-04:00

I am a fickle soul. Especially when it comes to coats.

I am also thinking about autumn and winter already. And this coat, by Gr.Dano.

But, really, can you blame me?

Bread Wrap Sandwich

2007-08-10T17:15:00.000-04:00

I don't often get confused by food. There are things that I don't like, and there are things that I choose not to eat, but I pretty much understand the thought process behind why someone, anyone, would have come up with a dish.

On Friday, I was throughly stymied. We had a departmental planning session that occurred off-site, and was catered by the facility. At lunch, we were presented with wrap sandwiches, cut into quarters. Each one's filling was piled on top of a slice of buttered white bread, and then rolled up. The wrap was then sealed shut with more butter.

Gives a whole new meaning to the term Sandwich Wrap.

I retaliated in the only way that I knew how - poke out the vegetables and add them to my already massive salad, and make sarcastic comments about the food service.

Celebrity Sexual Positions. Plus, Pufferfish.

2007-08-09T18:03:00.000-04:00

Am delighted that The Knights of Prosperity returned to TV last night. Love everything about this show.

Also, to celebrate my own awesomeness, I bought a new bag. I figure she'll do much to keep my Retrodelic company. Handmade, and one-of-a-kind, made by the talented Ellen from Bonspiel. Say hello to the Pufferfish:

I can't wait until she arrives!

Let Us Talk of Fried Spaghetti

2007-08-08T16:57:00.000-04:00

That's right, I said fried spaghetti. It's freaking awesome. I've been eating it since I was wee, and I shall never, ever, ever not eat it.

Why is it so great? Well, it tastes amazing, much better, in my estimation, then pasta that comes out of boiling water and is smothered with sauce. It also ensures that you don't waste food, because, really, who wants to eat leftovers for days, or throw away sauce that you don't use first time around? No one, that's who. Also, it allows you to do something with cooked pasta that you probably never thought would be possible - freeze it and eat it later. Dude!

So, here's how you go about taking part in a meal of the gods. I'm going to pretend that you're like me and will be making pasta with the express purpose of frying it up.

Boil up pasta - stringy types like spaghetti or angel hair will work best. If you're planning on freezing leftovers, use a whole package.
Cook up a mess of tomato sauce.
Dump pasta into a large bowl, and pour sauce over top. Stir until pasta is covered.
Let cool and put in fridge. Let pasta absorb sauce over-night.
Grab a large non-stick frying pan and melt some butter on medium-high heat.
Put the amount of pasta that you'd like to eat in that there pan. Stir until heated through, and pasta absorbs butter.
Stop stirring. Let the pasta sit for a bit, drying out. Stir to get the top layer to the bottom of the pan. Let pasta sit. And so on and so on.
If you, like me, like dark toast, overcooked brownie edges, burnt cheese on pizza crust and the one or two lone dark chips that you might find in a bag of chips, you then let the pasta sit for a long time, until it becomes crispy, and, perhaps, a little blackened. Or a lot blackened.
Then you eat.
If you want to freeze spaghetti in order to fry it up later, after you coat the boiled spaghetti with sauce, grab some sandwich bags, and create individual portions then put in the freezer. Allow to defrost before frying.

The end.

Will Design For Food

2007-08-07T17:28:00.000-04:00

I adore Jay McCarroll. Drama machinations aside, he's the most talented winner, hell, the most talented contestant, to make if out of Project Runway alive.

Yesterday, New York Magazine published an article, The Near Fame Experience, that perported to explore the bitter lows of appearing on Bravo's reality shows Project Runway and Top Chef. It's a great read, though, like everything, should be taken with a grain of salt. For a response, check out the latest entry on Andy from Bravo's blog.

Right, so read the article. Read Jay's quotes. Then watch these videos posted to YouTube on the date of the publication of the article.

With a Crystal Water's soundtrack...

And then the raw footage:

Book Review: Exit Strategy

2007-08-06T15:33:00.000-04:00

As part of the miniBookExpo for Bloggers (hi Lex!), I got my paws on Kelley Armstrong's latest, Exit Strategy (Random House / Seal Books).

I've been an Armstrong reader since the publication of her first book, Bitten, the first in what would become the Woman of the Otherworld series. With the Otherworld series, Armstrong created a world of werewolves, witches, necromancers and demons, integrated into a very familiar modern-day world. A world full of strong, well developed female characters. What more could you ask for?

