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Failing feels good.

3 Apr
Pork, pork and more pork

Pork, pork and more pork (Photo credit: su-lin)

Where have I been you ask?

Well, in the last several weeks I was in a cave, some dark hole, isolated and alone, so very alone. That is how it felt.  You see, I’ve been going through my annual liver detox. This would be my third year committing to this. WHY in God’s name you ask? For real, it is to reset my liver function, in hopes to reset my hormone balance, in hopes to rid of a health irritation that I could live without.  So you can stop crying cause I don’t have gout and I’m not dying. Just an innocent liver cleanse that seemed to work wonders last time and really does accomplishes its sole purpose. And so I re-live it.

Here is how it goes down:

– NO sugar, NO, Dairy, including eggs, NO gluten (good-bye all wonderful wheats of any kind and basic sandwich breads), NO red meat & pork, No F’n Caffeine, NO ALLLCOHOL! No Corn and not even tomatoes. No life. All this for 14 days I had to do this, while taking these insane horse-sized capsule supplements to enhance your liver cleanse 3 times a day. (For those curious, please this is not self inflicted, but taking Doctor’s orders)

I was socially divided. I couldn’t go out and enjoy my wonderful culinary delights, nor be in the company of my good friends. It was too much torture and unbearable to watch them enjoy their meals, lick their fingers and wash it down with a wonderful glass of red wine. Just too much. In fact, it was just plain mean. I kept watching movies, tv shows, anything to distract me from feeling a craving of any sorts.

And I couldn’t be around people, because no one really wanted to be around me. I wasn’t fun at all.  In this dark cave of mine, I was a horrible person in company. I was a BITCH, just a Debbie downer, short-tempered, and irritable all the time.  Come on, I couldn’t even have a sip of my wonderful cup of COFFEE in the mornings, this ritual, that I so value and let me tell you, that can change a person forever. So mornings were the worst.   I’m really impressed with my husband cause he’s still around.

I had to motivate myself day by day, remembering how amazing I felt when it was all done. You know, the white eyeballs, the fresh and glorious skin with glow, a healthy pink tongue. Shiny, glossy, full hair. And most of all how good I felt in the inside. Yes, it IS worth it I told myself, and  I can do this again, I can, I can ….

And so far so good! Until day 11. 😦

I was business travelling, in the airport, and I was STARVING. I needed to eat something or I wouldn’t be able to walk to my gate. I found a sandwich/soup shop, that looked pretty healthy and bought the pesto chicken wrap that seemed to have all the elements I was allowed to eat, except for the whole wheat wrap, cause gloomy gluten will get me.  I carefully ate everything inside, one by one, picking up the chicken bits with a fork.  I was being stared at, probably eyes rolling as they whispered “carb fanatic bitch”.  And as I wasn’t paying attention eating, I accidentally ate part of the wrap. Shoot. I ate another bite, and another, and ANOTHER! It was soooooo good! Airport food never tasted this amazing. So now you can tell at this point, I am just delirious. It made so much sense, the bread WITH the chicken pesto, like they couldn’t be apart and should remain together in holy digestion.

And from that point on, it slowly went down, down. Rules were being broken one by one. Until the real TSN turning point was when I met up with friends in the city at a lovely restaurant and then it was ALL OVER. I drank a fancy bourbon sour. I ate a gluten crusted fish. I finished it with some fancy chocolate delight and some more. It felt like the best meal of my life as I downed each bite with full gratitude and appreciation. I remember how the raspberry sorbet’s sweet and sour flavours engulfed my taste buds. It was a gift.

Clearly a detox fail. But hey 11 days in my books was good enough. When I flew back home, I was so excited to tell my husband how I failed! I was so happy delivering my disappointing news. We celebrated!! We opened a great bottle of wine, did some happy dance, because it was a win-win again for all. No more bitchiness, no more accommodating meals and bull-shit recipes, no more isolation and hiding from anyone remotely interesting! I was my self again and going out and enjoying a cocktail and having fulfilling conversations.  It was just awesome freedom!

Failing never felt so damn good. That’s where I’ve been.


Youngabunga xoxo


that, i love entry 2- Arctic Char Ceviche

13 Dec

Things I love continue, part deux! I’ve now realized that I need to start documenting all moments of endearment and happiness as it happens in real time. I might be laughing at something, eating something, whatever I’m doing, I realized if I don’t log it on my phone its poof.. gone from my mind and as I get older (arrgh) it takes me a while to recall things. But this entry I can tell you, no logging was required, as it stayed with me all night, before I went to bed, and still cherished it in the morning when I woke up.

Last night my husband and I had dinner with an good friend and her lovely fiancee, both visiting from out of town. We recommended Foxley Bistro Restaurant on Ossington. It IS hands down one of my favorite restaurants in the city of Toronto. Every time Chris and I eat there, it never disappoints and is always so god damn good.

It’s asian-fushion tapas style and they always have that smack down right. Every dish there is full of strong wonderful flavours, be it a million diced up shallots caramelized in duck confit, spread over duck breast with sweet soy or how about the pork belly braised until its fat becomes super crispy and has soaked in all the sauce and marinade, leaving you with this salty, buttery taste as it breaks apart in your mouth. I can go on and on. But there is particularity ONE dish at this restaurant that I find myself actually salivating when I think about it. And this, behold, makes entry 2 on my ‘that, i love’ list.

The Arctic Char Ceviche.

