Mushrooms, Martinis and More

So my pay day coinciding with my mother's undying love for minestrone soup at Olive Garden created a perfect situation to try something new for my blog. I've been slacking at the whole actually trying something thing. I'm a Taurus, and we don't like change. I wanna eat cereal, PB&J, hot dogs and salad FOREVER. (oh, and now sushi ;) )

I didn't try something totally crazy because I was a starvin' marvin' and all I wanted was stuffed mushrooms. I actually really, really hate mushrooms. In salads, on pizza, in soup, in stir- fry I hate it. ALL OF IT. Except stuffed mushrooms from Olive Garden and Red Lobster. I would harpoon anyone between myself and a cheesy stuffed mushroom. But i promise you the ones from Sobeys tastes like ass.   

nom nom

: )

Unlimited salad and stuffed mushrooms sounded like a plan, but there's nothing new you say? But wait, there's more. I got a freakin' marshmallow martini. I know, I didn't know they had those either. I was actually pleasantly surprised how tasty it was. I've had their chocolate martini before and it was just too sweet and too much liquor to taste good. This martini has 2 oz. in it but it wasn't an overwhelming taste of alcohol like the chocolate one.

It was frothy, and the right amount of sweetness. I did get a little sick of it after a while because it's a flavorful drink, but I would most def get one again. Good on you O.G.

A blog about ketchup

Being the picky lass I am, there are not only things I won't eat, but there are alot of things that I won't eat without a condiment. None more so than ketchup. I'm seriously obsessive. Hot dogs, burgers, fries are meaningless without ketchup. This is what I do :

Put ketchup on the bun. Close the bun. Open it back up and put more (the first layer just gets soaked up). Put a big pile of etch up and dip it.

When I went for a week to Cuba a couple years ago, I totally forgot to bring ketchup. People told me to make sure I do, and I was just like meh, it won't be a big deal. Boy was I wrong. They had a limited amount of this ketchup like stuff in red bottles, and if there was none in the bottles there was like a tomatoey paste in a dish. Sickening. So I started hoarding the bottles in my beach bag, and sharing with other hotel friends that did the same. Next time I'm going to bring the Costco size ketchup.

Love u ketchup :)

Directions Conference

breakfast remains

Eating in social situations always poses issues for me. It can be so so awkward, whether it's at someone's house or at an event like yesterday. The Directions Business Conferences was yesterday and a few crecommers, including me, won a draw for a few tickets. So a handful of us Cre Comms mixed in with about 500 business students, had a day of interesting info sessions. There was even a session for Moksha Yoga CEO's, which I found particularly neato. But as for lunch, it was all one meal, unless I lied and say I was a vegetarian or celiac. Man, a buffet would have been awesome.

So  breakfast when I got to Canad Inns was baskets of muffins, croissants, and plates of fruit. This day was starting off excellent. I had a blueberry muffin (that I actually thought was chocolate) some pineapple, cantaloupe, watermelon, apple juice and my first coffee of three.



bad pic, but i was being inconspicuous



Lunch rolled around and I found my seat, and I thought it was weird that the dessert was already on the table placed around the center piece. Omg what a horrible centerpiece. Ridiculously fake plant things in a in a square glass container with dark blue glass pebble things. If they took out all those fake plants, filled it with water and a few floating tea lights, oh dayum it would look good.

So my plate was placed in front of me and I was really not excited. It was lasagna, and I despise lasagna. But I was a starvin' Marvin so I was planning on eating everything. I was really disappointed though how it was all placed. As I've been getting older I don't mind when certain foods touch, but like the lasagna was all up on the salad. So, I had leave a strip of salad that was infected. Then they had a delicious bread stick placed on top, but of course it got all soggy from the lasagna. I was just not impressed. But overall the food



cheese cake

was pretty good. I think I liked it so much because it was Canad Inns food, so it wasn't too fancy, just plain. Not too much tomato sauce, or spice. And I also had my third cup of coffee, which was probably not a good idea for my belly.

