Monday, April 30, 2012

Hot Docs

Well, one of my favorite Toronto times of the year is here and I couldn't be happier.  Last year, doing Hot Docs with a 6 month old Big Yam was a bit more of a pain, but this year we're making it to 4 out of our 5 features, and we're only missing that one because of a conflicting, equally awesome engagement.  I think that's pretty solid.  Academic Book Club has also scheduled a Hot Docs outing on Wednesday, so I'm actually going to 5 docs, total. 

We've seen some pretty good ones - recaps below.

Krisis GR2011 - The Prism has one of the worst titles I've ever encountered (so unwieldy!), but an interesting, though superficial, premise.  The Greek-Canadian director armed 14 people in Greece with cameras and taught them how to use them.  Over a year, the footage was uploaded to a site and from all those photos, the documentary was made (interspersed with interviews).  What results is a ground-level look at the effects of Greek's debt crisis.  It was pretty interesting - if only for the fact that it reinforced that students (the ones most passionate about the protest) the world over are always young, idealistic, and woefully ignorant of macro-level understandings of economics.  Ha!  It just seems like a giant mess over there and you have a confluence of factors: history, poor government, lack of fiscal foresight, etc. all colluding to make it a giant mess with little hope for resolution.  This film screened with a "short" documentary called Yugo, about the eponymous Yugoslavian car and the closure of the factory.  This doc was about 28 minutes too long had a weird overwrought dramatic tone that we thought should have been comedic but wasn't obviously so, and was the boringest.

Made In China follows one year in the Jinyuan garment factory, a small-to-mid scale operation reeling from the effects of the global recession.  Orders are down, and so the owner/manager (Old Liu, pictured above) struggles to stay afloat and pay bills, mirroring the experiences of the people who work for him, putting in long hours and living in cramped dormitories.  The movie was filmed in a purely observational style - which made it seem a little long - some of the scenes got repetitive and it could have used a bit of editing - maybe 20 minutes could have been cut without an appreciable difference in the film overall.  The movie is heartbreaking - it shows how every person as part of the chain (minus the people selling and profiting from the selling of the goods produced) is in a bind and there's no easy answers.  We came away from that movie once again feeling how lucky we are to be born in Canada.  There's a family working for 2000 yuan a month, and one of the more heartbreaking scenes is when the husband opens his paycheck and wonders aloud, "but we only took 2 days off last month! What's the point of working so hard when you make so little?"  It's such a complicated scenario.  So yeah, I could make an effort to only buy Canadian, but what does that accomplish other than strangling the manufacturing industry in China and putting more of those people out of work?  One thing I did resolve was that the Big Yam is not going to get an easy ride.  He has to know what goes on in the greater world and how darned lucky he is and he better not give me any lip about it, either!  Otherwise, I'm going to make him sleep on a steel cot with only a thin tatami mat and then we'll see what he thinks about his lot in life.  The movie also touched on some of the generational issues that occur within these families - with children resisting joining the family in the sweatshop trade and how Confucian ideals are being tested as China continues to evolve.  

Yesterday we saw Ping Pong which is precisely the antidote we needed.  It's ADORABLE (and has my name written all over it).  The doc follows 9 different seniors (over 85) from around the world who go to compete in the Senior's Ping Ping World Championships held in China.  So many characters!  OLD PEOPLE!  Suffice to say, it's hilarious and I also simultaneously teared up about a million times.  It was heart-warming to the max.  It just goes to show you - becoming old isn't easy.  You gotta have some fight, competitive zest, and gumption to make it!  One of the women was 89 and suffered from dementia following the passing of her husband of 40 years.  She stopped eating, started to forget things, would get confused and show up at the bakery at 11pm expecting it to be open.  Recognizing that she couldn't live by herself anymore, she moved into a retirement residence and discovered table tennis, which in her words, "brought me back."  So f**king cute!  I can't recommend this doc, enough.  Is it sentimental?  OF COURSE IT IS, IT'S ABOUT OLD PEOPLE, YOU HEARTLESS A**HOLE!  Is it maudlin?  OBVI!  Will it still make you laugh and feel good about the world?  YES!  So get to it, already!


We had an impossibly full weekend.  Momma D had the Big Yam for a sleepover on Saturday night so the Dotytron and I checked out Banh Mi Boys, this restaurant doing updated Asian-Latin fusion and updated Asian mash-ups that's been getting big buzz lately.  







Of course we ordered more food than was necessary/consumable.  We had kimchi fries (twice fried crispy frites with kimchi, mayonnaise, and pulled pork on top), a squid taco, a chicken taco, a kalbi beef banh mi and a pork belly banh mi.  The tacos use a Chinese crispy pancake for a shell and feature the meat, some hot sauce, and a cabbage slaw along with pickled daikon and carrot.  The banh mi feature your protein choice inside a soft French-style bun with the pickled daikon and carrot and hot sauce.  We didn't try the bao.  I really like the bread they use for their banh mi, they're very soft, and don't have the crust that your Chinatown version has, but I thought that overall, the tacos took the day.  The banh mi were a little too bready (I don't like it when the bread to meat ratio is off - which is why we didn't try their 3rd option for food - the bao) and the meat was a little stingy.  What I love about banh mi traditionally is the slick of salted butter and the pate they spread on the bread to keep it moist.  This was missing that and thus tasted a little dry.  The banh mi are also priced at $5.99 each, whereas the tacos are $3.99 and are just as filling.  Plus the "taco" shell is a great vehicle.  The squid was super-tender and flavourful.  You kind of lost the kalbi beef and pork belly taste in the banh mi versions.  I would definitely go back for tacos and kimchi fries and indeed, am looking forward to a return visit!