Holy dish it is.

When it comes to you at your table, the bright orange florescence of the fish is highlighted by the beautiful gold liquid oil it’s been slowly immersed in, just bathing, having a great time as it knows, its so teasing you, and you can’t resist. Surrounding it, is chopped fresh ginger, finely diced green onion and very, very, thin twig like apple slices just piled on top like a camp side fire.

When you pick up one of the char pieces, each piece is thin and wide. Thinner than a typical sashimi slice, but has that that same texture, just smoother with the oils and at room temperature in your mouth. And it drapes over your chopstick like beautiful blanket.

And the incredible FLAVOUR when it touches your mouth! You get this EXPLOSION of pungent ginger, sweet tangy sourly apple and the sharp savoury green onions on your taste buds mixed all together, like some kind of perfect harmony song. At first, you cannot believe this is happening to you because its nothing like you’ve ever tasted. I almost believe that the combination of these flavours is a some evil genius who created them, knowing that you’d be hooked for life and a slave to it forever.

And a slave I have become of it. And I don’t mind. We, don’t mind. We’ve been trying to figure out each ingredient if we dare try replicating it at home. But me thinks we should not attempt it because I know that the utter joy I feel every time I eat it is one of my favorite things in this world, and if I were to F it up with my own sad version of it, then… ugh I cannot even think it.

The Arctic Char Cheviche at Foxleys, that I love, entry 2.


Youngabunga xoxo

Vegan-tly Surprised..

26 Mar
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Friday was a little rough for me. Having gone through a crazy work week, a two-day team offsite where they want you to actually start paying you to really THINK and do your job better, that sort of work camp.  Then topping it off on Friday which is supposed to always be an easy day, but it’s impossible since you’re making up the time you lost and now have more work. It’s all gross. So Friday was a loss for me and I was absolutely mentally exhausted by the end and all and I could think about was a cocktail on my lips that would help me ease into the weekend.

My girlfriend Lisa and I decided we’d get together for dinner and some of the options her sister gave were quite interesting. Some restaurants I’ve been too and tried and some familiar but would never consider. But there it was on a list: VEGAN.

Yup. Vegan. I’m going to take this opportunity to confess that I’ve always had this weird notion of what vegan lifestyle was like. I understood it, sort of, but I really didn’t ‘get it’.

The definition of Veganism, I looked up in Wikipedia and here is what I found:

Veganism is the practice of eliminating the use by human beings of non-human animal products. Ethical vegans reject the commodity status of animals and the use of animal products for any purpose, while dietary vegans or strict vegetarians eliminate them from the diet only.[1]

– OK so they obviously LOVE the animals hence cannot use animals for any edible consumption. Vegans will replace animal ingredients with substitutes this includes even cow’s milk, eggs cause it comes from chickens, etc.. you get the point.

So the restaurant we hit was ‘Fressen’ on Queen West and I have to say I was very surprised. The food was tasteful, and very flavorful. They had things listed on the menu that I didn’t understand, like ‘Tempeh’- which is a kind of imitation soybean cake giving a texture that you’re eating something real ..I guess. But not bad, not bad…

I looked around and wanted to see all the people in there. You know, judge them and scream at the top of my lungs ‘Wow you are all political meat haters! Don’t you know that meat is part of our human make up to consume?! Eat MEAT!!” But of course that was extreme, and of course most of them I’m sure were there giving it a go and eating vegan food like me. No big deal, give it a try, on a diet, that sort of thing. But interesting enough, the people were all pretty lean and healthy looking. That made me go hmm.

But then.. I noticed on the menu it also excluded Gluten free items which is a derivative of wheat and flour. That just threw me off where was this all going? But then I learned that no, its’ just another dietary option they were giving to people who needed it. Because eating gluten free these days is kind of trendy and all the rage to avoid feeling bloated and tired, but more importantly for those who suffer from celiac disease and are sensitive to poor old bread since its gotten so much slack over the decade already since Atkins.  OK starting to get it..

One of the dishes that stood out for me was the Moroccan stew which was delicious! And so many other random things which none of us knew were when consuming it. It all tasted so good and I was happy.

Chris joined us late for dinner and pretty much came at the end of the meal but we did save him a whole plate of goodness from a bit of everything. When he walked in (rushed) I recalled our conversation on the phone earlier Y: “we’re doing a vegan restaurant’ C: WHY?! Y: Don’t be difficult, the majority picked it and agreed C: Ugh FML, K meet you there

And Chris ate. Then stopped half way. I knew his appetite had gone out the window when he realized his meal would not give him the satisfaction of any juicy protein meaty goodness. No pork. No beef. No Chicken. Nada. He was sad.

In conclusion:

– I will definitely eat there again when I’m on my regular yearly detox. (which is happening very soon in Spring!) Their menu was perfect with all the rules my naturopath gave me for my detox diet. I would enjoy it very much eating flavourful food and meals and feel good about what I’m putting in my body.

– Vegan food gives you gas. Well it gave me gas and Lisa confessed she was deflating all night afterwards too. Why? Think about all the beans, soy, lentils you name it all part of the meals. Your intestines will go ‘What?’ and then do its thing. But you will digest it beautifully and feel good.

– Vegan food isn’t so bad as I thought. And it’s amazing how many substitutes you can do, to make up for flavour and texture.

But I love my meat, can’t live without eggs, must have my fish and I don’t trust tofu. Amen.


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