I haven't baked anything for dessert in awhile since it usually takes up quite a bit of time but recently my partner mentioned off-hand that I had never used my cake pan. Well, that was it! Obviously I was the perpetrator of this great injustice and knew right there that it had to stop or rather, "start". So I went online like I usually do for a really great recipe and found a few that caught my eye. I conferred with my partner and we both concurred that there can be only one.
Well actually, I think I said I was only making one. They thought I should "BAKE ALL THE CAKES!"
We picked, "Tropical Carrot Cake with Coconut Cream Frosting". Sounds delicious, doesn't it? If only I could share a piece with you through the monitor, alas I cannot.
Although the photo of mine is not terrific I can assure you it's truly delicious. It took a long time for me to make since I only have one cake pan and it's larger than the one they mention in the recipe. So instead of a three layer cake I made a two layer cake, baking the layers separately. There were a few other exceptions such as using different pineapple but all in all I think it turned out great! The taste is phenomenal! I'm not just saying that! I would definitely use this recipe again.
Meanwhile my partner and I are forced to eat all this cake. How terrible! I can't wait until the next cake. I'm thinking chocolate.
Today I finished the book The Hundred-Foot Journey by Richard C. Morais. I so lovingly titled this blog post as "The Hundred-Foot Read" since I finished this book while walking on my treadmill.
The Hundred-Foot Journey is the story of a man from birth to success named Hassan Haji. Hassan is born in Mumbai from humble beginnings where his family is well known for their excellent and memorable food. As his family hovers in the disparity between poor and wealthy they are forced out all at once by raucous protesters. The Haji family moves to England and soon becomes lost in dreary repetition. Eventually the father sees fit to move his family around Europe, experiencing the delight of food all over again. This brings them to the sleepy little alpine town, Lumiere.
It is in Lumiere that Hassan finds his true calling after he is forced to cook for his father's restaurant. A 2 star chef (3 stars being the top ranked) takes Hassan under her wing after she discovers that he has a natural gift only found once in a generation. Under her instruction and guidance Hassan becomes uniquely skilled in French cuisine and soon makes his way to Paris. As the years roll by Hassan discovers his passion growing in leaps and bounds, eventually opening his own restaurant. With dedication Hassan eventually achieves the goal of a lifetime.
This book is truly a delicious read. Most of the time while I was reading I found myself hungry and desperate to try all the wonderful food. It's sweet and endearing while maintaining a wonderful simplicity. It's a book anyone could read and enjoy.
Good afternoon, it is once again Storytime Sunday! Today I have written Part V. To be honest, this was one of the more difficult parts for me to write since I had to come up with it on the spot. For anyone just joining us I have a separate page with all the links (Storytime Sunday). If you like you can just read this segment, it will still be interesting.
On to Part V. . .
Today is Oded Fehr's birthday! You're probably wondering, who? Well there's a very good chance you've seen him in a movie or two. He's an actor originally from Tel Aviv, who's played many interesting roles. I recommend watching his films if you haven't already.
Recognize this man? This is Oded Fehr in the hit blockbuster (of da summah) The Mummy. (and The Mummy Returns). He plays the role of Ardeth Bay, the leader of the Medjai.
He's a courageous warrior who will do everything in his power to stop the resurrection of the vicious and evil Imhotep. Unfortunately as you can tell by the title of the movie, he is unsuccessful in preventing his awakening but does help in putting him back to rest.
It's truly a terrific adventure movie, Oded Fehr stars alongside Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisz. If you haven't seen this movie yet there's no time like the present! Despite it's poetic license it's still a fascinating tale about ancient Egypt, the afterlife and mysterious powers.
This man is Antoine Laconte from the hilarious film Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo. Oded Fehr is an expensive male escort with the dream life. Rob Schneider tries to emulate him after he is given the responsibility of taking care of his place. Let's just say the results are comedic. An excellent, easy movie to enjoy and laugh at.
Last but certainly not least are the movies Resident Evil: Apocalypse and Resident Evil: Extinction. Oded Fehr is Carlos Olivera, a strong solider part of the Special Tactics And Rescue Squad (S.T.A.R.S.) in the film Apocalypse. Unbeknownst to him there is a separate agenda to eliminate all STARS operatives. He must survive the onslaught of infected and navigate the overrun city in order to escape with his life. Lucky for him he meets Alice (Milla Jovovich).
In Extinction Carlos is helping survivors to escape to a hopefully better place while working alongside Alice. Of course things are never simple in an apocalyptic world where humans are not the only infected. With every step of the journey there are unprecedented hardships making it next to impossible to see the next day. The Resident Evil franchise is a truly powerful one, with a total of 5 movies thus far.