Sunday we had brunch at Momma D's when we picked up the Big Yam.  She made us waffles and English bacon, which was a nice treat because we went for a run in the morning (for the record: the Dotytron held me back).  Then we saw a doc and then we met up with our Supper Club at Libretto Danforth.  We all shared a heap of appetizers and pizzas and it was all very, very good.  The Big Yam was a champ.  He basically sat in his high chair for 3 hours and was calm and cute and very personable and chill.  He didn't need to be entertained and he only started squawking when I wasn't giving him his food fast enough.  He LOVES the gnocchi fritti there (as do we!) and he ate about 2 slices worth of pizza.  He also ate the proscuitto off another slice.  I was really proud of how well behaved he was.  Three hours of compliant behaviour basically means he can handle your typical Chinese banquet meal, which is my goal.  I'm going to try very very hard to not be the parent who has the kid who runs around the restaurant and who has to whip out an iPhone or something to keep my kid entertained.  If that's your model, then great!  I'm glad that works for you, but it's not necessarily the kind of behaviour I want to foster in the Yam.  

So...this week is bonkers.  Regular work, regular life and then Tuesday night Dotytron is doing his music stuff, Wednesday night I have Academic Book Club - Hot Docs edition, then Thursday night is Academic Book Club proper.  As the Dotytron said, this week is going to be: "Monday - what's going on? Friday - how was everything?"    

Add to that the Dotytron got surplussed this year (from both his jobs!) which means that he will definitely be teaching someplace else next year.  Postings come out tomorrow...le sigh.

Tonight I made us a Mughlai chicken curry and eggplant bhurta.  The chicken curry featured a million different spice blends employed at various stages (one to marinate the chicken, one to fry in the pan, another bundle of whole spices to simmer in the sauce) and a sauce enriched with milk blended with cashews, almonds, and saffron.  We ate this with brown rice.

Fin.

Friday, April 27, 2012

I promise you

...that this lil' old space 'pon the web of mine won't devolve into a rundown of all my running activities.  Because I fully know that that is the BORINGEST thing that could EVER possibly happen in life.  But!  This morning I went for my 3.5km route which I heretofore have been completing in about 22 minutes.  And this morning I did it in 17.  That's weird, right?  Like, I do one 5km and all of a sudden my body is like, "oh, so that's what we're doing now?" and I can breeze through 3.5km?  Weirded out!  I think it's all psychological.  I LOATHE running with every fiber of my being and I always run the same route that is exactly my 3.5 or 5km or whatever.  So I think that changing the end point and extending the run just tricked my body into pushing through the first part of it, faster.  If only I could do the same thing with portion control, then I wouldn't ever have to run again!

Last night we engaged in the rare act of having friends over for dinner on a weeknight.  It was kind of a big deal.  We had my friend H and her new beau J over for dinner.  They're veggies so I made us shakshuka eggs with roasted cauliflower and asparagus and a caramel cake for dessert:





I over-baked the caramel cake.  Whoops.

Then we watched the second episode of Girls.  Still kind of meh about it.  I don't really get why everyone is saying that it's so "real" when Zosia Mamet's character is so overdrawn it's like she's been photoshopped in from another show entirely.  Yeah, I get it - Dunham is okay getting down starkers and letting it all hang out...but you can't build a show on that gimmick alone.  I'm pro letting people of all shapes and sizes be on TV, but I'm not loving Dunham's face in general.  I just don't want to look at it for long periods of time - does that make me a bad person?!?  Also, aside from the random "heh" now and then, the show just doesn't turn my crank.  I'd much rather watch New Girl, from which I'm guaranteed to get some chuckles.  It's pretty telling that the Dotytron keeps clamoring to watch Downton Abbey.  This from the say guy who regaled us at the dinner table last night with a fully fleshed-out highly detailed synopsis of the plot of Short Circuit 2.  LOL!  So funny.  He makes me laugh so much.

Other good ideas from the Dotytron: I was mentioning to H & J my issues with the gendered marketing to kids and how we know that person who makes her kid into a mini-Barbie doll and it's so disturbing and the Dotytron thought we should totally do a photo shoot with the Big Yam where we put him in head-to-toe pink and give him lipstick and paint his fingernails and put one of those "headbands with the giant puffballs" on him and then get Ehmdo to take photos.  LOL!  So funny!

H's new beau owns a store, Ransack the Universe, and apparently the two of them go to estate sales all the time, which sounds like the FUNNEST!  So I think we're going to join them one Saturday in the near future.  Who knows what kind of goodies you'll find?!?  Y'all know how much I loves me a good junk store find.  Speaking of which, this store, Ethel, is moving to Corktown.  Sadface.  I'm going to drag the boys this weekend and see if there are any vintage glass/barware or other tchotchkes to be scooped up for cheap.  I feel like some of the vintage furniture stores that I love in Leslieville are starting to move to cheaper locations as rent goes higher in keeping with the increase in gentrification.  It's too bad...but I guess there's nothing you can do about it.  It's a cycle that's bound to repeat itself.  As long as we don't turn into Bloor West Village or the Beaches (which I think is exceedingly unlikely), then I'm okay with it...especially if it just means that more and more restaurants are going to open up, I guess.

The other day the Big Yam was sitting with our neighb's kid, who is the closest in age to Master T on the street (she's 5 weeks younger).  They were both sitting on a concrete step and the Big Yam started off with stroking her hair, and touching her hands, and then leaning in for a kiss!  LOL!  All he ever tries to do is sneak kisses of other babies.  It's pretty cute/heartbreaking, because he's always being rebuffed.  I keep remembering how he would wait for Little Big Cuz to turn around and then try to toddle over and sneak a kiss onto Little Big Cuz's back.  He definitely didn't pick up my misanthropy.

