Every possible cuisine imaginable is within walking distance. Italian, Pizza (technically Italian I guess), Japanese, Greek, Ethiopian, Jamaican, French, the list goes on. Of course there's also numerous cafes filled with not only amazing coffee, but delectable cupcakes, biscotti, and my new favourite - Nanaimo slice (to die for chocolate and coconut and cream with a biscuity base).
So, why am I cooking? Because all I want is rice. Rice. Plain old rice. Well, actually, with Maggi seasoning on top (kind of like soy sauce but not really). That's it. No accompaniments. Nothing.
You can't walk into a restaurant, or cafe, and order rice (with or without Maggi seasoning). It would be like attending a high tea with the Queen and asking for Diet Coke.
So, I'm cooking. Rice. Every night. Not exactly a perfectly proportioned meal (on the very unlikely chance you are reading this Mrs K, my other meals are much more proportioned, I promise).
There have of course been exceptions. I had a veggie burger and fries the other night. And although it was amazing, my only motivation was that I was so tired from an afternoon at the aquarium that the idea of moving from the couch, even to put rice on, was just too many functions for my brain to handle. Needless to say, David went out and ordered dinner.
A trip to the aquarium doesn't really sound that exhausting right? Well, it started with a misguided one-hour bus journey. As each stop passed (seriously, a stop every two blocks!) the bus became filled with crazy individuals, the sane people seeming to know better and disembarking. The weird old guy trying to talk to Emmelia like she could understand him. The old indian lady who kept trying to tell me that "Mika" was a great baby's name. The french couple who were still hungover from the night before. And the really strange lady who shouted at everyone and mumbled to herself. We must have fit in there somewhere to have not got off sooner.
The aquarium itself was fantastic, and Emmelia loved every display. Bliss, right? Try taking her AWAY from a display. That's right. I was the parent with the tantrum-throwing child who kicked and screamed for the literally three seconds in between displays. As soon as she was back in front of a tank, she was back to adorable, babbling "dith, dith" (her version of "yes").
We wisely decided to ditch the bus on the way home, instead opting for the Skytrain. A 10 minute journey later, we were only a few blocks from home. Skytrain 1, Bus 0.
And what did I really want...(well, apart from maybe a double shot of Vodka)...rice. But, I settled for a burger and fries instead.
Hmmm ... I wonder what fries taste like with Maggi seasoning??
Cheers, V.
PS - As I've been writing this, I have been eating "New York Super Fudge Chunk" ice cream. In between checking on the rice, of course.
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