Unfortunately, I got to the place with Armstrong's books where I started to find the sparkle that I loved in her writing lacking, and I started to get bored. I confess that I couldn't make it through more then half Haunted, and have resisted picking up the two novels that followed. Add that to the fact that Exit Strategy was a story without a whiff of the supernatural? I approached Armstrong's latest with both trepidation and expectation.

Exit Strategy is the first work in Armstrong's newest series, the Nadia Stafford books. It's a straight-up suspenseful thriller, lacking all of the supernatural hallmarks of Armstrong's previous publications. That's not to say that it doesn't have a lot in common with her other stories - thankfully, the similarities are everything that got me hooked on Armstrong in the first place. Strong, nuanced characters. A female protagonist who gets that being strong doesn't mean denying emotion, or refusing to admit confusion or internal conflict. A well developed storyline. And events that maybe, just maybe, could be happening in your own backyard.

Nadia Stafford is an ex-cop and current assassin-for-hire (What is it about the words hit woman that sounds so awkward? It feels almost as bad as saying "lady doctor"). After finishing a job, she soon finds herself, along with her mentor Jack and other shady professional hit men tracking down a serial killer that they suspect is one of their own.

With Exit Strategy, Armstrong creates an excellent, fast-paced and layered story. The hunt for a killer is intertwined with the developing relationship between Nadia and Jack, the exploration of the underworld of killers for hire, and the revelation of the events in Nadia's past that have brought her to this particular place and time.

Kelley Armstrong is a smart writer. She knows when to push the action of the story ahead, and when to travel down the side roads to reveal motivation and depth. And this? This all delights me.

I'm glad to be enjoying Armstrong's writing again, and I am looking forward to seeing where she takes Nadia and her world next.

Long Weekend Cycling is Dangerous

2007-08-05T11:56:00.000-04:00

It's true! Last year, on this exact same long weekend, I found myself dodging banana peels flung from cars. This year? Ah, we'll get to that momentarily.

One of the routes that I ride on takes me right on by Bronte Creek Provincial Park. Along with the campgrounds located on the far side of the park, there is also a day-use area that opens to visitors at 8AM. En route to pass the Day Use Entrance, I could see a mess of cars parked on the gravel shoulder of the road, waiting to enter the park and get their Civic Holiday Weekend Day Party on.

The stretch of Bronte Road that borders the park is an excellent, straight, flat stretch of street - perfect for a sprint. However, the thing about road riding is that you're always constantly on the look out for things that might go wrong in the path ahead of you. So, the need to sprint, and 10 or so cars parked on both sides of the road. The only solution? Start gaining speed, and flip from aware to hyper-aware, and begin to anticipate the possibilities and plan reactions to all of them.

In front of one of the cars on the right side of the road stood a couple, talking, cups of coffee in-hand. In fact, they stood, talking, on the line where gravel shoulder turned into paved road. And in my head, I could see them make the decision to step onto the pavement, and cross the street.

Real life was a little different. As I hurled myself down the road at 40 km/h, I saw the woman step back, away from the road. And the man, he took a step forward. And then another. And stopped. And took a sip o' joe. And stood there, feet firmly planted, looking everywhere but in the direction of on-coming traffic.

Have I ever told you about how much I hate to yell? Passionate, passionate dislike. Avoid it whenever I can.

I yelled. I yelled, "WATCH OUT!"

The man slowly swivled his head, and a huge, shit eating grin spread across his face as he slowly stepped back onto the shoulder of the road as I zipped by. First thing that flew through my mind? Someone got an early start on the drinking.

Although I didn't look back to see what happened after, Jason, my brother, was riding a bit behind me. When he caught up at our usual slow-down-and-hydrate stretch of road, he told me that the lug of a man had immediately stepped BACK onto the road. And gave him the same ear to ear smile when Jason, more eloquent then I, shouted, "Get the fuck out of the road!" as he came up to his position.

Roads are the new sidewalks. Who knew?

Do you like how I made a complete non-event sound all crazy dangerous? It's a gift.

A Final Chicago Post

2007-08-03T15:41:00.000-04:00

Only the stuff of excellence that I haven't already mentioned, mind you.

Eating at:

Spacca Napoli for pizza, Napels-style
Campagnola for refreshing, summery Italian
El Tapatio for excellent Mexican that even vegetarians can eat

Shopping at:

And running at 6AM along the lake. Along the lake!