Imagine how many rainbows and unicorns exploded out my heart when I came home from work today and saw this on the dining room table:

I'm like, "what's that?" and the Dotytron says, "that's his bean."  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  HE SPROUTED A BEAN, GUYS!  I don't know why I find it so unbearably cute, but it just is, aight?  It's just so heart-tuggingly adorable to picture a bunch of barely-talking toddler sprouting beans.  I feel like the only thing cuter would be a bunch of septuagenarians also sprouting beans.  For some reason, I feel like the age-appropriate kid (like, a 6 year old) sprouting a bean is gross and not endearing at all.  LOL!  I'm such a weirdo.

Today was Dr. Rei's birfday so I took her out for a hilarious and filling Kathmandu all you can eat Indian buffet lunch, stuffing myself so much with curried goat and butter chicken and way too much starch that I was emitting audible groans at my desk and couldn't eat dinner tonight.  

Now I'm about to settle down with my dear Dotytron for some Downton Abbey and Friday night luxuriating.

Fin.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Chuffed

Kinda chuffed guys.  I ran my first 5km (in life) today!  In 33 minutes, no stopping!  That's pretty dece, I think? My motivation was our impromptu Pizzeria Libretto dinner last night.  And the Ed's Real Scoop ice cream chaser.  And the three mini-bags of chips that I broke down and bought from the work cafeteria yesterday when I was getting all stressed out with my question workload and how I had to once again break it to someone that there is NO MAGIC GIANT DATABASE IN THE SKY WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WANTED TO KNOW ALL CAPTURED USING THE EXACT SAME METHODOLOGY IN IT.

Thank goodness that magic database doesn't exist, because if it did, while my job would be easier, I probably wouldn't have a job anymore.

Phew.  Let's take a little conspicuous consumption breather, shall we?  I WANT THIS DRESS:


I want it SOOOOO bad.  Because I love a gentle A-line shape.  Because I love a cute military button detail.  And I LOVE LOVE LOVE the colours!  Will I break down and buy said dress?  No one knows.  I WANT I WANT I WANT, though!

So yeah, last night was a bit of a tosser.  But we did have a lovely impromptu dinner out which was made all the more lovely by the fact that it was impromptu.  We have a serious Libretto fixation going on right now - we're going again on Sunday with our Supper Club.  That will make it the fourth time in about a month for me, but it's so nice being able to eat there and have it be chill and not all Ossington-strip-y.  You can make a reso!  For a big party!  Yes!  I still love Queen Margherita, but I like the apps at Libretto more and right now, I'm more into the toppings at Libretto, which are applied a bit more generously than at Margherita, which is very classic, Naples, all-about-the-crust-ville.

We have a busy few nights ahead of us.  Me and the Yam tonight, riding solo.  I'm starting to become a bit of a parenting freak.  I looked up parent and tot Mandarin classes today and I think we're going to sign up for Fall 2012.  Then yesterday I was going on about how we should do structured number and letter recognition activities every day for like, 15 minutes or half an hour.  And now I'm wondering whether to put him in French Immersion or not.  I'm also worried about his fine motor skill development and how I don't do enough visual arts based activities with him.  And finally, I started stressing that his toys and play are too gendered.  LOL!  This came about when Momma D was over the other night and I was telling her how much he loves his book with trucks and is super-obsessed with buses and stuff and she said, "See! It just goes to show you that there's something innate in them [meaning boys]" and I was like, "Well, I don't think it's innate because trucks haven't been around for that long culturally, so there's no evolutionary reason why boys would be into trucks."  I also backed it up with anecdotal evidence from neighbs with daughters and other mum friends that their girls are also obsessed with trucks and buses.

At any rate, he doesn't get much (any) TV so he's not really victim to the gender-based marketing that's so insidious.  But it's still hard to fight!  We know someone who basically dolls up their 3 year old for "photo shoots" that consist of lipstick, plastic high heels, pink everything, nail polish, pearls, bracelets and it's very Toddlers and Tiaras.  It makes me want to retch, personally.  So do bikinis on babies, but you already know how I feel about that.  So today I gave him a baby doll and an old plastic Medela baby bottle and asked him if he wanted to feed the baby and he did it for a bit and made those kissy sucking noises and also gave the baby lots of kisses.  Honestly, it's worth doing just to hear him say the word "baby" - he pronounces it really cute:


Tonight for dinner we had this eggplant romesco pasta and a salad.  Back to healthy eating!  Back to making my stupid running worth it!

Tomorrow we're having my friend H over for dinner.  Then the weekend starts - it's the first weekend of Hot Docs so it's gonna be crazy!

Fin.


Monday, April 23, 2012

I forgot

...that I'm boring.  Also, I forgot to add that the funniest thing Mad Eye Moody said about the garbage bins was that, "well, I have a friend who knew the people who used to live in my house and he said that THEY were the ones that spray painted 'come walk with me' on the bins."  I was like, UHHHH...100% FALSE.  Rude fact: that's a line from Twin Peaks, so if the previous people who lived there (who we knew and who had the semi-charming habit of having bi-yearly domestics in the street) spray painted a Twin Peaks quote onto their garbage, recycling and green bins, then I will EAT the bins and the can of spray paint.


LOL!


Oh, Mad Eye...you and your mad eye are such a mad, mad, mad...eye.


