Can I admit something? It’s kind of geeky. I have this thing with Australian reality TV shows. Did you know there is an Australian version of almost everything? Shark Tank, The Amazing Race, So You Think You Can Dance. Basically, if you’re having withdrawals from the end of a season, there’s an Australian version airing right now. You know, being upside down in the Southern hemisphere and all.
I type this as I binge on three episodes of Masterchef Australia. Best. Cooking show. Ever. It’s not like regular Masterchef at all. First of all, they air five episodes a week. Five episodes a week! It’s a TV marathoner’s dream.
Summer in the city is in full swing. Since moving to Toronto eighteen months ago, I have come to look forward to the multitude of events going on during the season. The food, beer, and music festivals — you can’t possibly do everything! It’s overwhelming. Where can you recharge?
The answer is — I believe — out of the city. Just get out. Go anywhere where you can find pine trees, a lake, chirping birds, fire pits, sleeping bags, and dare I say… mosquitos. I am sorry, if you’re not a cottage goer or a camper, this post isn’t for you. And as a former girl guide, I’d like to inform you that you’re missing out on life.
Does anyone else plan their vacation around when they can get reservations at certain restaurants? Just me? Ok. Well, I just returned from Washington, DC with my boyfriend and going through these photos has made me so hungry. We ate a lot of great food and most of the time I remembered to take a photograph before heading in face first. Oh yea, and we did some sightseeing too.
Growing up and even now I would consider myself a rule follower. I don’t want to get myself in trouble; rules are there for a reason. You know, someone has walked this road before and the rules are there to guarantee you an easy ride. This went for recipes as well – you follow those instructions to a T or are left with a sad, inedible, disappointment. I’m looking at you double batch of blondies!
My mum on the other hand, to my complete dismay, played it fast and loose with recipes. As a child, I would become so upset when she would the change the recipe, adding, leaving out, and substituting as she pleased – before she even tried the recipe in its original form! I couldn’t even.
This summer will be the first where I am working full time. And because I work every other weekend, I have done massive amounts of planning to jam pack each weekend off. Weekend getaways, camping, and visits from out-of-town friends and family are on the horizon. I am so excited! Yet, I find myself time and again dreaming of all the barbeque I want to eat, the summer desserts I want to make, and the cocktails I want to sip.
You see, I recently came across the word hungerlust. It describes a person who lives each day thinking about their next meal. I definitely have hungerlust. Or does hungerlust have me? Either way, that is how I’ve ended up here. With a blog. A food blog. Something that finally justifies standing on stools taking pictures of my food. Now you can find all the products of my hungerlust right here!