Yesterday I bought lunch for JVL and I, which we snarfed down in the office at the Snail. Assorted Meats Chow Mein ($6.50) and General Chicken ($7) from the Peter Street Deli. Less than $20 for a massive meal for two, and it was utterly delicious. For Torontonians looking for good Chinese food, I recommend. Yum.
Last night came by to see the new digs, and she and I had some celebratory new-condo apples and grapes and cheese (FYI, if you’ve ever tried and liked Port Salut, a handy tidbit of information is that that is only a brand name – the cheese itself is known as Saint-Paulin, and you can ask for it generically at any good cheese shop) and wine (for medicinal purposes only) and looked over the facilities and have decided that we need to make good use of the gym in my building to start a workout date together once a week. I think this is an excellent plan.
After she scooted home, JVL and I stayed downtown at the condo again, and this time we had a guest – his cousin Emily, who looked a little scared of the shiny Ikea newness of the place. I keep forgetting the difference in home experiences between my partner and his family and I: my childhood was spent moving from newly-built home to newly-built home, so I’m completely acclimatized to living in freshly framed and drywalled, white-primed rooms with no soul or history. I’ve never had what you could call a “family homestead” or “roots”. Our houses have never had history or significance beyond what we’ve created during our (usually brief) tenures there. I can only imagine the shock for JVL, who has chosen to live in a house that has sheltered his family for three generations now. A place with no memories or associations must be damned weird.
And now, back to work. Oh! Oh! Wait! The same coworker who explored the apogee of willful ignorance on February 7th regarding the name & date of Holocaust Memorial Day had another stellar comment for me this morning.
I asked him, during our morning meeting, where he was at with some materials I need for a binder that is due tomorrow. He said they weren’t in the approvals process, and I left it at that, waiting until after the meeting to explore the matter in more detail.
When I did this, asking where, exactly, the products were (had he started writing them? had he thought about them at all? did he remember where and who he was?) he told me he was ‘working on them’ and then gave me a bitching out about asking him about products he had clearly not begun to develop THE DAY BEFORE THEY ARE DUE during the morning meeting in front of management, because it might raise questions about why it wasn’t done yet and then ASK him where the hell it was.
EXCUSE ME?!?! I don’t think I need to comment on the appalling lack of personal responsibility for one’s actions exhibited by that comment. There endeth my work-rant for today.
Reading: Finished ‘Brideshead’ last night. Still on book one of ‘Ring and the Book’. Haven’t found thesis yet. Grr.
Thank you for posting those links – I was actually going to ask you for details on that cheese, because I forgot, and damn it was good.
I wonder if the little cheeseshop under the Manulife centre carries it?
I think I will check it out on my way home. Because March? Is all about PURCHASING GROCERIES and EATING THEM IN MY HOME. My take-out addiction has gotten out of control. With options like chinese, thai, sushi, swiss chalet, harveys, pizza… I’ve got to clamp down or I’m going to break myself!
Also? VERY much looking forward to using
you shamelesslyyour new fitness facilities to embark on our mutual quest for fitness! Meat’s wedding is June 11th! I need to get cracking! When can we start?Yes! Alex Farm Products (the shop under the Manulife) *does* carry it, to the point that I in fact bought the very cheese we were eating there! I am about to post a “my top 5 gourmet cheeses” meme, as soon as I remember the name of my favorite sheep cheese, which always eludes me.
We can and will start working out together. Timing is challenging. I have class Tues & Wed 7-9pm. I’d love to shoot for one or both of those days, anytime between 5 and 7pm. I will have to run off to class at 6:45pm, but you can keep working out without me if you feel not done, since all the doors lock behind you on the way out. Otherwise, Saturday would be my day of choice, anytime after 9am when Justin goes to work, until he comes home at 9pm.
Let me know, here or in email.
I thought Saturday would be no good for you because I assumed you’d be in Weston. But if Saturday works for you, it’s highly ideal for me – maybe sometime around noonish, as I typically sleep in until about 11am on weekends and am loathe to give that up – it would be a good way to “start” the day.
Tuesday or Wednesday around 5:20 also works well for me – Maybe we could try to fit in two times a week (one weekday + Saturday)? I mean, to really see any results, that’s kind of the bare minimum anyway. And then if we start to get too busy, we can be flexible with timing on Saturdays, or do the other weeknight, or whatever.
It sounds kind of complicated, but it really isn’t. It’s just flexible.
What do you think?
Now *I* want to know the name of your favourite sheep cheese. Remember it, dammnit!
I love Port Salut!!
…how much I love that there is even a website called `cheese.com’? How fun is that?
C
Assorted Meats Chow Mein ($6.50) and General Chicken
I thought you were vegetarian?
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All this cheese talk is making me drooly.
Chrissy and I one made an entire dinner outta extree old white cheddar and rice crackers…and wine.
*drool*
I may also be a *tich* exhausted.
For oh so long, I refused to sup on the meat of the fields, but I have relented of late. My conscience seems to have taken a rest on this issue; it began when I had a personal trainer, about a year and a half ago, who was exasperated with my lack of protein intake, and wanted me to build muscle mass but said it would be challenging on nothing but tofu.
I started back onto chicken at that point, and when I moved in with Justin, the slow slide to pork and steak began as I realized I’d have to cook separate meals for us since there is no way to fuel his metabolism on veggies alone. The man needs meat, and I am too lazy to continue making two dishes at every meal.
I may segue back into vegetarianism once more, at some later date, but probably not for a few years yet.
I too have been known to get ants in my pants over being asked for things that aren’t done in situations where I’d rather that truth didn’t come to the surface. However, I have never been under the impression that it’s anyone’s fault other than my own. :p
Houses: we are housing-‘tude twins. My family traditionally switches houses every 5 years (my parents are on Year 10 of their current house and it’s like the Twilight Zone in there); the boy’s family has lived in the same house since the day they BUILT IT WITH THE BACKBREAKING LABOUR OF THEIR OWN HANDS. I just don’t comprehend.
Chicken is totally the handbasket in which one rides the zip line to carnivorousness.
Curse you, Churrasco of St. Clair!!
I on the other hand had the worst chinese of my LIFE yesterday. Yes, worse than New Ho/Old Ho. Blech.