Anyway.  Weekend was a relaxing/buck combo.  I had the Friday post locked and loaded and then didn't get to pull the trigger because things were so busy.  What were they busy with?  Let's see...Saturday was grocery shopping and keeping the Boobla occupied so that the Dotytron could work on his resume and cover letter for the first wave of job postings that will be coming down the pipeline shortly.  This is after a bomb-diggity breakfast I made featuring challah French toast that I dipped in the usual French toast batter but then chased with a quick dredge of one side in Momofuku's cornflake crunch.  And THEN I pan-fried that in some butter.  UMMMMM...omg...so freakin' delicious!  The cornflake crunch is a perfect balance of sweet, salty, buttery texture, so adding it to French toast is so extra.  Served with some fried peameal.  


Then SMcKay came over and gave us family haircuts and witnessed me and the Dotytron getting into a screaming fight about the creation of the Tupac hologram.  I was like, "they built that from scratch" and the Dotytron was like, "no, the technology isn't there to do that, they took existing concert footage - that's why it looks so real" and I'm like, "I'm pretty sure you can build a CGI person" and then the Dotytron got all patronizing like, "you're an idiot, do you even know what a hologram is?" and we were getting increasingly pissy about it, until I found the following quote (or a similar one):


“This is not based on archival footage,” says Ed Ulbrich, chief creative officer at Digital Domain. “This is not him performing at some point. This a completely original, exclusive performance only for Coachella and that audience.” In other words, it’s a digital likeness of Tupac designed to interact with his co-performers and the crowd. At one point, Tupac even shouts “What the f— is up, Coachella!” even though the music festival didn’t exist until three years after his death." 


So of course I was like, "EAT IT, YOU IDIOT!" and then I got 'pon the iPad and played this:
 

and we all practically cried, laughing.  Because this ^^^ is obviously the best.  Love my haircut!  Love the trimmy trim trim that SMcKay gave the Big Yam...he looks so cute with his neat little crop.  I made us eggplant parmesan for dinner - this new, lighter, easier way, where you roast thick slices of eggplant instead of breading and frying them, layer them with homemade tomato sauce, basil, and slices of fresh mozzarella and then top it with breadcrumbs that get crispy in the oven:
It was aces.  Sunday morning we got up at the buttcrack of dawn (or it felt like that anyway) to go swimming and then we went to take my mum and Poh Poh out for an early dim sum brunch.  Then BACK downtown to help Momma D weed and prune her garden, and then home for the afternoon.  On our way home we stopped and got the jogging attachment for our Chariot bike trailer and went for a family run, which was basically the dorkiest thing ever.  We hated ourselves while doing it, but it's the only way we're going to be able to BOTH fit running into our schedule - if we have the flexibility to take him with us, it makes it a lot more feasible.  But we hated ourselves for being such colossal Mountain Equipment Co-Op-y dorks.  The good thing is: the tires on the jogging attachment are serious, which will be nice when we take the Chariot to the beach or through the snow (assuming we ever get snow again in Toronto).  Then Momma D came over for dinner:

I made us roast chicken, with duck-fat roasted tatties, roasted asparagus, and brussels sprouts steamed and tossed with mustard, olive oil and lemon.  Mona's Mother's Mother's cookies with cornflake crunch and other odds and sods for dessert.

For dim sum we went to Chili Secrets and it was sooo good!  They have all kinds of yummytown Sichuan dumplings (lamb and carrot, wontons with chili oil!) and most importantly, they serve one of my FAVORITE desserts of all time, which is steamed ginger milk pudding.  Basically, a bowl of softly set, lightly sweetened with sugar and smelling of ginger juice.  It is the food of my dotage, calling it now.  Through some magical alchemy, if you mix milk and ginger juice together the ginger juice will cause the milk to set, just-so.  Is there anything more comforting in the world?  If I'm ever laid up, I want a big bowl of steamed ginger milk pudding that I can rest on my belly and have spoon-fed to me.  MARK THESE WORDS.  

THEN we went to our buddy A's CD release part at The Rex.  Are you keeping count?  That was like, six activities in ONE Sunday.  Which means I was a zombie at work all today.

Sometimes I feel like a total lamewad when we haven't seen people in a while and they're like, "so, what's new?" I NEVER know how to answer that question!  We Skyped with Ehmdo on Friday night and she asked what was new and I feel like I always disappoint her with how boring our lives are.  But I don't like, feel our lives are boring...it's just not like, news-worthy in the way BIG EVENTS are news worthy.  Like, I'm not getting hitched, having a baby, buying a house, travelling, and having people die every second (THANK GOODNESS!)  I think once you hit a certain point in your life, things settle into a bit of a routine, which means less of the peaks and valleys of BIG NEWS events and more just like, the Dotytron working on a new composition or me starting to cut pieces for a new quilt or the Big Yam helping us with Momma D's garden (so cute by the way - it's so funny how at a certain age, they're just like, "oh we're doing this now?" and just do their own thing.  We started working in her garden and I gave him a trowel and he just worked on this project of his own devising [moving pebbles from the garden into a planter.]  It's just so cute how they become autonomous little people.)  I mean, my new quilt is terribly exciting for ME, but I can see how it's not that exciting for other people.  And my job is terribly exciting (I think) but it's not glamorous.  

I guess it depends on who I'm talking to.  Most of my friends don't do the "what's new" thing - we just start riffing or talking about current events, what have you.  I do feel like I'm a colossal disappointment though when someone asks me "what's new?" and I inevitably freeze up.  I guess my point is: stuff doesn't have to be new all the time?!?!  And I get weird performance anxiety when someone asks what's new because I like, can't immediately come up with a snappy reply with something super-fun and exciting!  Other than my new quilt...which I really do believe is super-fun and exciting.  It's my own quasi-design.  I didn't have enough material to use an online template so I downloaded some Cartesian graph paper and went to town drawing out and doing my stupid calculations.  I've said it before but I'll say it again: if I had only known as a young buck how much math I would need for sewing - I would have stuck it out all the way through to OAC.  As it is...I'm making sure that the Big Yam grows up in a house of math, not a house of Tupac (that's a line courtesy of Dr. Rei's dad.)  

