The meals I've been making with food items I find in Andrea's fridge.

Chicken with Pineapple and Peanuts.

I marinated cut up chicken with soya sauce, sugar, sesame oil, franks hot sauce, crushed peanuts and chunks of pineapple.  I also added a glug of port and balsamic vinegar.
let sit in the fridge a few hours.
I chopped a few cloves of garlic and sauteed them with some butter. added the marinade, added frozen peas and tad ah! dinner! Serve over white basmati rice

Hot Italian Sausage with Sour Cream, Red Onions, and Port

boil the sausages in a pan beforehand. prick holes in the sausage so the fat can ooze out. set aside.
Cut a whole red onion and sautee it with garlic and one part butter one part olive oil.
add port. Once the onions have softened a little, add the sausages to the pan and add some sour cream.
add some franks hot sauce and some Dijon. very lovely tasting.


Tuna and Rice Casserole, with some frozen Peas.

Some day-old rice is perfect for this. add a can of tuna to the rice, thinly slice some chives and add to the mix. a dollop of cream cheese, mayonnaise and Dijon. add the peas, some Parmesan, a dash of soya sauce. mix. cover with shredded cheese and Parmesan. place in the oven (350) . 20 minutes later you are eating! Also at the last minute set it to broil so the cheese gets a little golden.

All of the above ingredients I found in her fridge and cupboard. I made it my mission create dishes with what was at hand.
The project proved tasty.

I did spend money on the Chocolate Almond Cake, and it was worth every dollar and ever calorie.

thanks for reading y'all.
keep eating, 'cause, you know: LIFE IS SHORT
B

A conversation with A second chance.

The luxury of Unemployment guides me to slothful coffee mornings and even slothier mid-afternoon baths.
Leisurely walks through the snow at night.
Just because.


And now - for ART making!!
My oh-so-lovely and ultra talented friend Lizzy said,  "...make a... make a collage".
And so I did.
Collage: the untroubled way to instantaneous reward.
Burglarize from a few found - but not sought out- sources
to create one work.
Random (?) words, phrases, photos:
I and this collage are at the mercy of materials at hand.
...
Picking Choosing
....Fitting Gluing
and TadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaH!
ART!

And like good (?) Art does, it sparked discussion, animated insight,  manufactured TRUTH.

(The mind: what treasure; what torture)

What are you made of?

.......
Happy Endings




Isn't it?

Simple.

Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music- the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people.
Forget yourself.

doing nothing and loving the nothingness. pressure free in 2011

waking up at 11:30 or so, making coffee and lying in bed with my best friend, talking boyz and life.
some things never change, thank god.

sitting out on the balcony and smoking nasty ciggies...
some things never change....
ewww- so bad for my bod.

asking why
(some things never change....)
 knowing you will never get the answer.

going to bed at 3am or so.. snuggling with the cat and my friend
some things are
as is
as regular as the seasons.
thank god.

Sci Fi Death Dream. Happy 2011 everybody!

Happy new Yeaaaaaaaaaaare!

Hello beloved  Baths And Beer blog readers. I wish you a healthy and fun filled 2011, stuffed with a ton of loving and laughing and epicurean delights!

 I preface this post with a creative and creepy dream I had last night. Actually, it was the impetus to start writing again.  So I am happy to be here, typing away, instead of agonizing on my next plan of attack for 2011.

In the dream I decide to stop my diddle daddling in Canada, go back to India without any real plans and live it up, this time in the south.
In the dream I decide to stop living in my head and start living out my dream of being the adventure-filled globe-trotting person that I desire to be. I am in some type of outdoor specialty shop, searching for a new back pack(think Moutain Equipment Co-Op or The North Face).
In the dream I am still very much in my head, thinking 'ah fuck it, stop worrying about finding love, about getting married, about having kids, about learning Hindi, about gluttonous pig out sessions, about finding the ideal teaching gig, just be, gosh, B!' I walk towards a wire bin full of back packs...
In comes a man with a gun. He is dressed like he is about to climb a mountain. The gun is futuristic looking, a brushed silver and mat navy blue, with a wide barrel. He shoots at nothing and a spray of white smoke comes out. Next the smoke materializes into a jacket, then pants, then hiking boots. I look up this outfit and see a man(not a real man, real looking but I know he is a robot) in the hood of the gortex jacket. The robot then pulls out his hand from his jacket pocket, brandishing a similar looking gun and points it at me. Again not a bullet comes out but a pffffffft sound accompanied by white smoke. I try to run out of the store, but my legs are not following my brain. I finally get to the exit and open the door, but once I do another mountain hiking robot is there to greet me and shoots the pfft smoke in my face... all I can think about as I feel myself falling into a fateful slumber and slow motion crumbling onto the sun lit sidewalk is that I wasted SO MUCH FUCKING TIME WORRYING about the FUTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up in a mood. Did I just die by some strange smoke robot? Why? F- the Universe cares not for why. Why is not important. But because of this dream I decide to stop worrying.

Being unemployed with no foreseeable prospects is a reality that I am struggling with. Yeah, to the onlooker it could look like a ton of fun to wake up whenever, do whatever, and go to bed whenever. Yet there is a pressure in all my freedom.

Every day is a gift, right?

I spent New Years eve and day at my best friend's parents cottage. We came back to Ottawa late Monday night, to yellow crime scene tape and a couple cop cars at her apartment building. The basement tenant was stabbed to death and was found outside the building new years day. It's an ongoing investigation. No one really knows what happened. When your time is up, your time is up, I guess.

Every day is a present, indeed.

So, my 2011 is about adventure and uncertainty.  I'm going to be that Hindi speaking, Life adoring, Dosa eating, Children teaching, and Portrait photographing individual that I wish to be.

Stability can wait. And I already have a back pack.