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Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

5/6/12

Three Boars Eatery

Edmonton has an adorable new restaurant that just opened up by our house.  Three Boars has the most unreal assortment of fresh and scrumptious things to share with your favourite humans. Warren and I destroyed some crispy little foie gras, a poutine with three kinds of bacon (!), and a tiny s'more cake that was baked into a cup with homemade marshmallow. (I love marshmallows.)

Plus the lighting is delicious, too.

Sleepy May Weekend

Today has been such a sweet, drowsy day.  Perfect for tea and a waffle.

4/18/12

Late Night Picnic

I stayed home with a migraine today, and by the time I woke up (supper time, woof), it was chicken nugget time.  It's still too cold outside for a real-life picnic, so we made do in the bedroom.

Gotta use that picnic blanket we got as a wedding present somehow.



10/30/11

une baguette et vin

Happy Pre-Halloween, everybody!  Last night Warren and I dressed up as a frenchman and a sailor and went to our friend Bryce's house for a spooky evening.  Mostly we ate all the candy that was intended for local chillens, but no kids came to the house anyway.



{ Not shown: my costume also included a bottle of red wine and a baguette. }

{ Warren made a pipe out of some paper, a Tootsie Pop Roll and some cotton batting.  Pro. }

10/24/11

Wasps, Bikes, and Cookies

To keep a record of how this First Year of marriage is faring, I'm going to try to do one blog post a week as a sum-up of all the fun we're having.  (Unless there is no fun to speak of, in which case I'll post my favourite sad songs for the week.)




{ I'm not usually squeamish about wasps, but this one sounded like a motorcycle. Warren annihilated him, but it took three hits with a shoe to get him to go down.  Terrifying. }

Here's a picture of Warren being a champ and sanding down our tandem bike frame by hand so we can paint it candy apple red and be the envy of hipsters everywhere. }

 { While Warren sanded down the tandem,  I sat on this. }

And ate these. } 



{ Running low on cookies is a problem over here, so I made more.  I accidentally used mint chocolate chips instead of regular ones, which could have been a disaster.}


{ They were, however, received well. }

7/27/11

Ten Days

Ok Party People.  Let the count down begin.  Ten magical days before I let myself go completely.  Last night I made a rainbow confetti angel food cake, and Warren is not allowed to have any.


It's just air, right?

6/15/11

eff.

Well guess what.  The Happy Bride Diet makes you a happy girl, but it also makes you into a girl that doesn't fit into her wedding dress.   (I guess I could've exercised up until now, but why?)  Operation: The Dress Is Priority is in full effect as of last week. Eat a fruit. Do a sit-up. The time is now.


Get it together, Caswell.

5/6/11

26 cakes

It makes me a little sad every now and again when I look at pictures of beautiful cakes and know that there won't be a traditional sort of cake-cutting at my wedding.  However, it certainly doesn't stop me from looking at the options.

My all time faves are the ones with the ridiculous piping!





 




















4/17/11

The Happy Bride: hawaiian, please

Pie Squared

This morning's breakfast is brought to you by the Happy Bride diet.  It's half a pie.

4/4/11

Cydney is as garlic does

Tonight's Happy Bride menu item is garlic chicken tortellini smothered with butter and covered in parmesan cheese!

{ Viva Italia! }

4/3/11

Date Night / Game Day

The theatre was way too packed the other night so Slim and I decided to raid the Superstore for choice snacks to eat while watching tv at home.

The choicest of snacks, and this week's Happy Bride Diet Feature: Hot dog flavoured potato chips.

{ You can even taste the bun. }

4/1/11

The Happy Bride


Apparently as soon as you get engaged you're supposed to stop eating all the things you love and hate your life until the wedding.  I have a theory on the "bridezilla" phenomenon: angry brides are just hungry.  Somebody feed them.

So because I want to be a happy bride, I'm going to eat whatever I can get my fancy paws on.

 For example, today I ate (for breakfast):
 two waffles slathered in syrup
 half a pineapple
 and this plate filled with apple, prusciutto, and about 8 bucks-worth of goat cheese. 

Tonight I plan on eating an entire bag of large popcorn and a large coke with a bag of skittles at the movies with Warren.  I call this diet The Happy Bride.