If we were chatting over a cup of tea, I’d tell you my life-long obsession with mint Oreo Blizzards has reached an all-time high. I am obsessed. I want one multiple times a day. And My Other Half won’t let me, probably because I eat way too many perogies. With sour cream and Frank’s, obviously. Speaking of which, I normally buy the cheapest bacon/cheese flavoured perogies I can find (except when Costco has a specialty kiosk with jalapeno bacon ones), but recently indulged and bought authentic, Ukrainian perogies at the only specialty shop in Ottawa – Perogies Takeout. It’s just a tiny, family-run shop, with a canteen/cafeteria-type setup. You can buy hot, ready-to-eat perogies for $1.50 each, or frozen perogies (although already boiled) for $1.50. I found this super expensive, especially since my jumbo bag of No Name perogies only costs $4.99, but then I remembered my experience making perogies… and realized I’d sure as heck be charging that much, if not more. Perogies are SO MUCH WORK. But they’re soo delicious… anyway, moral of the story? Cheap perogies are just as good. The authentic, expensive ones weren’t anything to write home about (although I do love supporting a private, family-run shop like that).
If were chatting over a cup of tea, I’d tell you about the Thai feast we made for Jumbo’s belated birthday present last night. On the menu: potstickers, yellow curry with chicken, green curry with shrimp, red curry with beef and chicken pad thai. The only problem is… we made way too much. As in we’ll be eating Thai for lunch every day this week. Whoops.
If were chatting over a cup of tea this morning, I’d want to talk about Big Brother. Is anyone insanely bored this season? I mean, I still love the show and watch religiously, but everything has been so predictable. I don’t like how Amanda and McRae are running the household. I want Amanda or Spencer out, like, yesterday. I really like McRae and now (unfortunately) like Aaryn… and I used to love Helen, but when she starts brown-nosing in her condescending/patronizing way, I find it hard to watch. She can be completely un-genuine. Oh and don’t get me started on GinaMarie. Woof.
If we were chatting over a cup of tea this morning, I’d tell you how bad my abs hurt from the GYM. That’s right. My Other Half has motivated me to return to GoodLife. I’ve been twice since the race I ran in early June, and he’s warmed me up to the co-ed location way closer to our house. It’s actually 1.5 kms away. Terrific. Anyway, he got me doing this crazy leg-raising thing for your lower abs… and basically it hurts to so much as roll over in bed. The worst. But I am glad I’m back at the gym. Especially when I have someone who knows what they’re doing with weights to take me.