Trick rabbit

Can you find the hidden sentence?

Gold you are like gold to me I

said before you compared me to a timid rabbit and now you bury

your face in your midnight pillow as though you

just blew a house down. All I want is for

you to say something nice I said, one goddam nice thing the

anger rising like steam and I could see your thrill

at my hurt and then you said, okay you remind me of

a ruby-throated hummingbird digging

nectar from lilacs. I smiled, me the sword and you
a magician dreaming the most delightful way to swallow me up

Subliminal Control

Plastic playstation prawns provide pensive potions 

    

Loose with lethargic lullabies and last light languages

Anesthetized astrologies of authentic aspartame

Yearn for yesterday’s yellow yolks and yerba

Multiplying moths in motionless mustang marrow   

Edged evenly with electrifying eggshell echoes    

Coconut Lagoon

I had dinner this evening at Coconut Lagoon, which serves South Indian cuisine. As we were deciding where to eat, I told my friend, I like the word coconut and I like the word lagoon, and she said, I heard it's a good resto, so we hunted down the address in the middle of a blizzard and tried it out.

We ordered a peas and cheese dish and a veggie korma, along with steamed rice and a basket of paratha, which I guess I would describe as South Indian version of naan bread. It's made of coiled dough, and is easy to pull/rip apart.

The dishes were well seasoned and creamy, and the paratha were steaming hot. The vada were also really good, perfectly bland vehicles for transmitting the tasty coconut and sambal sauces to the mouth. Sadly, no pictures were snapped of our dining event, so you will have to take my word that it was a damn good tasty meal.

Next time, though, I'm getting the thali. I spied the round trays of stainless steel on other tables and the variety of dishes beckoned to me. 

And I went running last night for an hour! I woke up (after 10 marvelous hours of sleep!) to the familiar calf tingle - not pain, just a feeling that the calves had been used. Hopefully I can get that going again tomorrow. 

Meet me here for a pina colada around 2pm?

I says...

...it's nice to be done teaching for the week!

We had a fun spin class tonight (with perhaps a few too many sprints thrown in to the mix because I love them and they certainly help to pass the time!), and afterwards I relaxed with a cold beer and some hummus with steamed broccoli and rice crackers.

The broc probably sounds like it has no business hanging around there, but really, a head of broc belongs just about everywhere. (Except in or around angel food cake. -Ed.)

I steamed it and then mixed it in with the creamy hummus and ate the results with crackers. I am working towards a goal of eating more vegetables. Veggie shmeggie, it's ridiculously easy to quell hunger pangs with bread or crackers and hummus when you've minused yourself from the meat equation and you live in Winterville and you don't have ample time to cook.

But protein is also fine. Quite fine.

Toronto sushi is easy on the wallet and the eyes.

I'd also like to run some time, Universe, if you're listening. I seem to be too busy/sleep deprived/sick for running, even short jogs, but I am planning a Sunday morning adventure that will be dreamy. I just know.

Today's effort to add some non-spinning exercise backfired, in a way. I walked to the bus stop to catch my second bus. A good 45 minute hike across the bridge. Just in time to wave bye-bye to the bus as it drove away, leaving me to wait in the cold for 30 minutes. You bet a warm cup of cocoa I wanted to cry.

My journey to work took 1.5 hours, and I had no one to blame but myself. Wah!

Kensington Kaffe

This raspberry chocolate cake was sculpted in a cute cafe in Kensington Market, Toronto.

For all my friends out there who are fasting, detoxing or dieting.

I'm with ya!

Mean salad

It was a frighteningly long day. I didn't have time to go home for dinner between work and French class, and barely had time to complete the homework assigned last week.

I trudged up the sidewalk and mentally considered the mountain of laundry in my room and the dining room table which needs a solid cleaning, and so it was in this frame of mind that I pushed open the front door and smelled dinner. Someone else's, of course. Tomato-based, I'd guess. Pasta, likely. And I thought, I need a wife.

You know what I mean! 

Someone to mind the laundry and bake lasagna - let's start with the spinach variety and a bubbly bechemel sauce - and change the kitty litter and take out the recycling. 

And pet the cat. He needs more company than any one able-bodied person could give him.

Then I realized - I have a weekend wife who pours me a glass of wine and composes a mean salad! 

A weekend without D's pasta is like a day without sunshine.

He does such a fabulous job I'm going to give him the weekend off. 

Was it the shot of espresso?

Or the apple I devoured in the 30 minute space between spin classes? Whatever the reason, I had a great night leading a total of 32 people through two wikkid strength classes!

We climbed 5 long and steep hills, threw that dial to 9+ and sprinted in the middle of the hills, at the top and also during the chorus of songs. It was wild. People were yelling I had a repeat customer, a guy who signed up for both classes, just like last week. And I was thrilled to polish off a big yummy meal afterwards. It was packed with veggies but was, unfortu, a beer-less meal: fridge was all outa hops. :-(

Yet I gotta admit I'm relieved to be done with the extra class and content to float back to my usual Wednesday routine when my spin buddy returns to pick up his regular class next week. When Work gets demanding, everything else kinda slides, so I was lucky that She peered at me through horn rimmed bifocals today and took pity on me. Last Wednesday - here comes the whine! - I got up at 6am for a stressful morning at the job, then came home and crashed for a bit before teaching, but the tiredness slipped out of my cells and in to the second class. Tonight those cells did a 180, which is to say I am WiReD! Zing! And the last class ended ages ago.

So, to be in decent form to teach two classes, the optimal for me is a shot of espresso, an apple and a gel in between, and a good sleep the night before.

Now I can concentrate on dreaming up hilarious submissions for CBC Radio's 6-word love story contest. And oh yeah, sleeping.