Let’s be honest here, one of the things that is most synonymous with summer is ice cream. I remember when I was young, my mom always hesitated buying ice cream for us because 1) it would melt before we got home from the grocery store, 2) not only are Asians amazing in ping-pong, badminton and in maths and sciences, but we also own the shit out of lactose intolerance. Lactaid didn’t exist back then (or so we thought) and ice cream was a treat that included a long walk down to the local ice cream shop – long enough to rethink and really consider what we were going to have, being fully aware of the repercussions and consequences this after-dinner treat would entail. Little did we realize that the forced integration of dairy products into our diet was slowly grooming our lactose kung fu resulting in a tolerance that now rivals my patience with stupid people driving and my ability to abstain from road rage. Here are some of my favourite ice cream shops in Montreal
I love taking takings of my food – which is quite obvious if you follow me on Instagram and because I write this blog. I like to consider myself an amateur food pornographer, if that’s even a thing. It should be, because that’s what I am. If you don’t know what “Food Porn” is Wikipedia defines it as: “Food porn is a glamourized spectacular visual presentation of cooking or eating in advertisements, infomercials, blogs, cooking shows or other visual media, foods boasting a high fat and calorie content, exotic dishes that arouse a desire to eat or the glorification of food as a substitute for sex.” That pretty much sums it up. Who better than industry chefs to be the finest purveyors of food porn. So if you’re down to get dirty with some deliciously porny food pictures, here are some Instagram accounts of Montreal chefs that will give you a glimpse of what happens behind the line and a look into their kitchens.
Maintaining this temple of a body takes hard work. Recently I’ve been trying to be more conscious of what I eat and begun to take credit for working out, when in reality, the “consciousness” I’m keeping is in fact trying to stay awake after my meal and my pre-meal work out entails walking back towards the car so that I can double beep the remote to make sure my doors are locked.