Tonight was a fridge-clearing choose your own adventure dinner.  I had dinner at work because I was working the night shift.

Fin.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Sooooo much dramas!

*My head asplodes*  Okay...so the sketchy neighbours we share the driveway with (we call her Mad Eye Moody for reasons that would be evident if you dear readers, were to ever see her in real life), got a dog.  No big deal, it's just another check off the ol' adhering-to-low-income-stereotypes list.  Of COURSE they got a husky-german shepherd mix.  OF COURSE.  OF COURSE they don't walk the dog, ever, and just let it run loose.

So a few neighbours had already asked her to keep her dog on a leash.  I don't particularly care about that, but what I *do* care about is her dog pooping on our side of the back area (which is one big open area until we can put up a fence).  What the Dotytron certainly cares about is NOT stepping in a pile of dog poop (he had shoes on, thank goodness!) on our deck when he goes to take out the trash/recycling/whathaveyou.

Anyway, we asked her a few times to please pick up after her dog.  I still find dog poop, so I talked to the tenant relations person that manages the property. Contemporaneously, our one busy-body neighbour called animal control on Mad Eye (independent of us).  So the Dotytron goes out back to put out some green waste yesterday and finds our garbage, recycling, and green bins on Mad Eye's side of the yard.  When he opens up our green bin (which, if you recall, I spray painted, along with our garbage and recycling bin, with our address and the words, "fire walk with me" when we first moved in, which PREDATES Mad Eye moving in by a whole year), what does he find?  Loose dog poop.  Unbagged.  Sitting in OUR green bin.

So he's obviously pissed off.  Mad Eye comes home from an outing and they have a discussion, where she gets all wrangy because animal control was called on her (again: not by us!) and accuses us of STEALING her recycling and garbage bin.  According to her, they're given an ID number and the ones we have been using are not ours and are hers.  I'm like, "you crazy!" because the dog poop has nothing to do with the bin stealing, but whatevers.  I call Toronto's universal line, 311, and as it turns out, our garbage can ISN'T ours! The recycling can is ours, the green bins are like everyone's - they're not given a unique identifier.  So according to the rep I talked to at the City, the City is "opening an investigation" into our M.I.A. bin which will be concluded WITHIN THIRTY DAYS, at which point, if they can't find my bin (and let's think about this here: what are they going to do?  CSI that shiz?  Put up signs?  Take statements?), they send me a replacement one.  I'm like, "where am I supposed to put my garbage for a month?" and the rep is all like, "who said that? Is that a crazy talking squirrel?" So whatever.  

I go over to Mad Eye's house and tell her what I learned.  She explains, in her Mad Eye Moody way, that she was angry cuz she thought we called animal control (and I assured her we didn't) and she thought we hated dogs.  I explain that I have no problem with dogs, but the reason I don't have a dog is because I don't want to pick up dog poop, so you can imagine how frustrating it is to NOT have a dog and STILL have to deal with dog poop.  Anyway, she calmed down and seemed reasonable about it.  She was also mad that I contacted the property management person but I was like, well look, we'd already asked you a few times and you hadn't done anything...so we didn't know what to do..." and she's all like, "well, I'd appreciate you telling me because every time they get a complaint I get a mark next to my name" and I kinda clucked sympathetically but internally I was like, "well, BE NORMAL ABOUT STUFF THEN!" but obviously I didn't say that.  So she agreed to clean out our green bin for us and that was that.

I was mentally exhausted from it all yesterday.  It was just too much!  Thankfully we had an episode of Game of Thrones to watch, which I washed down with one of two (!) free coconut waters Dr. Rei and I scored on our lunchtime walk yesterday.  I was also feeling down because we had that crappy dinner the Dotytron had made.  It was an unsatisfying night with a happy ending in the form of coconut water and fantasy political intrigue.



Tonight was Friday Night Takeout Night, so we checked out this new place my neighbour (a totally normal neighbour) hepped me to, called Leslieville Pumps.  They took over this old convenience store attached to a gas station and put in a new façade, but I had thought that the inside was still gas-station convenience store, with a new old timey country store outer. As it turns out, they've turned it into a store/take out restaurant serving smoked brisket and stuff.  We got the smoked brisket sammy (with fried onions), the pulled pork sammy (with coleslaw), and the smoked chicken sammy (with arugala and tomato).  We also got poutine, and coleslaw and cornbread muffins.  Everything was really, really good!  I have small quibbles, the barbecue sauce is applied a little too heavily and it's a bit of a one-note sauce...a sweet Kansas-city style that's a little too sweet for my personal taste.  But the coleslaw is fantastic - nice celery seed seasoning, perfect amount of light mayo dressing, great texture, and only SIXTY CENTS A PORTION!  The poutine features fresh cut fries, and real curds.  I wasn't a fan of the cornbread muffins, but that's because I really prefer my own cornbread.  This version wasn't too sweet and had pieces of fresh corn.  All in all, my quibbles were small (rhyme!), for a barbecue option that's so close, is out of a gas station, and is run by really well-intentioned, well meaning people who seemed super-hype on their project and receptive to input and constructive criticism (the owner/chef came in and was super-cute and was asking a local rubbie what he thought of the renos and was super-friendly with us).  I just think it's so cute.  The gas station part is overseen by this sweet Sri Lankan couple and apparently they're going to offer late-night curry (made by the Sri Lankan couple).  So cute!!!

