Food, glorious food!

Still recovering from a weekend of glorious epicurial excess.

Last Friday night: delicious Thai takeaway and homemade cookies.

Last Saturday: Massive homemade brunch followed by hours and hours of sampling greasy street food at the Ronces Polish Festival.

Last Sunday: An afternoon of non-stop consumption at the Feast of Fields organic festival north of the city. Holy sweet mother of hell, the decadence. There were some old favourites (fresh-fresh sweet corn, roasted pig, hand-made brie), some new delights (raw oysters, chili-spiked chocolate, hemp pretzels) and some downright bizarre deliciousities (turmeric ice cream? raw shortbread?).

It was bliss, but my tummy's been attempting to heal itself ever since.

In other news, wishing very happy birthday wishes to my dear friend Howdy as he turns 25. May the 18 days of wisdom and experience you have over me guide you well, young grasshopper.