Jerk Chicken Frittatta - Joe loved this. He has already requested I make this often.

Detail shot of the pasta, chicken, prosciutto and egg mixture with its lovely golden cheese top.

Tiramisu. Delicious, decadent and way too fattening for us, but what the hell, right?

A fuzzy detail show of the lady fingers and cream layers with cocoa topping. Brilliant dessert!

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Slow cooker pot roast with au jus, plated with delicious oven roasted vegetables.

Cinnamon raisin Texas toast dipped in thinned out pancake batter French Toast.

Yellow cake with keylime icing and flaked coconut on top.

Fillet Amondine with white fish and orange-butter sauce. Needs more flavour, but yummy.

Marcella Hazan’s Fish Soup. Lovely. Very yummy over white fish.

Cubanelle Cheese Biscuits. Very good. Must use jalapenos next time, though.

Butter cream filled vanilla cookies, made with my Williams-Sonoma Acorn Cakelette pan.

I was very nicely told to, in not so many words, jump up a commenter’s ass on another person’s blog. How lovely and polite of her.

Ah, who am I trying to kid? Fuck her! If she got her head out of her books or ass once in awhile, she would realise that some of us have seen some shit in our long 40 years. Some serious shit. And just because some of my stories appear to her irrelevant to the topic at hand, not all of my stories have to be direct to have a point that may punctuate, compliment, illustrate, illuminate or even shed some insight onto something the rest of the readers can benefit or even learn from.

My mother raised seven kids, alone, in a housing project. She also ran a home daycare. I have seen people come and go, experienced a lot of stuff first and second hand - stuff that I’m afraid she will only be able to read about in case studies. I honestly feel bad for this woman. I do. She will always be lacking real world knowledge, and lack experience in the human condition. She will never fully understand. She will never really get it. And that will always hold her back in her chosen profession. She won’t think so, but that’s her arrogance talking.

Anyway…

< end of this dumb-ass story that has nothing to do with anything >

PS: *snort snort snort*

While at someone’s home for a long weekend bbq, some of the guests sat around chewing the fat before dinner, and one of the topics of conversation was the recent Tamil protests in Toronto. The man started off by saying, “Oh, those damn Iraqis are at it again.”

I became instantly confused, and asked for clarity, “Um, are you talking about the Tamils protesting in the downtown core of Toronto?” Our exchange is as follows:

Him: Tamils, Iraqis - same thing.
Me: No, it isn’t.
Him: *getting hot under the collar* Well, what’s the difference??
Me: Um, a whole country?
Him: Let me ask you this - do Tamils wear turbans, too?
Me: Not sure, but I suppose some of them might if they are Muslims.
Him: Then they’re the same to me!!
Me: Actually, saying they are doesn’t make it true. That would be like someone saying you’re black. It’s not true in the least because you’re NOT black.

I got up at this point and hit the bathroom to end this innane conversation. I cannot believe this crap. WTF…? Is this the way people are still thinking eight years after 9/11?!? Seriously? Will it ever end?