This morning I woke up from a dream. It was a very lucid dream and when I awoke I was surprised it wasn't real. Then I sat in contemplation wondering what the dream meant. Why did I dream about her? It made me sad. Let me tell you why.
The dream started with me taking a class. I'm not sure where I was taking this class, I could assume it was from the university but honestly that would be misleading. A dream has its own learning halls. Regardless of where, I was taking a class. I feel like it was a writing class and that in itself would be ironic. In real life I'm a writer and apparently in my dreams I am too.
So I was standing outside of the classroom, waiting for the teacher to get there. This made sense to me since all my years in university I usually spent time waiting outside the classroom. (I made a habit of being there early.) So there I am, waiting patiently when I see someone walking towards me. Someone unexpected. I froze and panicked. I thought, I should walk away, turn around, do something to hide my identity. I wasn't prepared to see this person again. Yet I couldn't I do anything, just stand and stare.
They got closer and closer until finally they were right in front of me and oddly enough, smiling. This didn't make sense to me. Since if I were to see this person again, they wouldn't be smiling. Most likely they would do their best to ignore me or worse say something horribly cruel. Instead in my dream, they stood there smiling. So I looked at them questioningly, confused and baffled by their appearance. I managed to make out the words, "I didn't know you were in this class". She smiled back and said, "I tried to tell you". She described an antiquated means of getting in contact through messenger and I was shocked. That was what we would have used before.
I remember being completely and utterly dumbfounded. I never thought in a million years I would see her again nor would she be happy to see me. From there it was just like old times somehow. We reverted back to the way we were. When the classroom opened, we sat down but I had already picked my seat apparently before I knew she was going to be there. I had placed my stuff far away from hers.
The class started and the teacher sat in the middle on top of a desk. (This isn't unusual in some university classes by the way, so the dream was not off base.) She was talking and describing something but I wasn't listening. I was too distracted by my ex-friend's sudden appearance. I still couldn't believe she was there. It didn't make any sense to me. Before I knew it we were starting an activity. We had some sheets of paper with pieces of different stories on them, maybe a song or two. Next thing I know music is playing and the teacher is coming closer to me. She's singing and dancing along and I realize I better participate. I happen to know the lyrics to the song by heart and start dancing alongside, singing as well. The teacher stops after a bit and frowns, pointing to my sheets saying I should have it opened. I blush but feel frustration cloud my mind. I knew the words, I didn't need the paper.
The teacher pointed to a student and started another segment, from a story this time. They were expected to act it out it seems. Between all the commotion my ex-friend, turned friend came over to me and started to laugh with me at the hilarity of this class. It reminded me of high school where we spent creative writing class together making fun of the teacher.
Then the dream ended abruptly, as dreams have a habit of doing. I found myself dazed and disappointed. There was a longing inside of me to have her back as a friend. I was disappointed that it wasn't true. Yet I know it's not possible. Despite the dream's optimism. The friendship seemed to be great when I had it but it ended terribly. It wasn't up to me either. She decided we weren't friends anymore. It was a stupid reason. I hadn't been available to talk with her about her millionth break-up with her long distance boyfriend. Did I mention she called on my father's birthday? Over that, over nothing, she decided to stop being friends. It seemed counter intuitive. I had always been there for her. I had always supported her and helped her any way I could. I felt like something else was the catalyst. Before that I had divulged to her some terrible news I had kept locked up and expected some warm comfort in return. Instead, she didn't want to talk about it or even try to help me. I remember being instantly frustrated and hurt, the "friendship" was like every other "friendship" I had been involved in, not reciprocal.
I would give all of myself in a friendship and never get it in return. It made me think back on what I had with her as superficial. She was incredibly judgemental and lacked compassion or empathy with others. Why would I expect she would treat me differently? I guess I thought we were best friends. It turned out that I was only her friend if I was doing something for her.
As much as I enjoyed seeing her in my dream, in real life I recognize she was well, a bitch if you don't mind me saying. I could never be friends with her again, not after the way she treated me then tossed me aside like I was garbage. She didn't know how to be friends with anyone. Honestly, people don't change that much and she's probably still a diva.
Hence why the dream seemed good but turned out bad. I guess it was similar to the very "friendship" I had with her. All in all, I don't need to be dreaming about people I never want to see again. Do you want to hear something odd? It was just her birthday three days ago.
I recently finished reading Confessions of a Shopaholic which was lent to me among other Sophie Kinsella novels including, Gatecrasher, The Undomestic Goddess and Can You Keep a Secret.