The Chicago Haul

2007-08-01T14:28:00.000-04:00

Sterling Silver Jess Necklace by Figs & Ginger

Swiss Dot Swing Dress by Alice + Olivia, inner shell silk, outer dress silk/cotton.

And from Anthropologie:

Ruched Babydoll T by Velvet, in mushroom brown
Mercury Rising Surplice T by Deletta in clover green
Light weight bright blue wool boatneck sweater with 3/4 sleeves by Knitted Knotted that's not on-site

Charlie Trotter's: A Love Letter

2007-07-29T05:04:00.000-04:00

Last night, Lisa, Matt and I ate at Charlie Trotter's. My expectations for the night were high, and were more then met by each and every aspect of the evening; excellent dining companions, impeccable and friendly treatment by the front of house staff, and food who's mere memory will be making me flap my arms like a goon for months to come.

Arriving at Charlie Trotter's, we were brought to a table in the upstairs back room. The room had four tables in total, and was simply lovely and elegant. Some would say the decor itself was dated, but I think those people stink. The notion that a restaurant has to have a slick and modern look to be current is a sad one. The building itself just felt good, if that makes any sense. The picture to the left shows a few angles. In the bottom left image, you'll see the table that we sat at in the corner, by the window and wall of wine.

Matt and Lisa made the excellent decision to partake of the premium wine pairing with their meal. Due to my light-weight almost never drinks status, I asked Fletcher, who, along with Molly, a sommelier with a delightful passion for her job, were responsible for revealing our courses to us as they appeared at the table, to recommend a single glass of red for me to nurse throughout the evening.

Lisa and I opted for the Vegetable Menu, and Matt partook of the Grand. Shall we take a look? But of course.

1st Bread:

Individual miniature baguettes

1st Course:

Vegetable Menu: Machta Green Tea Tapioca with Spring Peas & Green Apple
Grand Menu: Scottish Langoustine with Cucumber & Ginger

2nd Bread:

Oatmeal square shaped roll

2nd Course:

Vegetable Menu: Steamed Twelve Season Miso Cake with Spinach, Easter Egg Radish & Preserved miniature carrots
Grand Menu: Poached Cockles with Preserved Celery, Serrano Ham & Roasted Mayan Scarlet Peppers

3rd Bread:

Miniature rosemary bagel

3rd Course:

Vegetable Menu: Tempura of Summer Squash Blossom with Capers, Zucchini & Heirloom Tomatos
Grand Menu: Alaskan Black Cod with Picholine Olives, Artichokes & Stinging Nettles

4th Course:

Vegetable Menu: Morel Mushroom Cannelloni with TIny Sage, Summer Leek Custard & Roasted Shallot
Grand Menu: Rabbit Loin & Leg with Turnips, Fingerling Potatoes & Mustard Greens

5th Course:

Vegetable Menu: Grilled Red Plums with Poached Elephant Garlic, Amaranth & Thai Long Pepper Infused Merlot
Grand Menu: Crawford Farm Lamb Loin & Rack with Garlic, Aged Manchego & Parsley

Palette Cleanser:

Vegetable Menu: Watermelon Sorbet with Sake Gelee & Cucumber
Grand Menu: Canteloupe (Sorbet) with Feta Cheese & Spearamint

Desserts - Shared:

Poached White Peaches with Rolled Oats & Lavender (Ice Cream)
Indonesian Chocolate (Ice Cream) with Pine Nuts & Pandan Broth
Organic Buttermilk with White Pepper, Toasted Milk Ice Cream & Nutmeg
Chocolate, Tea (Ice Cream) and Caramel
Another ice cream / sorbet-based dish with a red wine-based twist
Another ice cream / sorbet-based dish of a trio of lemon and chocolate paired flavours

Dessert - Individual

Small cups of gently flavoured, uncooked meringue with a stick of dark chocolate for scooping

I really believe that this was the first tasting menu that I've experienced where I adored everything that was set in front of me. Each dish, as it came to the table, became my new favourite of the night. Because I am fickle like that.

