no…not that kind of gas, you weirdos. as if i would post that on such a public forum. i have gas: fuel! flame! fire!
for the last hour i have literally been practicing turning the gas on…and then off. on and then off. all the while marvelling in my new-found ability to cook real meals. i’m starting to understand why people become pyromaniacs.
so, in honor of this truly momentous end to the election fall-out which resulted in a) me ignorantly working an extra day this week and b) not having any cooking fuel – i present my first meal:
ok so i know it doesnt look that impressive (eggplant, corn, peppers, butter and onion over rice) but since i’ve been living off peanut butter sandwiches, processed cheese slices and apple juice since last wednesday – this is a frigging feast.
and mr. s even joined me, since he so adeptly negotiated the fuel from the evil bengali gas-hoarders.
this was his first foray into ‘canadian food’. like the guys at the investment firm a few weeks ago, mr. s keeps asking me what a staple canadian diet is. i remain stumped to this line of (constant) questioning, so tonight i said: “turkey dinner and fajitas.”
what a crap answer, i know.
yes, i realize that fajitas are mexican. and actually, turkey dinner is oddly hard to describe in an appetizing way. (“so first you stuff a bird’s ass, and then you remove said ass-stuffing and eat it whilst proudly displaying the bird in the middle of table…” etc.) so overall not a great job – but at least it’s better then saying poutine.
here i am devouring my feast:
i am most definitely aware that in this picture i look like i would eat your children. i’m just really excited, m’kay?