I'm so pumped tonight is Friday, guys.

Fin.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Summer style

STOP THE PRESSES.  I just bought the most flattering, awesome, sexy, flirty bathing suit ever!  Yes, I have a *bit* of a bathing suit buying problem.  I have like, a million bikinis.  But what is a 30-something year old supposed to do when you're taking your kid to the pool and you don't want to be hot to trot, letting it all hang out?  You get a retro, 50s style, halter with ruching and a sweet, low-cut bottom that makes you look like Natalie Woods waiting for James Dean, that's what.  This suit flatters EVERYONE.  I convinced Dr. Rei to get a similar style like, 6 years ago and it's still her go-to.  So I finally broke myself of my two-piece addiction and jumped into one-piece-ville and I LOVE THIS SUIT!  It's so cute on!  I really wanted something I could wear when I'm like, at the neighbourhood pool or like, at the cottage with my mother-in-law where I don't look like the neighbourhood tramp.  Not that there's anything wrong with looking like the neighbourhood tramp (why else am I getting up in the morning to run, if not to get myself into bikini-ready form?), but it's just not *always* appropriate.  Anyway, this suit is totally adorable and I'm pretty sure it would look good on everyone, which is why it was the go-to shape way back when, when women were allowed to be curvy and round.  Or in my case, flat-chested and boyish, in which case the gathering and boning around the bust gives the impression of curves.



I also just panic-purchased 2 more pairs of those Gap, really skinny black pants because I suddenly got all nervous that they were going to discontinue them or something and then I'd be SCREWED because I wore my one pair like, a million times this past year.  They were my go-to pants.  I can't say enough about how awesome these pants are.  Do you want something that looks good at work, with a blazer, a t-shirt, a sweater, a tunic top, with flats, heels, boots, or sneakers?  DO YOU?  Well you should!  Because if you DON'T, you're crazy!  So comfortable, so snug, more substantial than leggings, great material, perfect amount of stretch, wears in perfectly.  If Gap discontinues these pants, they're idiots.



This skirt is also on my radar.  Ever since I missed out on the pleated circle skirt from the Jason Wu for Target collaboration, I've been wanting a sweetly retro, full pleated skirt that would look so sharp with a crisp white short-sleeved blouse tucked in.  This one might be a little too self-consciously retro for me.  Also, I'm on a bit of a clothes buying diet.

I'm currently obsessed with looking like a lady.  Obsessed!  This is actually a long-running fixation that started lo so many years ago with my Marc Jacobs love.  Sweet rounded collars, tie necks, ruffles, prim buttons, and blouses, blouses, blouses galore!  Sheer blouses are huge right now.  I love mustard yellow - such a great neutral!  Goes well with navy, white, jeans, black, grey.  

This is the Des Colores blouse.  I already have it in a sapphire/teal sheer...but this blouse is sooo flattering!  I love it.  Granted, you have to wear a lot of layers underneath - bra, cami, then the blouse.  It definitely makes you need to upgrade your underwears.  All this dressing like a lady has me on the search for a SLIP! A SLIP!  What is this - Mad Men?!??!  As you can see, they also make the Des Colores blouse in solids...but the kelly green is the only colour I'd consider.  Otherwise, sheer all the way.



You can definitely see that I'm stuck on a certain refrain, here.  Soft, sheer, feminine, bold colours, fluttery sleeves (which are different from cap sleeves.  Cap sleeves - almost universally unflattering.  Fluttery sleeves - almost universally flattering).  

Finally, because I am either into dressing like a lady or into dressing like a 70s hippie mama (I just spent an hour bookmarking vintage muumuus), here is another more casual top for weekends, jeans, hanging out at the playground without looking like a tart.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...it's so satisfying cataloguing clothes I like.  It's satisfies the urge to buy without resulting in any spending.  That's why Pinterest is so successful, I guess.
  
Last night for dinner we had that Greek mac'n'cheese from Saveur magazine.  I did all the prep (sautĂ©eing the spinach, grating the kefalotyri, etc.and the Dotytron put it together (making the bechamel, cooking the pasta).  I doubled the recipe for all the parts and used 2 boxes of whole wheat macaroni.  Has anyone else noticed that whole wheat pasta comes in smaller quantities than like Di Cecco or Barilla?  Like a box of Di Cecco macaroni is always 500 grams but a box of Cavatelli whole wheat macaroni is only 300-something grams.  Weird.  Anyway, it worked out well.  2 (300-something) boxes of whole wheat macaroni yielded 3 8" square casserole dishes of the macaroni and cheese.  We ate one last night and got to freeze 2 for the week.  Perfect!  That makes the time worthwhile.  I LOVE this dish.  It's creamy, cheesy, salty.  I love the freshness of the dill with the spinach.  I love the crispy breadcrumb topping.  So good.

Tonight we were supposed to have croque hermaphrodite...but the Dotytron went rogue and started improvising in the kitchen and it all went sideways.  I'm proud of myself, though: he still lives to tell the tale.

Fin.



Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Weekend photo recap

Busy, but enriching weekend.  On Friday night we took Momma D and Ehmdo to dinner at Pizzeria Libretto on the Danforth for Momma D's birthday.  I really love Libretto, especially the Danforth iteration, which takes reservations.  The food is consistent, the menu is appetizing, the food is well-executed, and the price is fair.  You can have a really nice meal for two with booze, all-in for under $100.  

The gnocchi fritti.  Little crispy balls of fried semolina (I think) gnocchi, with rosemary and a lemon cream smear on the bottom.

Siblings!

