Monday, August 29, 2011

last dinners and almost goodbyes

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.


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