Well as I already said I had a good look at the dessert and it was my least favourite: cheesecake. I've tried cheese cake many many times, and it always looks so yummy and I really want to like it but I just don't. I've tried it at weddings, at my grad, store bought and even my grandma's homemade. But I gotta say I really liked this cheese cake. My fellow cre commers said it wasn't the best, but I think it was the best cheese cake I've had but probably because it didn't really taste like regular cheese cake. More cake-ish and sweet like whipped cream or something.

Overall, it was an alright meal, not my first choice but managed without starving. I'd give it ***

the Wonderful Wedding Show

Oh other people's weddings, i adore you.

Nothing is better when some one else is getting married. There is no stress on your own part, and you get to see what that person would do for a $20,000 party. Yes it's about the love and the beautiful couple, but you get to see the essence of those beautiful people in event form.

I have been invited to very few weddings, as there hasn't been very many weddings in my family and I'd have to give my friends a good ten years before anything like that goes down. Other peoples' weddings offer a chance to dress up, free food (and hopefully free booze) but you never think about how that wedding came to be so majestical and who has to scrape the wax out of the votive from the candle you were playing with.

This past summer I became apart of the Events by Emma crew. It combines things I love to do: meet new people, craft, design, and have the most fun crew to work with. I have always been interested in interior design, but EBE takes those elements of good design into a whole other fantasy level. Even though the wedding turns out being glamourous, the work isn't so glamourous. But, I wouldn't have it any other way, I'm not the type of person who can just sit there, I like to be moving (which is why I'm constantly fidgeting in class).

Lifting, windexing, carrying, pushing dollies, packing, unpacking, packing, dishes, more dishes, dishes, crafting, laughing, organizing, more laughing. It’s still fun, just not what people picture. It's not like the J.Lo movie.

Since school has started I decided to not be a part of EBE until summer starts (CreComm and a weekend job is enough for me). But the girls at EBE invited me to come and check out what they put together for the Wonderful Wedding Show at the convention center. EBE had a booth on the third floor with all the other booths, but they also had an entire banquet room devoted to "Inspiration by Colour". There were probably twenty or more tables, each designed with a specific colour or theme for brides to get an idea of all the options there are, instead of thinking traditional. From mysterious navy, to a burlap themed table setting, I could not take photos of all my favorites. Here are just a few highlights of my favourite EBE work at the wonderful wedding show.

This is the main booth, all done in sophisticated white. It was probably the tallest booth there. That is our fibre glass gigantic alter thing. Flowers can be cascaded down the top, or it's a great way to incorporate lighting. 

Inspiration by Colour (pic stolen from fb, Sacha Bouchard)

one of my favs, wood inspired, my mom took this pic lol

close up of this beaut

burlap inspired, adorable with just baby's breath

green! clean, sophisticated with some spunky details

cascading orchids in a lace rimmed cylinder vase

antique table setting. DROOL

EBE is one of the top 5 planners in Canada, and I just feel so blessed to be 

able to see the beautiful creations that fit each couple so well.

It's in the Genes

My favourite science question: are we a product of our environment?

I wanted to perhaps come up with a scientific theory why some people are so picky, but after thinking about it, maybe there isn't a specific reason.

Being picky, I have discovered, can come from many different sources. Perhaps it's your environment and what people around you like to eat. Maybe your parents forced you to eat your broccoli and now you love it, or maybe that's the reason why you despise it. Perhaps it could be a part your genetic makeup and your brain tells you what you like and don't like. Or perhaps for no reason at all your just annoyingly selective and are a brat when it comes to what you like to eat (like me). Here's a peek and my genetic picky background (sorry rents).

My mom is genetically picky. She basically has no choice. She is lactose and tolerant, diabetic, allergic to broccoli and cauliflower, and was a vegetarian for as long as I can remember but has just started eating chicken for health reasons. She has like no options. She doesn't take any diabetic medications so she has to eat a certain way in order to keep her blood sugar good. I could never eat that way, nor could I not drink milk. I drink a 4L to myself. Her genetics tell her what she can eat, and it also might be a pre-programmed thing if you have a distain for let's say, seafood.