The porchetta appetizer.  I love this.  Pork belly, atop a square of their pizza dough, with chinotto (!!!) barbecue sauce, a tangle of arugala, cippolini onions, and best of all, thin slices of thai bird chilies.  Soooo good.

The Dotyron's salad of pancetta, arugala, pear, walnuts, brussels sprouts and a deep fried poached egg.

The Big Yam wearing Ehmdo's glasses.  He picked his own shirt to wear to daycare that day.  I figured that since I control every aspect of his life and tell him no so often, it's important to give him moments to have some agency.

We went to Riverdale Farm on Saturday and visited Poppa D at the Necropolis.  We saw all the animals running around.  The Big Yam was afraid of the chickens, which was kind of cute.  We also asked him what a cow says and he said, slowly and all sing-songy, "cooooooooooowww" and then followed it up with "mooo."  So cute!


On Saturday night we had S-Dawg over for dinner.  I made us a Passover-like meal of braised brisket with carrots and mushrooms.  Steamed green beans and a poppyseed kugel.  I made David Lebovitz's Chocolate Idiot Cake, which is flourless, rich, decadent, and dead easy.  It's embarrassingly easy and the results are to die for.  Served it with a dollop of crème fraĂ®che to cut the richness a bit.  I can't stress enough what fantastic results this cake produces...it's definitely a recipe keeper.

Sunday morning brought a visit from this lil' lady with the cheeks that launched a thousand ships and the happiest, sweetest, open mouthed, sweet-lipped smile I've ever seen.

Coincidentally, it was National Eggs Benedict Day and I happened to make us tater tots eggs benny with crisped pancetta, avocado, and a lemony hollandaise.

Also, this happened.  All together now: awwwwwww!  

Sunday night we had dinner with K-Town and Bwonger and Dr. Rei at Banjara on Bloor West.  It was meh.  The food wasn't super-tasty, it was kind of expensive, and we got hosed into ordering too many parathas which were dry, wheaty, not that flaky, and not buttery enough.  We followed it up by heading to Menchie's for dessert.  Menchie's is a s**tshow.  Too many flavours, too many add-ins and the yogurt tastes really artificial.  I much prefer the fro-yo at Yutopia instead.  The taro flavour there is sooo good!  However, the trip to Menchie's did result in a lot of Dr. Rei lines about "Menchiewood" and how Menchie was way too into Menchiewood for his own good.


The Big Yam, as I've already mentioned, has a super-cute relationship with his Tai Poh (my Poh Poh).  They're basically like, best buds.  The last time we took her out for dinner with us, we dropped her off at home, I walked her to the door, and when I got back in the car, the Boobla lost his s**t.  He started crying and crying and calling out "Poh Poh! Poh Poh!" and was inconsolable for most of the ride home.  I think he thought we were getting out with her.  It was adorable slash heartbreaking.  Anyway, the Dotytron drew it to my attention the other day that the Big Yam has taken to kissing the photo of my grandma and grandpa that we keep in the living room.  So f**king cute, guys!

Fin.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Bedside Reading

My last book review was for The Fault in our Stars, and yet I feel like I've been reading a tonne since then, but can't remember anything.  It doesn't help that Academic Book Club is starting to go buck.  For our next meeting, we're reading: Judy Blume's Forever, an Erica Jong selection from the New York Times OR the entirety of Fear of Flying, a contemporary YA about teen sexuality, and they just threw in this literary erotica thing by Tamara Faith Berger (former sex columnist for Vice Magazine, back when you picked up a copy of Vice on your way to buy Geek Boutique phat pants - those who know, know!) called Maidenhead.  UMMMMM...REALLY?!?  I was like, "can you guys hop off my jock, because I would really love some non-book club related reading on my roster."  It took me forever just to catch up with the last reading (first time I'd ever attended a meeting without finishing the book!  I was deeply ashamed, actually, because I'm a total brown nose nerd).   Anyway, this is what I've been thumbing through of late:

This was Academic Book Club's last pick.  This is a loose continuation of Boyden's Governor General's Award-nominated novel, Three Day Road, which I read for work book club (review here).  This book is told in alternating chapters narrated by Will, an alcoholic, former-bush pilot uncle, lying in a coma in a Moosonee hospital, and his niece, Annie, a hunter and trapper who gets seduced by the life of modelling in New York City on the search for her sister, Suzanne.  The book jacket talks about "history, the secret that binds the two together" and all sorts of other, intriguing things, but the actual reality of the novel is that it's a bit of a plod.  The story is soap operaic and clumsy, the chapters narrated by Annie implausible (she's instantly taken up in the modelling world! She starts being seduced by the big city's drugs and glamour!) and amateurish.  While the character of Will is quite endearing and has a charming voice and a sad back story, I just couldn't get into this book.  It seemed to self-consciously an attempt to be "literary" and the menace of small town life in Northern Ontario veered too much into cariacture.  Actually, if I was to outline my problems with this book as a whole, it's that it too often devolved into cariacture and well-trod stereotypes.

