I Pet my Food

I buy mushrooms and onions just to saute them and eat them for dinner.
And the dish is to divine for.
For dessert, my heart crunches into Mr.Big.Sometimes the idea of thinking about a treat like that, gives me a surge of love for the whole word. Chocolate can do that to yuh, I suppose. Or maybe it’s just the healthy relationship with the empty calories.

Slimming Down for Canada

Each time before I go back to Canada, I basically stop eating and dance and do ab work.
It’s not a lifestyle thing I do. Which I know, eating healthy is supposed to be.
Each time I am continually amazed at how small I end up being.
And Canada is my basic motivation.
I know I’ll over indulge in all the eats I didn’t have here.
But this time I had better watch it. I’m not leaving the place after two months.
I will be living there.
And I don’t think I’ll really feel that I am, until two months has passed.
When the novelty of a visit, has worn off.
And what then my dear friends? What then.

Some Serious Spice

I would say I’m pretty able when it comes to spices.
Over the years my tolerance has built a fortress-out of chilis as it were, and it has withstood many heatwaves.

Until today.

When my face went numb.

And my eyes gave way to streams of salt.

From previous accounts of my own and through others’ tales I have heard that gulping down water during Chili Fortress burning and crashing, is a top notch level of NO.

But it is my immediate reaction to the flames on my tongue, as it would be to flames anywhere in life.

It is like pouring gasoline into a firepit.

Now,not only is my face melting, but my stomach too.

It lurches a dozen ways in a three second span, making me feel disconnected from every limb I own.

My stomach doesnt decide to follow a lurch until I am across the room drilling into the top shelf of the fridge where I keep a supply of (don’t say yuck) dark chocolate.

If I ever needed a sweet tooth fix, now wasn’t just the only time, fixing now was all I cared about.

The smoke billows up from my gut and makes my head feel light and faintable.

This is the lurch that gets my head inside the freezer door with a brick of chocolate between my teeth and half a gallon of it down my throat.

It surprisenly works well.

Until I, without much thought other than the desperation and sheer fear I felt at the consideration of any smouldering ashes, decided to gulp down some more water.

It didn’t come back full force, but it flared the flames enough for me to want only to lay face down on the couch,
feed chocolate to my oxygen,
and think of how I was going to write this post.

Babies and Baby Animals

Unlike other animals, babies don’t see danger.
They will repeatedly fall off the bed. They will try and suck on pennies and reach for knives. They will put bugs in their mouth and fall down the stairs.

Why are they built like that?

To me, it is so that the parent or care-taker, has to be around. It is our human nature to want to prevent bad things happening to our children and if all our babies knew what not to do when it came to danger, that’d make for a smaller amount of time around them. The nurturing process would be less involved and perhaps that bond wouldn’t be as strong.

Animals are different.
Baby Cubs know to get away from a tiger. They know they can’t fly so they don’t jump off cliffs. Certain types of fish know they can’t swim at a depth beyond 100 metres-so they don’t swim deeper than that.

Everyday I watch my baby learn.
But no matter how many times he rolls off the bed, he will continue to do it.
Even though he does not understand it or realise it, that is why I am there.
I am not only wanted, I am needed.
And that is a pretty darn special feeling!