- I have just returned from having dinner at The Black Hoof on Dundas West and it was amazing! They have great charcuterie, an affordable wine list and great cocktails. Not for vegetarians or the faint of heart (think pig terrine, bone marrow and cow tongue) but if you can handle it this little place is great to his before or after dinner and their cocktails are different, affordable and tasty!
- On Sunday evening I attended the "Lobster Sunday" event held at Jamie's Area in Kensington market, which was hosted by Dean Baldwin and was a brand new kind of experience for me. My father is obsessed with lobster, we have many nicknames for him in my family and shellfish is one thing Dad doesn't mess around with. I have witnessed him retrieve a lobster from the garbage because there was still some meat left on it. Anyway, this lobster sunday event (acutally Lobster Sundae) featured approximately 50 lobsters and all you can eat ice cream sundaes. The set up was a big long table down the middle of the room with 3 hotplates and boiling pots. Dean started the night off by dropping 2 or 3 lobsters into the first pot and the rest of the night involved sawing, breaking, hammering, cracking and poking lobster meat out of their exoskeletons. Amazing. Check out my other blog at daysinayear.blogspot.com for a few videos of the event.
- www.chocolateresearchfacility.com = mmmmmmmm
- check out David Maisel's work at www.davidmaisel.com, he was featured in Flaunt magazine this month.
“Each canister holds the remains of a human being, of course; each canister holds a corpse – reduced to dust, certainly, burnt to handfuls of ash, sharing that cindered condition with much of the star-bleached universe, but still cadaverous, still human. What strange chemistries we see emerging here between man and metal. Because these were people; they had identities and family histories, long before they became nameless patients, encased in metal, catalytic.
In some ways, these canisters serve a double betrayal: a man or woman left alone, in a labyrinth of medication, prey to surveillance and other inhospitable indignities, only then to be wed with metal, robbed of form, fused to a lattice of unliving minerals – anonymous. Do we see in Maisel’s images then – as if staring into unlabeled graves, monolithic and metallized, stacked on shelves in a closet – the tragic howl of reduction to nothingness, people who once loved, and were loved, annihilated?”
Or do we just see ourselves in another form? The byproduct of a chemical bloom of color, the matter we used to be creating a florescence marking not the end, but continuous and constant change, even after death?"
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