Stoner Food Reviews, Day 31

Listening to: Bob Marley.  Doy.  Also, Kings of Leon and Indie88 (radio station).

Hi everyone.  So, this is the last day.  As I said earlier, I'm going to do a reflection today.  The final dinner at the stoner table is... *drumroll please* ... doughnuts and a Corona! *licks lips and looks lovingly at luscious donuts*

Selection Assorted Mini Donuts (there are three types):

Frosted: Amaazing.  So so sweet and cakey.  I think I'm going to be eating these with a fork because they are messy!  There is almost something lemony in the aftertaste.  It's so sugary, and yet it still isn't too sugary.  The only thing I can think of to say is it's wonderful.  And it's cool as the other side of a pillow.  Oh God is this going to be one of those days where I get even more than what was on my plate afterwards because even though it would be really filling sober, you could eat so much of that thing anyway?

Chocolate:  I keep wanting to eat the cinnamon next because it looks amazing!  Ok, self control...  Save the best for last...  Kind of cakey, actually.  No, the chocolate overpowers that flavour.  These aren't any better high.  I guess they'll always be my least favourite flavour; the chocolate ones.  I bet they would be better if they could use a chocolate powder, instead of a chocolate liquid coating.  All the same, there is something about them that radiates because of my mental state.

Cinnamon: Oh, so excited.  Flavour just gushes into my mouth.  The cinnamon is stronger than I expected, but not too strong.  It has a lot of the beautiful sweetness of the frosted ones.  I can feel my teeth rotting...  The cinnamon, the cake, the sugar... they blend so perfectly.  My sensitive teeth are getting uncomfortable, but I really want one or two more.  Oh my God it's so good.  These are perfect donuts; not too big, not too weird of a taste to them.  They should call them Two-Bite Donuts, because you can eat them in a couple bites.  I want another, but then again I also don't want a heart attack... and heart attack wins out in that scenario.  Sorry, tongue.  Better luck next time I'm eating some carbohydrates!  Those donuts were great.  My stomach echoes me with a satisfying burp.

Corona: Bitter, cool, tastes a bit sweet because I just ate the donuts.  My tongue is tickled by the fizz.  I can also taste the delicious yeast, but it's more subtle.  The hops are strong in this one.  Not too strong.  As beer goes, I like it.  It's making me sway side to side in bliss.  I can taste a hint of apples.  I think this would be a great summer drink, or maybe an autumn drink.  Not the greatest in the winter.  A good whiskey or Bailey's is good, but not cold beer...  Not much to say.  It's beer, it's cool, it gets the job done and makes you so relaxed...

Reflection

What did I learn from this little experiment/series?  Was it fun?  Was it challenging?  

I learned a lot from this.  Well, not a huge, profound realization or something like that, but a few little things.  

1. I am not an experienced food reviewer by any means.  I review lots of movies, books, concerts, movies in my free time, but not food so much.  I don't know if I learned any new terminology or methods but I definitely got some experience reviewing food and learned how to describe food with words other than "great" or "awesome," but it was challenging to think of things to say about the food at times.

2. I got to see old foods in a new light.  Whether it was something that I liked tasting better, something I loved tasting worse, something I always thought was "meh" tasting like a dream come true, I think the high changes the flavour of foods sometimes, for better or for worse (usually better).  I also think spiciness is amplified when you are high.

3. I learned to appreciate food more.  Much of the food I ate for this challenge I ate without TV, a book, someone to talk to, etc.  I was usually just listening to music or it was just me, the food and the keyboard.  It was weird because most of the food that I eat, I will eat it while distracting or entertaining myself in some way.  For this challenge my food had my full attention and it was different, but good.  I was focusing on the flavours and appreciating the meal on it's own.  I think I might try that sober more often.  Eating food and just thinking about the flavour, needing no other entertainment.  Thinking about how lucky I am to have this three times a day or more.  And good quality most of the time.  Then again, I still prefer watching something or reading something while eating.  It's just so much more entertaining, however good the food is.  So maybe I'll just appreciate the food on it's own when I'm high and everything is entertaining.  

4. I learned to do something consistently.  Put out something every day, flexing my writing muscles daily.  That was really good.  It was nice seeing the posts stack up day after day, when usually they'd crawl for months.  Most bloggers post a lot more often than I do, so it was good to try to blog more regularly.  