And another because: Because I like lists, here's what I've been able to pull out as things that will be sticking in my mind for a long, long time:

Fletcher's excellent sense of humour. When I remarked, as I tend to do, about the laughably large size of my wine glass, he quickly grabbed a glass that was bigger then my head from some magical closet nearby, and set it in front of me.
Molly's deep knowledge of wine, and her delight in finding Lisa's similar love. She made recommendations for Lisa's future wine shopping expedition, and made sure to tell Lisa to use her name with one of her suppliers.
The plates and cutlery fit so well together, and the plating of each dish? Amazing.
The smell of the miniature rosemary bagels. And really, the smell of each plating, and the way that the flavours of each developed in my mouth. With each course, every forkful seemed to reveal a different aspect of each dish. Complex, but, at the same time completely understandable.
Favourite parts: the miso cake; the heirloom tomato sauce; the morel cannelloni and leek custard - the cannelloni was actually a morel filling surrounded by skin of leek; the flavour pairing of grilled plums and garlic; the thin layer of chocolate covering a thin layer of caramel under a scoop of tea ice cream; lemon and chocolate
And finally, Molly taking us on a quick tour of the kitchen, and the fact that each and every one of the kitchen staff took the time to look up from their station and acknowledged us as we tried to move through the room as quickly and unobtrusively as possible. Lisa's calling out of "behind you" caused more then one to take pause and ask which of use had worked in a kitchen. Which was awesome.

I congratulate and thank those at Charlie Trotter's for an amazing experience. And to Lisa, Matt for being so awesome and clever for coming up with the suggestion to eat there.

The end.

July is Tourist Month

2007-07-28T09:47:00.000-04:00

And last night, Frontera Grill was over run by the jean short wearing lot of them. I wonder how many were there because the food is excellent, and how many were there just because Bayless is famous enough to have been on a multitude of television shows. There's something very wrong about arriving at a restaurant, one that doesn't except reservations, mind you, at 5:30 to be told that it would be a good two hours before they could even think about seating you.

Thankfully, the wonderful Blackbird was able to fit us in, and I don't think we could've had a more lovely meal. The Pinenut Gazpacho was summer in a bowl, and the Buckwheat Crepes were a perfect entree to follow. The dining room was light and airy, and the front of house staff was a delight. So I'm pretty happy that we couldn't get into Frontera, to tell you the truth.

Tonight? Charlie Trotters. Dude.

At Blogher yesterday, I sat in on a couple of technical sessions - accessibility standards and traffic drivers - that made the conference completely worthwhile. I'm hoping that I'll be able to get into the panel discussion that's playing host to Amy Sedaris this afternoon, but I have a feeling that the room is going to be bursting at the seams.

Props to Blogher for:

Technical sessions
Amy Sedaris
Sponsor AOL's awesome swag - a Casauri laptop bag

Not so much with the props to Blogher for:

Unfocused Community Building session
Caterers who (a) put bacon in the only green salad on the buffet, and (b) decided that vegetarian baked beans would be an excellent vegetarian meal option in the middle of a sweltery, muggy summer.

Sweet, Sweet Chicago, Day 1.5

2007-07-27T11:06:00.000-04:00

Chicago makes me smile. That's pretty much the best thing that any city can do, I think. So I guess it's a pretty good thing that that's where I am right now.

I arrived mid-afternoon yesterday, and was promptly whisked away from the utility vest wearing masses at O'Hare by my lovely, lovely friend Lisa. We headed into the city to check me in at my hotel, and headed off in search of CYCLING GOLD.

Matt, Lisa's husband, rides bikes. And when I say he rides bikes, I don't mean that he meanders about the roads like I do, I mean that he gets his ass in races and he picks up points, and sometimes performs magic tricks at the same time. Last night, we all headed down to the velodrome just outside of the city to watch some excellent athletic craziness go down. There's nothing finer then sitting outside with friends you haven't seen in person in a good year watching people ride around and around in circles, sometimes at speeds that make your head spin.

Also, athletic feats provide excellent fodder for the mocking. Because we are horrible, horrible people. Dry humping and disco? I can't even begin to tell you about it.

This morning, after the gym and food shopping for breakfast at Fox and Obel - yes, I've gotten to that point where I've traveled so much that I refuse to eat every meal in a restaurant - I walked on down to the Navy Pier for the start of the BlogHer 07 conference. Where I am now. Blogging. Because I am an utter, utter nerd. In my defense, however, the welcome session that's occurring at this very minute has devolved into what I can only describe as a 700-person theatre game masked as an introduction tool.