So.  This book is kind of exciting because I was charged by Academic Book Club in my unofficial capacity as knower-of-all-things-YA (I would expand that to include "all things young and pop culture") to drum up a contemporary take on teen sexuality as a companion to Blume's Forever, which is a kind of after-school-special take on a girl pressured to have sex for the first time with the boyfriend she loves, only to find out after they do the deed that high school love isn't forever.  So I took to Twitter and asked E. Lockhart (author of the Ruby Oliver series and a personal hero of mine) and SHE RESPONDED!  DIRECT ACCESS TO ONE OF MY HERO AUTHORS!  The internet is a wonderful thing.  Anyway, she suggested Mlynowski's book, which is about a sixteen year old girl, April, whose parents got divorced after an infidelity.  She's living with her dad and his new wife, but when her dad decides to move (her mom and little brother moved to France with her mom's new beau), upset at the thought of leaving behind her life in Connecticut (and her boyfriend, Noel), she tricks her dad into letting her stay in her friend Vi's basement apartment.  Her dad thinks that Vi's mom is around when in actuality, Vi's mom is on tour.  What happens is a story told in the form of the 10 things that happened, and we follow April through her junior year as she lives on her own, deals with managing money and responsibility, and loses her virginity to her boyfriend.  This was an entertaining enough yarn, but pretty forgettable.  It wasn't DEEP YA, the way John Green is.  It wasn't gripping YA, the way fantasy stuff like Daughter of Smoke and Bone and Graceling are, and it wasn't super-squee teen love YA, the way Sarah Dessen is.  But, it did yield this line, which I thought was pretty sage advice:

"I guessed you had to forgive when you could, move on when you couldn’t, and love your family and friends for who they were instead of punishing them for who they weren’t." 

^^^ Right there.  Words to live by.  I need to do more of that in my life, fo' sho.

I had a brief dalliance with R. Crumb's illustrated Book of Genesis, but because Crumb does SUCH a phenomenal job of staying faithful to the source material (with language lifted from the Book of Genesis direct)...it's kind of borez0rz.  Yeah, crazy shiz happens in the Book of Genesis, but it's also hella boring with much begatting of so and so and more begatting and so and so living 800 years and begatting blah blah blah.  I feel like Bible stories are way more scandalous when they're retold and paraphrased.  This book does give Crumb the opportunity to revel in his (obvious) love for drawing round, bulbous people with tonnes of hair and semi-grotesque features.  That's kind of his thing.  

In other pop culture news, the internet has exploded recently with hype surrounding Lena Dunham's new, Judd Apatow-backed series, Girls, on HBO.  The talk around this has been kind of crazy, really.  It's like the whole Noah Baumbach-led crowd in NYC has taken over every intelligentsia media outlet and everyone is weighing in.  When you think about it, the Noah Baumbach-led crowd is actually a very, very small subset of society (same with the people who actually watched Dunham's feature-length debut, Tiny Furniture) - infinitesimally small, really.  I watched the first episode, which is available in its entirety on Youtube, and I dunno...it's aight.  She's been likened to Louis C.K., but I find her a lot less funny and the show has way less heart.  Louis C.K. is way more self-aware and class-conscious than Dunham's character/fictional proxy is.  Louis C.K. seems to have way more important things to say about stuff that matters - parenting, being a schlub, being depressed, race, class, the military, than Dunham's crew of disaffected, entitled, privileged mid-twenties crew.  It's basically people who are super-elite (daughters of artists, professors, etc.) with liberal arts degrees that aren't getting them anywhere, doing internships, having gross early 20s tattooed sex with losers, and then thinking about their lives too much without enough hilariousness happening (like, with NO hilariousness happening).  And characters you can't root for.  Not a winning combo, IMO.  

It keeps getting compared to Sex and the City, which I believe the media has turned more into a cultural phenomena than it actually was for anyone who wasn't a woman living in New York City at the time.  I watched Sex and the City as a semi-engaging soap opera that didn't really super-duper hold my attention.  The media would have you believe that it was THE defining show for a generation of women.  If it is, then that's super, extremely, really, really, really sad.  I can't even handle it.  

Thank goodness we have Jennifer Lawrence in this world.  Seriously, this girl is the bomb.  I'm obsessed with her.  From an interview she gave recently in Hello Magazine: 

"You know what made me fall in love with Katniss?  It was that, for once, this is a woman in a movie who is focused on something other than who her boyfriend is.  She's forced into an arena to fight for survival - she's thrown into a way and becomes a political figure without even realizing it - and that is far more interesting than her romantic life.  Look.  I loved working with both Josh and Liam.  But as far as Katniss is concerned, I think that with all she has going on, the very bottom of her priorities list is the question of who her next boyfriend is going to be."  

Then there was the series of charming talk-show interviews she did in the run-up to the Hunger Games, where her loveable, self-deprecating, adorable self really shone through and made me love her more.  This bit about feeling like an idiot flying first class, is but one example why:


Talking about an intense Harry Potter-related conversation?!  Quit it!  She's a doll.  Love that girl to bits.

I dunno...I feel like I'm either too old and conservative and too young and immature to be into Girls.  I like Mindy Kaling and the Hunger Games and Louis C.K. and my new favorite show, Downton Abbey.  Which I read as "DownTOWN Abbey" for the longest time and then had a conversation with my colleague about it (before I started watching) in the fall where I kept calling it "DownTOWN Abbey" and she corrected me in a polite way by saying it properly like, half a dozen times and I still didn't clue in.  LOL!  Anyway, this show is a very pleasant soap opera.  I'm a little conflicted because I obviously have problems with the British gentry and the class system and the show has a way of making it seem like the quiet nobility of the staff is the awesomest thing ever or at least, humanizing and normalizing the inequities of the economic social strata.  Let me be clear here: the British fixation with breeding and class is a horrible, horrible thing.  But the show is a delightful diversion.  It makes me laugh because they'll show "scenes from next week's episode" and it'll be someone sitting on a gorgeous settee with a knitted brow saying something like, "there are rumours that you are NOT a virtuous woman!" and me and the Dotytron are sitting there, mouths agape, going, "OH NO YOU DI'N'T!"  The anachronisms are part of what makes it so hilarious.  

Sigh.  Downton and Game of Thrones are making me so happy right now.  Anything that's miles away from the headspace of sad-sack entitled, lily-white a-holes in NYC, please!

Fin.