This was my aunt's last dinner in Toronto last week. Her favourite, fried quail. Marinated simply, then fried until crispy, remaining tender inside. Leaving on a high. Tonight was my cousin's last dinner here. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to eat with him . . . can't just drop everything right? But that's ok, we've had more than his (and my) share of wine, beer, and barbecue these past 3 weeks. Something about being poor as shit, but it's tacky to discuss that in front of your guests.
He's had a good vacation. I don't feel sad to see him go, not because I'm a heartless fuck, but because we're young and there'll always be time to chill again. Until then, hard to work again.