5. I tried some new foods!

6.  I worked on my photography.  I 'm not a very experienced photographer, but I think this increased my experience.  I found myself playing with light, angles, presentation, background, etc over the course of the month as my photographer dad gave me advice on my photos occasionally.

7. I learned that, for the most part, flavour-wise, weed just makes food taste better.  Or it helps you notice the flavour of food that was already really good.  Thinking about my past responses, most of my reviews involved the phrase "Mmmm..." and the overwhelming majority of the reviews were positive.  However, I usually went for foods that I like or foods I thought I would like.  I think it would be interesting for me to do another series with foods that I both like and dislike and see how weed changes the way I perceive them.  Perhaps another time.  

Despite all the benefits, there is also the fact that most of what I ate was unhealthy and on many cases I ate too much of it in one sitting, due to my low self-control when I have the munchies.  I have been noticing more heartburn this week and I gained about ten pounds during this experiment.  Yeah, yikes.  Tomorrow I'm going to start working hard to go to sleep right after getting high, because, otherwise, TEMPTATION.  Even right now, one of the Cinnamon Donuts is calling to me.  Stop it, you fiend!  So, I'm looking forward to not being so unhealthy, and getting to bed earlier.

Was it fun?  Yes, definitely.  Was it challenging?  Occasionally, when cooking food or taking photos high.  I usually tried to cook them sober, but when they were done high, sometimes I would screw up the timing with my low self-control, like eating some of a dish before I could photograph it.  

Well, thanks for reading and that is the end of the Stoner Food Reviews.  Perhaps I will do another that is only local restaurants that I walk to or one where I cook through a classic cookbook and sample each recipe high.  I'm not sure, but for now, goodbye!

Today and Missing Mom

It's snowing again!  I love it when it snows.  When I went outside to pick up my history paper, there were millions of snowflakes floating through the air.  But the cold was nearly burning my face off.  The pros and cons of winter.

I got a B- on my paper.  I wanted an A of course, but a decent mark is fine.  I'm very relieved!    I finished writing that paper literally five minutes before the due date.  I was really last minute. 

I woke up at 2 pm today.  I'm very ashamed.  I went to bed at 3 am, but it's still pretty deplorable, not to mention a record-breaker.

I need to study for my history final, so I don't want to waste too much time.  I want to ace it!
I went shopping at the mall by myself yesterday.  Very enjoyable, albeit crowded.  And I was thinking about how much I missed shopping with mom.  How I usually loved spending that time with her.  But I was a kid then.  But then I realized... I'm an adult.  I dress myself, I can drive, take the bus, the train all on my own, I make my own food, I have jobs and have had jobs, most of the money in my bank account was earned, I see my family less often (sometimes only twice a month) because I'm getting less and less dependent on them, no one wakes me up in the morning, I can legally drink, and I do (I've acquired a taste for white wine and cheap beer), I have my own room in an apartment, no one tells me to do chores, do my homework, clean my room, I buy my own groceries and shop on my own.  In a few years I might be completely independent, with a boyfriend or husband, a job in music, my own house.  I'm a woman, not a girl.  It feels weird to say that.  But I miss my mom.   I always wanted to watch the Nutcracker with her during the holidays.  Why didn't we do that?  I miss shopping with her, watching concerts, musicals, operas with her, riding the GO train with her, asking her for advice on outfits, makeup, hair.  Asking her what the high was (she always knew), her waking me up early, decorating the Christmas tree with her, baking and cooking together, practicing while she worked in the study, driving lessons (she either looked completely worried or not worried at all), watching chick flicks with her, camping trips as a family, seeing her pull into the driveway after a long day at work, speaking french with her.  So many memories.  But for some reason I especially miss our shopping trips at Erin Mills.  We'd leave and say we'd be gone for an hour, but we were gone for four hours.  Dad would call us and say, "Where ARE you?!" and mom would tell him that we were almost done or on our way home.  She was a shopaholic.  I miss her.

