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{ Monthly Archives } March 2011

Favourite things – Part 2

Okay folks, it’s the second exciting installment in the “Reasons My Life Rocks” series! When I’m munching my oats, those oats can take many permutations; but there is one non-optional accessory. Coffee. Hot and steamy time: Savoury, dark, strong nectar of the morning (and mid-afternoon, usually). Divine brew of the roasted seeds of the berry […]

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Favourite things – Part 1

My life rocks. Many facets of it are awesome and beautiful and inspiring, but if I listed them all (a) you’d be overwhelmed and kill yourself in despair; and (b) we’d be here for weeks. So, in the interests of keeping things moving along, I’m going to post just a few things that are very […]

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Ample

It’s autumn and I’m stoked and the world keeps giving me fresh food. The other day, a coworker brought in the biggest damn bowl of cherry tomatoes I’ve ever seen — surplus from his crop. Those cherry tomatoes will haunt me in my dreams, as I weep through the tomato shortage of winter. I am […]

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Brioche a tete au chocolat (sans tetes)

If you’ve been paying attention at all, you’ll have figured out by now that I’ve got a breakfast…thing. It’s not really a fetish. I mean, I don’t need a bowl of muesli near me to have an orgasm or anything. But, well, I think breakfast is bloody essential to overall health and happiness, and also […]

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Sunday night noodles

Okay, am I mad, or is this an accurate assessment of language use: when people refer to “[X]-night cooking”, they nearly always mean to suggest that they are tired and don’t want to cook and therefore the recipe must be simple and near-immediate. (Also, where should the question mark go in that sentence? I’m pretty […]

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HOLY COW IT WORKED

Dudes! (Optimistic use of plural.) After weeks of digging up a lawn bed and turning soil and generally busting our arse muscles (not to mention alienating friends by suddenly having conversational interests confined entirely to compost and the gluteus maximus): M and I finally got our shit in one sock and planted a vegetable garden. […]

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Off-centre gardening

Gardens are where you make them. Or where they make themselves. Got me an Aerogarden in the laundry, keeping me in basil all year round: the trick is to stagger planting the seeds, so new plants are coming up as the old ones are fading away. Circle of life, man. Gardens grow where they can. […]

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