I left Confessions of a Shopaholic to the very last since I had already seen the movie with Isla Fisher. I had no idea that the film had completely and utterly misrepresented the book. I mean, completely! I had enjoyed the movie but now that I have read the book, I will look at it differently.
So these are my confessions, describing the great injustice done to the novel. Let's just say that in some ways I'm glad I watched the movie first because otherwise I would have hated it. It is literally shocking how much the film differs from the book. What a tragedy. What I can't understand is why they decided to shift around the story so drastically?
I've been meaning to write another blog entry but I have found my time very tied up at the moment. Although there is little I can do today I can promise that tomorrow I will have another Top 10 list and a proper blog post. No worries, I'm always here. Trying to make the site better, write interesting things and keep on top of my daily priorities.
See you tomorrow!
I can't believe it's the fourth Sunday since I've started Storytime Sunday. Time truly does fly by. If this is your first time reading Storytime Sunday, I have some links to assist you so you can catch up: Part I, Part II and Part III. If you don't feel like reading the previous segments that's okay. You'll still enjoy this part.
I know I kind of left things hanging last time so without further ado, here's Part IV.
I had the excellent fortune to attend a Just for Laughs event in my city. In case you were wondering, Just for Laughs hosts comedians to travel to different venues. I was extremely excited since I've seen their events on television numerous times but never had the opportunity to attend an event until now. It was absolutely fantastic. The show featured Last Comic Standing John Heffron along with Godfrey, Canadian comedienne Debra Digiovanni, Jim Breuer, Roman Danylo and Diana Frances. I didn't find out the show's theme until we actually arrived and it turned out to be "The Relationship Edition". Perfect for my partner and I on a night out.
Roman Danylo and Diana Frances opened the night with improv to get everyone started. They were great. With audience suggestions they turned something mundane into something exciting and hilarious. A great way to open a show and get everyone ready to laugh. John Heffron came out next and hosted the show. He did a fantastic opening bit. He discussed the difference between being in a relationship as a man in his early 20's to being a married man at 42. One of the funniest things he mentioned was going out to dinner with his wife. He goes on to say that he didn't expect a performance review. He was quite funny.
Next was Godfrey, an honest and very active comic. He brought the stage to life with hilarious comments on everyday life. He made jokes about everything from the incredibly cold Canadian weather and mitten wearing to Victoria's Secret and American Airlines. I laughed particularly hard while watching him. He really knew how to make people laugh. He was quite a ham.
There was a brief intermission before they continued on to one of the most well known and respected comics, Debra Digiovanni. If you've ever watched Much Music's Video on Trial, you would be familiar with her kind of sardonic humour. Most of her humour is self deprecating, something I truly appreciate. I like when a comic can make fun of themselves. It's too easy to make fun of others. She's really very intelligent and witty. She's the one comic I would love to meet in person. I think she'd be terrific fun.
Last but not least was Jim Breuer. In a way he was similar to John Heffron, in comedy and appearance. He also commented on the inner workings of marriage but extended it to having children. After he was done I couldn't help but be more afraid of the possibility of ever having children. Children are a handful. Regardless, all the comedians were truly on their game. I appreciated every minute. I love to laugh. If Just for Laughs returns, I will be there.
The Metric Concert was absolutely brilliant! I'm very glad I bought tickets! The tickets I purchased were actually quite special, they were VIP tickets which meant I had to arrive early to pick up merchandise such as posters and t-shirts. I had the opportunity to purchase "Meet and Greet" tickets to meet Metric but I decided I wouldn't be comfortable doing that. I never want to meet someone I idolize, I think it would spoil it.
The opening band for Metric was another Canadian indie band from Toronto named Stars. They were quite interesting especially since they had to two vocalists, one male and one female. They would take turns singing or sometimes sing together. I quite enjoyed their music. I think they were an excellent choice to open for Metric. Later on Emily Haines made it clear that Stars were very close to her. It seems like they're all really good friends.
The concert featured a light show which was well timed and beautiful. What impressed me the most was the music. It actually sounded better live! I've been to quite a few concerts and typically the music is well...mediocre. Some artists are just not that great live but Metric, they were absolutely phenomenal. Especially Emily Haines. What a voice! What a spectacular voice! She can sing!
Near the end of the concert Metric left the stage and giant numbers began flashing starting at "120" and counting down. It was brilliant, it made everyone excited and count down the last 10 seconds. Then Metric came back out and played a few more songs. They finished on "Gimme Sympathy" to acoustic and her singing. People pulled out lighters and mobile phones, it was very sweet. The whole band was very touched, the song meant a lot to them.
All in all the concert was terrific. I had a great time and I'm happy I had the chance to see Metric live.
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