back on the meat train
Get your mind out of the gutters, dirty birds. This doesn’t mean what you might think it does.
One significant lifestyle change I made while in Mexico (other than to eat dessert with every meal, but I doubt that will carry on here in Edmonton) was to decide that, after a year of eating no red meat, I want to reintroduce it to my diet.
To that end, while away on vacation I had so. much. bacon! and the first few bites of steak in over a year. And I can’t emphasize strongly enough just how delicious the steak was. And it’s a lot harder to chew than I remember! The restaurant was beautiful, and everyone else’s dishes were delicious. I got the garlic fish, and it was like biting into garlic bread with a tasty fish surprise in the middle (and why does everything relating to food have the potential to sound dirty?). I took a few bites of my dad’s steak, since I didn’t want to order my own and eat it all in one go off the bat. That would’ve been a recipe for disaster, methinks.
While I’ve been eating chicken and fish since March of last year (making me more of a pescetarian with an affinity for chicken and turkey, if you want to put a label on it) I’ve decided that enough is enough, and I’ve proven to myself and my body that it can survive without the AAA Alberta beef that I had become accustomed to. The bacon and steak on vacation didn’t disrupt my stomach too much (my main reason for going off red meat in the first place: undiagnosed stomach issues) and it’s just delicious every once in awhile.
There are certain foods that I don’t think I’ll ever eat again, or favour the vegetarian options instead; processed sandwich meat is one of them, the veggie breakfast sausage patties the other.
But to know now that a steak sandwich is an option again, and I will eat roast beef at Christmastime is awesome.
Next time I go out for dinner I’m getting my steak on.
music is a funny thing
This year’s Grammys (which I didn’t watch; I can’t sit through awards shows) had another hilarious twist, much like last year’s surprise win in Best New Album category by the Arcade Fire.
Bon Iver, a band I definitely enjoy, won the accolade of best new artist this year, surprising everyone who was rooting for nominees Nicki Minaj (can’t stand her) and Skrillex.
Similarly, no one seemed to know exactly who the eff Bon Iver was (or “Bonny Bear,” as it was misheard as by thousands of disgruntled fans). This article made me chuckle, but this comment is depressing as hell:
“What the fuck? Who the fuck is bon iver? Hello bitches nicki minaj should have won, she has her own nail polish line. And lipstick by mac,” a disgruntled Minaj fan wrote.
Why in the world is it relevant to have a nail polish line and a MAC lipstick to win a music award?? And this is why no one knows Bon Iver; they’re a musical act and nothing more. Sigh.
I also hate that face Minaj makes in every. single. picture.
stop it. just stop it.
I’m glad that Bon Iver won, because they’re a great act still about the music.
I was going to go into more detail than this with the blog entry, but what else can be said? I <3 Bon Iver, yay for them, dislike Nicki Minaj, glad she didn’t win, it’s sad that younger demographics don’t listen to some of the more alternative or indie acts. That’s all!
first day back
Well, not really. I landed back in Canada-land at 4am on February 17 (instead of the 10pm February 16 when we were supposed to). Airline delays are killer, and especially so when you didn’t think to bring your laptop for entertainment on the trip.
I went entirely unplugged during this vacation, spare popping online in the business centre to send the occasional message to Thomas and a few tweets. It was nice, but I started to miss blogging, commenting on other blogs, writing in general. I guess that means I chose the right career.
The photos haven’t been edited, so I can’t do the photodump yet. I took pictures up to a certain point, then just completely stopped (and isn’t that always the way?). I can’t wait to get a better phone (my Blackberry is a piece of crap) so that I can take a phone instead of a DSLR on trips.
You want the first blog back after a break to be amazing and witty, funny, charming, showing all your readers exactly what they’ve been missing. I can’t write those blogs (or at least, not in my own mind).
I’m happy to be home. I missed my man, my cats, my life, my routines. My friends!
The resort was beautiful, but it wasn’t for a younger crowd. Most people there were in their 50s+ or under 18. I did find a 14-year-old buddy at the swim-up bar one day though. I’m pretty sure he was crushing on me, and it was super cute.
Since I’ve been home, I’ve been trying to tackle the mountain of laundry that has eaten all of the clothes I want to wear (shame on me for not doing the wash before a left, and a week’s worth of beach and vacation clothes on top didn’t help). It took all day yesterday, but it’s finally done. Now I have to go about putting some food back in our fridge (it’s pathetically empty) and straightening up the general chaos of our little townhouse. It’s not that the house is messy; it’s really not. It’s just exactly as I left it, and I wanted to get some of those projects done beforehand (but of course left packing until the absolute last second).
Today is all about the groceries, the cat boxes (and my furry little friends have never been so happy to have me around!) and going out for dinner tonight. I haven’t spent quality time with Thomas in almost two weeks now and it’s starting to weigh on me. I’ve missed him!
So tonight we’re going to make up for lost time.
