veggie connection

On a veggie bender for the past few weeks and it's all good.

We eat with our eyes, or so they say, and I do find myself gravitating toward a colourful mix of produce like red, orange and yellow peppers, zucchini, eggplant and tomatoes.

Who doesn't love a rainbow in their kitchen?

the good fight

I keep talking about eating properly and having some discipline when it comes to food but I think I may be... a fraud.

Went to an outdoor art exhibit last weekend and wouldn't shut up about stuffing myself with street meat. It was hot out and I had a craving for carbs -- specifically, a giant helping of hand-cut french fries -- and maybe a spicy sausage from one of the trucks parked on the street.

Only one choice: the Original Bavarian Bratwurst Wagon. Oh. So. Good.

But rather than ordering the sausage I'd been craving, I caved to the idea that it might be too messy to eat then have to walk among the art with wurst-and-condiment-stained clothing, so I opted for a burger instead.

It was all good. All of it. The fries were still steaming for a good 10 minutes after she forked them over and they didn't leave a giant pool of grease collecting in the bottom of the container. Always a good sign. Talking about it now makes me want more. And maybe a sausage next time, too.

[sigh] Me likes me carbs. Why do I even fight it?

calamari says what?

Mr. Man is enjoying cervezas while rooting for the Dutch. He says it makes him extra continental.

It's mid-afternoon and, really, there are only a few things one can be expected to reasonably prepare and consume on a hot summer's day -- especially when there's a World Cup match on.

Will it be cervezas y paella o tapas? Or maybe kaas en toast of frikenadel en frieten?

With a score of 0-0 and only minutes to go, we could be looking at sudden death OT. I know there are enough cervezas in the house (there always are) but we can only consume so many chips, dip and veggies. We may have to move on to something more substantial if somebody doesn't score soon.

Do we wait for a final World Cup decision or do we initiate a Spanish or Dutch food fest and see if these gastro vibes reach all the way to South Africa? If calamari can predict the outcome, who's to say my cooking can't alter the futbol universe?