Remembrance Day and other musings

I was debating whether I would write tonight.  I think I will.  Some of this is stuff I wrote around 11:10 am, so here we go:

So it's 11:10 am.  I just saw the Remembrance Day ceremony in the concourse of my school.  At my university the Remembrance Day ceremony is optional, which is good if you want the disrespectful people not to disrupt things, but a lot of people have class and can't observe the ceremony unless class is interrupted.  The profs don't usually stop class for the MINUTE of silence, which is pretty dumb.  It looked like they closed the Starbucks down for the assembly, so people wouldn't be talking while it was happening.  Those guys probably appreciated the break.  At the end the guest veteran said "You should appreciate what you have and be thankful that you have what you have."  It's the message we hear every year, but it stuck with me today.  It seems impossible, but I could be wearing a swastika armband in a war-torn Canada, forced to report any Jews to the police, eventually dying a violent death because I have brown hair.  I don't understand a lot of what happened.  For me, Remembrance Day is remembering the soldiers and Jewish people and others that died by the millions, hoping that World War II will never happen again, wearing a poppy (which usually scares me because of the pin - I'm a wimp), going to a ceremony or assembly, hearing the last post and standing for a full minute of silence at 11 am.
Where did the last post even come from?  When did they play it before this?  Was it written especially for Remembrance Day?  Is it a war call?  A song of peace?  A death lament?
One thing I definitely like about Remembrance Day is that it's still a fairly recent "Day" and it's not about celebrating or consuming.  So none of those greedy companies can make too much money off of it.  Knowing them, they've probably conducted some way to make money off of it, just not as much as Christmas or Hallowe'en.  But what could they gain?  They can't even sell poppies.  The money goes to veterans.  And it's one of the few special days of the year that is observed by everyone in our country that is not a celebration.  It is a day of remembrance, regret, a vow to improve society...  People don't make a fuss.  They just wear poppies and hopefully take a minute out of their day to stand in silence and reflect...

Oh yes, don't get the Gingerbread Loaf at Starbucks.  Overpriced (as always) and not only did they put nuts in it and other random crap, they also put chopped up orange peels on top of the delicious cream cheese icing, ruining the entire thing.  Just horrible.  Who came up with such a terrible instrument of torture??  My palate is still recovering.  No, that's just the tea that burnt my tongue this morning.  It still sucked.  Orange peels go in the garbage, not in your mouth.  And that sounded dirty.

The hot guys never notice me.  They walk right past, because they are paying attention to someone better.  Pigs.

I love watching Ouran High School Host Club.  Tamaki is dead sexy... in a miniskirt!  Couldn't resist...  I especially love the fact that he is voiced by Vic Mignogna.  Did I spell it right?  That's why I only watch the dub.  I wish I could live in the fantasy world that is Ouran High School Host Club.  It sounds better than my life.  I could be wrong.

What would it be like to find out someone loves you, has a crush on you?  I've never experienced it for sure.  Maybe it would be lovely.

I always hear people talking about how it's unfair that Lady Gaga, Katy Perry and Justin Bieber are so popular when there are more talented people that should be popular instead of them.  Oscar Wilde once wrote "everything popular is wrong."  He nearly has a point.  But what if Lady Gaga suddenly CHANGED.  She started writing songs kind of like Imogen Heap, so not a huge change, but more depth to the music and lyrics.  And she wore more clothing when performing and making music videos.  You know, a bra and a shirt, instead of just a little tape on your breasts... I've actually noticed that most decent music has been coming from artists that are fairly clothed most of the time.  Mozart wore clothes and he coincidentally wrote musical masterpieces and became extremely popular.  You see, unlike Imogen Heap and others that have talent, but not a lot of popularity, she has the popularity.  She just doesn't have a lot of talent.  So she could potentially further increase her fan base, by actually making good music and wearing clothing.
So what would happen to her popularity?  Would it go up or down?  Who could say?  I'd listen to her.  I don't know.  If anyone is reading this, what do you think?  Was this a stupid theory?  I guess if they listened to her because of the bad songs and the stripping, why would they listen to something that isn't that?  I don't know.

I wonder what the word limit is.  Is it bottomless?  That would be cool.  I'd sit here and write until I die.  I'd have enough pages to build a house out of books made of my writings.  That would be fun.  Do people usually anonymously comment on these things?  Or are you supposed to promote your blog and get people you know to subscribe?  I'm new at this.  I don't know if anyone will read it.  I guess I'll just have to be patient.  Or....................

NEXT ENTRY!!!!!  ALL ABOUT HOW TO MAKE A CAR OUT OF DICKS SO YOU REALLY ARE LITERALLY COMPENSATING FOR YOUR SMALL PENIS!!!!!!!!!  STAY TUNED!

Ha.  Just kidding.  I'm tired.  Goodnight, whoever you people are!