Category Archives: At Home

To Die For: spring, spritz, and steak salad

In the sunroom, sipping on the first Aperol spritzes of spring.

Beast: How much money would it take for you to agree to murder someone?

Foodie: [Silence]

Beast: The thing is, you don’t have to murder them yourself, you just have to pick somebody. And you’ll never be caught.

Foodie: I don’t know. Like, a $150 million?

Beast: I’d charge $1,800.

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Udon noodles for a lost, nasty woman

There are so many new and innovative restaurants in the city that I’m excited to try. So on Thursday, the Beast met me after work and we headed to the Keg on King St.

When he found me outside work, I’d just been ‘nized by a lovely young woman on her way to a Civic Action meeting hosted by Metro Morning’s Matt Galloway. “You should go!” she said to me. “It sounds amazing,”I said. “But I have to go to the Keg.”

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Bolognese blues

I got home after work on Friday to find the Beast reading in the sunroom.

Foodie: What did you do to your hair? Where is it?

Beast: I got it cut. I asked for a classic ‘page boy’, what do you think?

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Foodie: No! What about your curls?

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A Christmas newsletter from Foodie and the Beast

Seasons Greetings! This is a magical time of the year and we are so excited to send out the first-ever, and hopefully annual, Foodie and the Beast Christmas newsletter.

It seems sort of redundant to go through the big events of the year right now because you could just scroll through the blog and see pictures of our adventures in New Orleans and Greece, and read about how the Beast has entered early retirement. But here is a quick rundown of the little things–those small moments of pure blessedness that make life magic:

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Prestige, murder, before, and after

Project Home Decor 2016, or #PHD16 has pretty much wrapped up. But it almost ended in murder.

How do you people do it? Live through renovations, some that last for months, even a year, while working your jobs and keeping your children alive?

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“It’s a new world!”

The first Monday morning of the Beast’s early retirement, he said, still in bed, “I think I’ll make a frittata for dinner tonight.”

I rubbed my eyes, wondering if it was all a dream. Normally I am the one waking up with thoughts of the meal that is still 10 hours away on the the brain. What would all this potential freed-up head space mean? What would I fill it with?

I didn’t want to get ahead of myself, or frighten the Beast with too much enthusiasm, or jinx it, so I simply nodded and said: “That sounds nice.”

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Getting there

Despite rarely shifting past third gear until Barrie, Ont., we still made good time driving to the cottage last night.

To help pass said time, the Beast read aloud some Yelp restaurant reviews. I can’t remember when he first started doing this, but it’s something we both enjoy. Whether they are mundane reviews by “Tammy” about the cold biscuits from Red Lobster, or “Ryan” expressing outrage over the small portions at Denny’s, they are entertaining—and provide a glimpse of how average, humorous, and outrageous we humans can be.

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