Writing for the joy of it.
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greenstormAfter reading a post on Valentine's Day, I wandered over to Angus and said, "happy not-Valentine's day!" and gave him a hug.
"I'm glad it's not Valentine's day," he responded.
"Hey, we had a nice Valentine's day this year," I reminded him.
"Yeah, this year wasn't bad," he conceded.
I always win little things like that on technicalities and semantics.
He generally wins when we're addressing the substance of the matter.
The little exchange reminded me just how many people are walking wounded when it comes to relationships. I definitely have been, and in fact probably still have tons of hidden baggage somewhere, but the boy and I have been whittling down our respective piles slowly. We've made good progress. The framework for this relationship is one of mutual support, which means first of all that we maintain the separation of individuals enough to be able to tell more or less where our selves begin and end, and secondly that we place that self in the service of the other's well-being as one of our top priorities. I never write about it because, though it does take work, it's not dramatic. It's also everpresent, which adds difficulty to the writing. I also (oddly enough) don't care about analysing it all that much. I guess we all can break character from time to time.
I felt like I had a lot more to say in this vein, but I have just realised that it's seven in the morning and I badly want to take myself out for food, but that the place which sells cod roe udon right around the corner won't be open till 1pm. That is patently ridiculous. I could go out to a diner (the Templeton is a very good breakfast place and it's close) but I really want my noodles in salty creamy goo (huh, that was totally unintentional). The next best thing is atomic orange macaroni and cheese, and cheese really doesn't make my body happy. There are no egg tarts in my neighborhood (that will be addressed by the next move, oh yes it will) and the only bbq pork steam buns I want to eat anymore come from that place at Keefer and Gore with the steamer (though I guess T&T has a dim sum counter) and that place wouldn't be open anyhow.
What this town really needs is a couple more good congee joints (a la Happy King at Renfrew and 1st or the Penny) open for breakfast in my immediate vicinity.
What do ethnically white people have for breakfast besides wheat and eggs and maybe oats? There's gotta be something. It's probably not of something open near me in any case.
What do you have for breakfast?
Where do you eat in downtown Vancouver?
Do you ever take yourself joyfully out for dinner (where by dinner I mean any meal), or conversely make yourself dinner in and eat it in a cozy state of self-nourishing bliss?
Oooo, maybe I'll wait and hit tanpopo up for 11:30 or noon when Angus leaves for gaming. All you can eat sashimi for lunch sounds awful nice. Anyone wanna join me?
"I'm glad it's not Valentine's day," he responded.
"Hey, we had a nice Valentine's day this year," I reminded him.
"Yeah, this year wasn't bad," he conceded.
I always win little things like that on technicalities and semantics.
He generally wins when we're addressing the substance of the matter.
The little exchange reminded me just how many people are walking wounded when it comes to relationships. I definitely have been, and in fact probably still have tons of hidden baggage somewhere, but the boy and I have been whittling down our respective piles slowly. We've made good progress. The framework for this relationship is one of mutual support, which means first of all that we maintain the separation of individuals enough to be able to tell more or less where our selves begin and end, and secondly that we place that self in the service of the other's well-being as one of our top priorities. I never write about it because, though it does take work, it's not dramatic. It's also everpresent, which adds difficulty to the writing. I also (oddly enough) don't care about analysing it all that much. I guess we all can break character from time to time.
I felt like I had a lot more to say in this vein, but I have just realised that it's seven in the morning and I badly want to take myself out for food, but that the place which sells cod roe udon right around the corner won't be open till 1pm. That is patently ridiculous. I could go out to a diner (the Templeton is a very good breakfast place and it's close) but I really want my noodles in salty creamy goo (huh, that was totally unintentional). The next best thing is atomic orange macaroni and cheese, and cheese really doesn't make my body happy. There are no egg tarts in my neighborhood (that will be addressed by the next move, oh yes it will) and the only bbq pork steam buns I want to eat anymore come from that place at Keefer and Gore with the steamer (though I guess T&T has a dim sum counter) and that place wouldn't be open anyhow.
What this town really needs is a couple more good congee joints (a la Happy King at Renfrew and 1st or the Penny) open for breakfast in my immediate vicinity.
What do ethnically white people have for breakfast besides wheat and eggs and maybe oats? There's gotta be something. It's probably not of something open near me in any case.
What do you have for breakfast?
Where do you eat in downtown Vancouver?
Do you ever take yourself joyfully out for dinner (where by dinner I mean any meal), or conversely make yourself dinner in and eat it in a cozy state of self-nourishing bliss?
Oooo, maybe I'll wait and hit tanpopo up for 11:30 or noon when Angus leaves for gaming. All you can eat sashimi for lunch sounds awful nice. Anyone wanna join me?
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Date: 2010-02-20 04:14 pm (UTC)But no, what I like for breakfast is dinner. Leftovers. Shepherd's pie, big bowl of steamed broccoli, leftover pad thai, or stir fry. Something tasty and delicious.
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Date: 2010-02-21 03:17 am (UTC)I don't much like the typical North American breakfast. The classic Greek breakfast is a cup of thick coffee and bread or biscotti-like cookies, followed by a decent lunch later -- but I don't do that, either.
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Date: 2010-02-20 09:43 pm (UTC)-2 corn tortillas, fried, with some slices of elk sausage and piled with last night's roasted root veggies.
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Date: 2010-02-22 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-22 02:19 am (UTC)today - eggs, hash rounds, sausage (Polish or German, i forget which)
yesterday - eggs, blueberry pancakes, sausage (the same sort)
Actually, technically egg whites rather than eggs.
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Date: 2010-02-22 06:16 am (UTC)Pancakes or Crepes or Scones if I'm feeling like having a "proper" breakfast.
I miss blintzes, it's hard to find them here. (Dunfalach's icon brought that to mind)