Theatre games give me hives. And instead of being a useful tool, they make me feel like a tool. So I have retreated to one of the session rooms, and am patiently waiting for the session-y bits of the day to start.

This evening, we're going to see if the excellently hirsute Rick Bayless' restaurant Frontera Grill will allow us to sample their wares. This is where I clap like a goon.

Oh, people are starting to wander into the room! So post this I will, and see you in a bit, kids.

I Am Chicago

2007-07-26T05:20:00.000-04:00

I'm heading off to Chicago for a while. The Job is sending me to BlogHer, due to our plans to increase participation in social media outlets. And I'm sending me to hang out for a couple of days after the conference ends to spend time with dear friends, Lisa and Matt, and their awesomely handsome and lovable furry faced boys, Otis and Eddie.

Plans for nerdiness? Check.
Plans for dining? Check.
Plans for shopping? Check.

Excellent.

Little Nano Lost

2007-07-23T17:07:00.000-04:00

On Friday, I forgot my Nano, the armband it lives in, and my headphones on an elliptical machine at the gym.

I had hopes that the person who came across it would turn it in at the reception desk.

My hopes? Yeah, dashed. So, I am Nano-less.

I think I would be more upset if (a) I had bought the thing instead of winning it, and (b) I didn't have a Shuffle and a Mini sitting in the wings.

But still - I guess I just can't understand how a person can come across something that isn't theirs and just take it. It makes me a little sad. Ah, well...I do hope they're enjoying my excellent Gym playlist.

A Keller Dish

2007-07-22T11:21:00.000-04:00

This is what's cooking in my oven right now:

If you've seen Ratatouille, it might look a little familiar - this is my attempt at Thomas Keller's Confit Byaldi, a layered ratatouille that the film's ultimate dish, and namesake, is based around. I clap my hands! I hope it will be lovely in my belly. Expect pictures of the completed dish later on today.

Edit: Okay, so cooked, it pretty much looks the same. But maybe a little more transparent. So no new pictures for you!

Links
Unfortunately, the NYT requires that you create an account, but it's free, and worthwhile to take the time:

The Era of Soft

2007-07-18T16:37:00.000-04:00

For the past year or so, I've been introducing and re-introducing myself to clothing made of soft, soft fabric. Cashmere, pima and modal have changed the way I think of how clothes should feel. Man, oh man.

A few weeks ago, I started thinking about my fall wardrobe. And I bought myself two velvet jackets. Because I feel like autumn? Autumn is a fine time to become a dandy. Strangely enough, in the last two weeks, the unseasonably cold weather outside and the ice-box that is my office have allowed me to bring these pieces onboard earlier then I had anticipated. Delight!

I can't decide which I love more - the cognac sporty version, or the orchid violet military band sucker.

Well, see for yourself - what do you think?

Multiplying! Like Rabbits!

2007-07-16T17:24:00.000-04:00

That is my fear. Why, you ask? Because I have a hankering to add another soul the the menagerie I wear around my neck. Say hello to Filou Design's Bunny from the Enchanted Forest collection:

Think I should chance being over-run by the buns?

I Do Not Have A Time Machine

2007-07-12T16:13:00.000-04:00

Which is a shame, as I found myself wishing, fleetingly, for one last night.

Don't get me wrong - Built to Spill is an amazing, startling band. But my favourite version of Built to Spill? 1994's There's Nothing Wrong with Love. And that's the band that I found myself wishing that I was watching. Right before I started wishing I was still as stupid as I was back in 1994, when I got crazy-enjoyment out of standing for hours in a sardine-packed-like rock club, smelling other people's sweat as they rocked out.

But it isn't, and I didn't, and I came away with the realization that I've used up all my rock-out-with-your-cock-out hanging about years ago.

That sounds full of complaints, though, doesn't it? So let me tell you about the things that ruled about the evening:

Doug Marsch is a controlled explosion of beautiful noise
Indie rock beard was representing in full effect
Bumping into people that I haven't seen in years
Opening band Attack in Black

Big. Dumb. Movie.

2007-07-09T18:00:00.000-04:00

Transformers is a big, dumb movie. Excellent to watch with the explosions and robot transformations and effects, horrible for anything resembling a story.

Summer movie, through and through.

I wish I had liked it more then I did, but when a relic of your childhood is re-invented, it's hard not to approach it with expectations.