My dad is the total other end of the spectrum. He can eat what he wants, but he chooses not to like it. He's raised Ukrainian Canadian, but he doesn't like what his dad liked. My Grandpa would like to eat everything really rare, and maybe that caused my dad to act the opposite. My dad will burn things. He'll leave his burger on the BBQ way longer than me until they are dark little nuggets of burgers. My dad is also particular like I am about the little things. He microwaves his plate before he puts food on it, he always makes a square pizza so there's more crust, and he must only use his favourite bowl, plate, cup, mug, fork, spoon, and knife.

I must be just annoyingly selective for no reason, because my brother tosses my theories of experience and genetics out the window. We both have the same genetic picky background and same childhood environment, but we like total opposite things. I hate, but he likes: spicy food, cabbage rolls, sauerkraut, raw garlic, and won't eat McDonalds. I really like Micky D's and I have a passion for seafood, my bro won't even eat a shrimp.

I think that particular theories could work for certain people, but altogether I'm not sure if there can be a sure fire scientific theory (except it would be cool if there was). I suppose as a race we just have to learn to not be so picky.

There you go, a blog about psychology and food .

Dippy Eggs

Being a self confessed picky eater, there is not just the issue of WHAT I eat, but also HOW I eat it. Things such as pizza and burgers I can scarf down quick no problem, but meals like stir fries or a full plated diner (like chicken, fish or beef with veggies, carbs and other goodness) require me to eat very slow and mindfully. It's the science of the perfect bite. Ratios of deliciousness.

Over easy eggs, toast and bacon is seriously the best combination. It's a staple that I love in the morning, but I do have to be a bit picky about it.

I cannot eat sunny side up. The membrane around the yolk must be fully cooked. And scrambled eggs just don't make sense to me, my favourite part about over easy eggs is eating the yolk and white part separately.

So, once I have perfectly cooked and plated my brecky, I always follow the same routine. I open the yolk with my fork so yolk doesn't infect the other food (including the egg white) and rip off sections of my crust to dip in the yolk. Once all my crust and yolk has been demolished, I move on the creating the most perfect delicious bites.

Following my science of the perfect bite, I cut pieces of egg to perfectly fit a corner of toast. I top it off with a teared piece of bacon, and there you go. It's all about the ratio. Not too much toast, or egg, or bacon. If hash browns are added for supreme breakfast awesomeness, I eat them with ketchup. In NO way does that mean that the ketchup can touch anything else.

Level up breakfast? Ukranianize. With egg, with toast, with kobausa, with perogie. Oh, damn. My arteries also like this one. Most unhealthy breakfast, but so Ukrainian and oh so yummy.



I call this blog Dippy Eggs because that is what my best friend calls them lol. She did when were maybe about 11, and it's just funny. So when we go out for breakfast we always get the same thing: over easy, with marble rye, with bacon, cube potatoes and chocolate milk. But she has to order dippy eggs. And we eat it the same way <3


You know what, she might even be pickier than me...

Fav Picky Eater

My favourite picky eater has to be Sheldon Cooper from the Big Band Theory. He forces his firends to order only certian foods from certain restaurants on certain nights. He the only person who could actually force his pickiness onto others. Not only does he make being picky hilarious, he makes me feel not so bad about bugging the McDonalds people for no ketchup extra ketchup. Or no tomatoes on my wrap from Timmys. Or how I won't allow certain foods to touch.

In this clip Sheldon and Penny are in a feud and she gets back at him by making him think something could be wrong with his burger.






Sheldon Cooper is a whole other world of picky. Every thursday (or maybe friday) is pizza and retro game night that must only be ordered only from a certain restaurant. In this clip, Leneords new girl firend is a lawyer and finds loop holes in Sheldons roomm mate agreement so the firends can order greek food on Sheldon's pizza night.