Walking

Today on my walk home from the grocery store, Montreal was flush with color coordination. (And orange cones, some reason there’s danger tape and cones -or cylinders- everywhere I go).

I’m switching up the order of which I saw these, but there’s a reason for everything, don’t tell.

Stonehenge (2022). As per usual, I do always wonder how potholes form. When the asphalt breaks up, how long does it take? Does it just happen overnight?? Is there a big noise?

Bucket list: see it happen.

Could I look it up? Probably. But, I like to live in the unknown.

Hold your horses, it only gets better from here.

Last in this orange cone series (I know- you want more. I don’t know what to say, it wasn’t a very long walk).

First off, I’ve never seen a pink cone like this, so it caught my eye. Upon looking closer, I realized it not only matched with the logo and design of the tattoo shop it stood in front of, but with the reflection of the building across the street.

Speaking of matchy matchy…

I saw this teal bike sitting right next to an identically colored teal hose. (Is this teal? Or turquoise? Another thing I never fully learned). Makes a girl wonder… was this intentional? Probably. I hope so.

Further investigation into this picture brings into view a matching umbrella!!! Speechless.

If we’re on the topic of bikes:

This one began her descent back into nature. The vines reclaim her for the winter.

To bring it back home, Lola and I made fried rice today. Needless to say, we killed it. If I’m keeping it real, it’s the best meal we have made so far here (including my solo mission of making pasta). My only regret is that there’s only enough for two lunches.

At the early hour of 11:47, unfortunately before starting the new House of the Dragon episode, she calls it a night.

Twin Snakes, Revisited

Cracking Open a bag of twin snakes, the blogging begins.

Are you ready?

Recently, I was thinking back on an old blog post I made. This one, I wrote in the car to Montreal right before moving in. In it, I questioned the background of these twin snakes.

I wondered, is one actually sweet and one sour? Or is it a marketing scheme? I’m not sure if I ever answered that on the blog but after trying out on a test audience, Lola and Georgia, I determined one actually was sour.

I probably could’ve figured this out on my own, seeing as it now that I’m eating them, the answer seems clear, but I just don’t think I was quite ready for the truth.

I knew I had to look closer.

Honestly, prepare yourself for this one. You might want to sit down.  It’s deep. While eating these twin snakes, I began to think about how the snake in and itself was kind of a metaphor. The sour and sweet are better together: you can’t have one without the other. Sometimes I even shock myself with what I can come up with. As John Legend says, "Wow."

To be real, in this case I could have the sour ones with out the sweet, but I’m gonna pretend like this isn’t true. Speaking of metaphors, yesterday on the mountain I saw rock in a cage…. so deep….

Again, speaking of deep quotes, I saw this on a desk when waiting for my second class of they day. It really makes you think, wow, life really is more than a cliche, huh? Powerful.

Almost choked on twin snake - and then spent thirty seconds trying to remember how to spell choked.

I have been fully convinced that there was a grape flavor, turns out it’s just cherry. Why is the cherry purple? No idea.

In other news, I finished Fate: the Winx Saga today. The CGI was so bad my mom could do it better. (In this case, the saying is probably true, because she’s an editor) (but even still). I would say I completely guessed the ending, but realistically, that’s not true. I did guess, however, one of the first major reveals.

Fate setup while cooking for the week

What else is up next on the agenda? To keep it real, dinner at BMH. But, if you’re looking at the broader spectrum of things, Saturday is Friendsgiving. What is she bringing to the table, you might ask? Cranberry sauce and cucumber salad. Hopefully I body yet.

Not to be cocky, but based on my last meal planning week, I’m gonna kill it. Lola and I made beans, rice, and sweet potatoes. Not only do they all go hard (except for the rice, which in this case was soft - we fucked up and it was a little over cooked) but they are so versatile, going from rice bowl to nachos to quesadillas to more.

Peace.

Violet

Cooking Cathy

I’ve been known to keep up a cool demeanor among my fans, but I will be honest. I was nervous at first, knowing the whole floor would end up smelling like the contents of oven. Still, my first time cooking in the dorms was a success.

To tell this story, I need to start from the beginning. I was born on a sunny day in October…

Flash forward!! (A couple of weeks later)

09/19/22: Segal’s market

At my favorite grocery store, I was overcome with the feeling of being taken over by some divine being. Navigating the busy aisles like a pro, locating all of my ingredients in record time, and sourcing the best deals, I was in and out before I knew it.

Unfortunately, this so called ‘divine being’ left me on my lonesome when it was time to pay and shove everything into my backpack. The jig was up, forcing me to spend a couple minutes struggling with the Tetris puzzle that was putting things in the correct spot. I struggled, big time. No matter what I did, everything would just not fit.

Thankfully, I had a moment of clarity and remembered I packed a grocery bag on top of my backpack. Eventually, what felt like hours later (but was likely thirty seconds), I figured it out.

Then, off to the dollarama. I was equally nervous to make this pit stop, as the last time I went to this dollarama location I couldn’t figure out how to exit without going through checkout so I bought pickle chips in a frenzy. (No regrets - further discussed in my previous post).

Thankfully, they have everything I needed, and I was ready to head up the hill, fog and all.

A couple of days later, it was time to cook.

#ShoutOutSunday to Charlotte, for lending me a cutting board, knife, casserole dish, pot, and lid. Bless up. 🤘

There’s really not much to say about this, except to say I killed it. (That’s why my nickname’s Humble: the more you know). I stood my ground in the kitchen like an absolute boss.

The pasta I made goes so hard - thankfully, because it’s my lunch for the next few days - and #MissionImpossible, I got the job done running into limited people.

Now, done with cooking, and feeling deeply satisfied, I’ve decided to push all my schoolwork off until tomorrow.

Peace!!!

Violet