The excellence of the Transformers cartoon was the fact that the focus was on the struggle between two robot forces, and everything that happened with humanity? Side story. There was a certain elegance about how the Autobots interactedwith humanity, and Optimus Prime NEVER would've been the clueless, demanding brat, uttering the phrase, "My bad".

But still, stuff blows up. And blows up good.

Ratatouille

2007-07-06T15:31:00.000-04:00

I watch a lot of movies. A lot. I gots me a bunch o' movie channels with my cable package, and my, do I make great use of them. Thing is, this has made me into a very lazy first-run, get out of the house and into a movie theatre movie watcher.

A film has to make me madly excited to actually want to make the effort to see it when it first comes out. And so far, this summer, Ratatouille is the only film that has made me want to sit in a dark room with overly talkative strangers.

I made use of today's corporate holiday to take myself out to the movies, and dammit, am I glad I did. On paper, Ratatouille seemed like a film that was made for me to adore. A kitchen based on five star restaurants in Paris? Check. Dishes based on the time animators spent interning in Thomas Keller's (who has a bit-part as a restaurant patron in the North American version) French Laundry? Check. A witty, talking rat who wants to be more then he is told that he can be, with an overwhelming love of food? Dammit, check!

Yes, Ratatouille is a Disney / Pixar production. It is also one of the most well written films, catering not to babyish and cloyingly sweet dialogue, but in passionate belief and love of embracing your own talent to succeed.

I think I really fell in love with this movie when Colette, one of the chef's in the restaurant's kitchen, lays out the truth of what being a woman in the culinary world is like, as well as the truths of the kitchen - including the importance of a clean workstation, and how to properly hold your arms when cooking. It's smart - a real and true rarity in widely released films these days.

Writing aside, it's also an amazing, beautiful piece of artwork to watch. At times, I forgot that I was seeing something that was animated - the movement of fur, the reflective metallic surfaces of the pots and pans, the emotive facial expressions...I could go on - but watch the trailer for yourself, and you'll see what I mean!

Crapsticks - I've Been Tagged

2007-07-04T10:58:00.000-04:00

8 Random Things About Me - This is Amblus's Fault

I respond poorly to compiling these kinds of lists. My first reactions is always fear that I'll never come up with enough things to fill up all the slots o' random - not because I have nothing to say, but because everything else I post about is randomly chosen bits of random randomness. If you've spent any time here, you know of my fascination with pirates and read-a-thons and clothes and revealing the random minutia of my everyday life. Lists like this kind of make me wish that I had decided to create a theme-blog, so I'd have things to talk about that you haven't read before.

I confess that there are things that I don't generally talk about here. For instance, I really do shy away from posting about work. Okay, so I might tell you about how I have been known to doing The Robot in the middle of my department's workspace, or how I'm attending a Usability / Information Architecture / Social Media conference for work, or how I use my co-workers as guinea pigs for my kitchen experiments, but that's as deep as I'll go. For some reason, things like what goes on at my job seem like a far too private thing to talk about on-blog, and to do so would simply lack professionalism. Says the woman who breakdances in the middle of her office.

Sometimes, the idea of being succinct and I have wars. WARS OF WORDS.

I think random capitalization is still shit-hot funny. Also on this list of things that have been, and will continue to be, over-used by me because I will never find them not funny are: shaking a fist at the sky; throat punching; and buying matching sateen jackets with a gang name written across the back, a la The Pink Ladies. I also have a sneaking suspicion that I am no where near as funny as I think I am.

Nigel Barker is my #1 Reality TV Show boyfriend.

I used to think that I if I came into a windfall of cash that I wouldn't be able to hack the life of the idle rich. I don't think that any more. If you are a bargazillionaire, please write me into your will.

For a while, I seemed to move to a new home every year, for work, or grad school, or...okay, only for work and grad school. I have no reason to move now. I own my own home. I own my own home that feels utterly and completely like me. And yet? I am itchy. I kind of want to move to a new house. Just because I want to be in a new set of walls. I am aware that that makes no sense, and put the kibosh on the urge every time it surfaces.

I'm disappointed by the lot of you (I SEE YOU) that have clicked through to the comment page on the post prior to this one and not said anything. Especially you kids that have done so from a computer connected to my workplace network. And I have just outed myself as (a) scary, and (b) a nerd that knows the server address of my place of employment.

I'm not going to tag anyone, and most of the people who I would poke at have already done this one.