Nothin’ Much
Mike made himself dinner! I came to investigate when I heard it get quiet in the kitchen:
Well, okay. Quesadilla with a side of cheese and salami. Why not?
Yesterday I was at the grocery store looking at cantaloupes (88¢ each!) when I heard through a very thick accent:
lady: “You’re throweeng avay money!”
me: “I’m sorry?”
lady (conspiratorially): “I bought two of sose yesterday and I throw them avay! Can’t eat sem they are so bad.”
me: “Oh, thank you for telling me.”
lady: “Throweeng avay money!”
me: “Yes, I am taking your advice. I won’t get one.”
lady: “You’d think sese people vould know how to grow a cantaloupe!”
me: “Um…”
So there you have it. I’m not 100% sure who “these people” are but I have a good guess. And then I debated for a long time on buying one anyway, just to karmically negate what she’d said. But I couldn’t do it. Her weird cantaloupe curse spooked me. I bought mangoes instead.
July 22nd, 2010 | Food Rant
What was the cleaver for?
The mangos were delicious.
The cleaver is for cutting quesadillas, obviously. I use it for pretty much everything.
Beaver Cleaver?
What is in the can in the background? Coffee something…?
Coffee! Mike buys it by the case. UCC brand. It’s pretty good for when you want an iced coffee but can’t be bothered to walk to the cafe. Or make it yourself.
Wow. I am an uncultured Canadian…we don’t have crazy stuff like that up here. I wish we did, my life would be so much more amazing!
You’re nuts. You know how much I want poutine? A lot more than I want Japanese canned coffee.
Oh yeah, and Aaron? Mike uses the cleaver for everything. Everything. Need a slice of pie? Cleaver. Slice of cheese? Cleaver. Slice of salami? Cleaver. Okay, those are the only three things he cuts.
I really think “these people” just means people who are supposed to grow food. Because, uh, they’re farmers. With melon trees. They should know how to grow a motherfucking melon.
Sean ONLY knows how to “cook” like that. He can boil pasta, heat up frozen prepared foods, and put cold things from the fridge in between slices of bread. WHY DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE MYSELF?
Get your relatives to send you the poutine gravy mix (yes, it is a cop-out but it makes a passible substitute when you are fiending for the cheese curds and fries)