to desire the replica

posted by: Kim
posted on: January 25th, 2011

I wasn’t planning on pimping out my nice straight food blog on my slightly batshit fucking crazy one but I have to share this. Go buy some of these oils and vinegars gang- they ship anywhere and the blood orange olive oil will is LIFE CHANGING! Seriously. DO IT!

ok- Pimping done. Carry on.

posted by: Kim
posted on: January 24th, 2011

Said Saturday evening by my THREE YEAR OLD godson baby Gray when asked what “Black” is.

“Black is the absence of colour.”

Fuck do I love that kid.

posted by: Kim
posted on: January 10th, 2011

I’m watching CNN and puking a little in my mouth right now.

The Congresswoman has been shot! Is the Right to blame? Was he just a radical individual? Wow! The nine year old who died was born on Sept 11, 2001. Does that mean anything?


The one that gets me most right now is the discussion going on about whether the rhetoric running rampant in politics these days will change because of this. Will politicians get their shit together and start working rather than trying desperately to stab each other in the eye? And most importantly, will we as a society force the politicians and the media to discourage this bullshit in the future? basically- Is there a lesson to be learned by this tragedy?

Yes there is.

Will we learn from it though?

Uh….. History pretty clearly tells us that NO, WE WILL NOT.

We’ve lived through a million such “tragic lessons” and haven’t yet learned a fucking thing.

Don’t believe me? Bet you can hear the name BP without that former blind rage. Bet most people can’t even pick out Rwanda on a fucking map. Darfur? The human rights violations happening daily around the world- our own backyard included? The fact that those living in The Gaza Strip struggle to even own fucking pencils, let alone seed, livestock, or building materials- basically anything in order to help them be self sustainable???? Have we learned?

I’m sorry to be the little black cloud with the disgusted look leaning quietly in the corner, but I am. I wish we would learn from our mistakes but the odds are not in our favor my friends. I give the outrage about a month to burn itself out and by then I’m sure another million dollar athlete will have fucked a hooker and thereby jerking our collective minds in their direction with the force of a bullet to the back of the head.

Our species really is grotesque.

posted by: Kim
posted on: January 6th, 2011

So after all of my whining (there was a lot that didn’t make it here- believe me- I can whine like a fucking Olympic athlete on a bucket full of banned substances.) this is what my husband brought home with him

No, sorry. You can’t have him so fuck off.

posted by: Kim
posted on: January 5th, 2011

Let’s start out with a little poem.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,


Ok, some small issues with the whole rhyming crap, but really, I want those steaming little bundles of goodness and I want them NOW. I love my dogs- I really do- but their inability to go fetch dim sum is making me suspect about their usefulness in this family.

This is the problem with launching Fig and Pepper the new food blog. I now spend my day looking at food, thinking about food, and making food. I was already doing this even before the blog but now it’s multiplied to the nth degree. I fear my upcoming participation in one of those horrid weight loss reality shows. I would be the bitch in the back sneering at everyone and shoving cold pizza down my gaping, drooling pie hole.

Mmmm. Pie.


ps- the “submit recipes” tab is not yet up and running on that blog but feel free to email me at [email protected] to submit one. Must be yours to submit and come with a picture of said deliciousness.