#creepy crawly boyfriends go in the jar.

[specsthesecond]

Not the original small monster lover BUT if I may weigh in:

Tiny monster, who can hide in your pockets and you can take everywhere

I'm personally a bug fan so if they're bug like it's a plus, but the feeling of them crawling on your skin, a bit ticklish but still so soft

Being able to hold them in my hands. Then hugging your hand or a finger with their body, like how ppl hug trees.

Have them comfortably rest on your body, you're so warm and soft and they r so tiny and need a nap

They can also hide in your hair (optionally)

These are mainly cute things, a lot of more sexual things tend to go (for me at least) into vore- ish direction with small/tiny monster partners and that's not everyone's cup of tea.

I see I see 🧐

I've read some size difference stuff with little fairy guys before and thats super cute.

I feel like if the monster was bug looking I would squish it by mistake purely on instinct 🫢🫢

But if it was a pretty bug like a butterfly or beetle looking thing ig that's different.

I would put them in the jar 🫶

[loneworldgazer]

Hello hello love! Mind if I ask for some Hinata hcs with an S/O who is super energetic and excitable, but has a major fear of insects?

Energetic S/O

hinata x gen!reader

a/n: alrighty, enjoy!! sorry if it's bad! this was more like a scenario with tsukki rather than hinata🦦🦦

perfect match! a very perfect match!!

highkey anyone could sense both of you from a mile away with how much positive energy is brought and with your loud chatters

or maybe the clutters of bikes when on most days, both of you decide to go to school together and you would race to there first and accidently bump into each other

all ends well when you both get up shaking it off and brushing yourselves off and laughing out loud then people look in your direction

the team adores you! you both lifted their spirits very much!

with how much cheering you do and constantly paticapating in setting the ball for the boys, they couldn't get enough of you!

same with your boyfriend who bursts with energy and he also gives back your high fives after every practise

while the team does appreciate the both of you, there will be some people who found you two repulsive, hMmM

guess who?

drum rolls please!!

🥁💥

💥🥁

💥🥁💥

!tsukishima kei!

no suprise there, you both were a very annoying couple for him and he would side glance you two with the most disgust that he ever had

yamaguchi had to pat his friend's back to not stare too much

yamaguchi: cmoonnn they're cute!

tsukishima: shut up yamaguchi.

one nice day at karasuno high, he heads to his classroom and wandered to it mindlessly with his headphones on but his peace was interrupted by screaming

your screaming

his eyes widen a little before shuffling a little, peaking to the side to see you pushing a humongous cockroach out of the classroom

"cmon comrade, you can do it!" you growled at them in irritation when your classmates does nothing to help you and they sighed in relief when you stepped in to sweep the bug away.

seeing the bug crawl around the classroom and you stopping it before it traveled to one of your classmates' bags made your skin shiver and you were a littleclose to sweating bullets.

tsukishima found this VERY amusing so it was time for him to step in and help you out of your misery and you cheered when he chucked the cockroach out the window. you thanked him loudly for his courage but he shook his head and waved you off to wash his hands.

you then sat down with a dumb big grin and hummed, happy for the gross little thing to dissapear. you were pretty dumb to think that tsukki was heroic at that moment to save you but he was cooking a big something in his pot

no, not cockroaches but a prank suprisingly (he only did it because he never seen you scared out of your life before)

so before recess ends, he went to the spot he thinks the cockroach was and there it was in all its glory chilling under a plant

he giggled like a little highschool boy and placed the roach into a jar and set out his plan

so when will it be? during practise of course

he could easily plant the pest in the storage room and went on his day when you find it and laugh at your reaction

bits of the team begun to spill in and you immediately got to work and yamaguchi was concerned about his friend who was chuckling under his breath

once he sees your entire figure dissappear into the storage room, he couldn't hide in his laughter and erupted and poor yamaguchi was confused.

as tsukki wiped his tear and opened his mouth, there wasn't a chance because he heard your cries and you immediately ran out the storage room and jump to the nearest person, that being hinata.

both groaning in pain, your reaction was dramatic if tsukki didn't experienced the incident in the morning, he would roll his eyes due to you being scared over a small roach.

but laterrrrr finding out about what you're scared of, it was a family of cockroaches! nishinoya and tanaka immediately screeched seeing the babies crawl towards them and if possible, mirroring your reaction from earlier.

tsukki did not know the chaos he had set that day, placing a hand on his mouth and being a little suprised of the sudden infestation that they found that was being handled by daichi and suga at the very moment.

what big brained tsukki brought to the storage room was the father of the goddamn nest of creepy crawlies and so he better be grateful for not being set on fire by half of the team or y/n.

hinata would distract you with anything and take your mind off the incident and buy you all sorts of stuff for you

he comforts you if you say that you were acting like a scaredy cat and compare it to how he acted back then as a kid

"you're not a scaredy cat! back then, there was this spider and it-"

" cockroaches and spiders are really scary! no suprise there, don't get embarassed!"

he's absolutely allowed to run anyone over with his bike if they ever pranked you with bugs, no joke he has his bike ready

he doesn't find your fear embarassing, he'll take his time with you to calm you down

even if it takes days for you to go back to the club

curse that tsukishima kei

[radiant-flutterbun]

The Adventures of Mason and Evan

(Warning: Brief mention of suicide)

Previously: Mason and Evan escaped their world which was being destroyed by demons and entered Sornieth where they were turned into dragons.

One hundred years.

One hundred years Mason had been dead. And with those one hundred years came one hundred missed opportunities. His relationship with his boyfriend was cut short. His friends all had to move on after his passing, and find others who would fill the void he left them.

For one hundred years Mason drifted in the Underworld as a ghost. His only friend was the mortal turned god, Evan Fear.

Now both Mason and Evan were mortal again, but they were human no longer.

Being a dragon was going to take some getting used to by both of them.

Mason was struggling more so than Evan. For Evan is main struggling was learning to walk in the new body. But for Mason he had to learn how to be alive again.

He felt like an infant. He struggled to walk, his tongue could’nt wrap around the strange new dragon language, and he had to be reminded to eat or drink.

Evan looked out for him, just like he did for the last one hundred years.

“Hey Mace, did you eat yet today?” He would ask every once and awhile.

Mason shook his head, slightly jealous how Evan’s Godspeak allowed him to learn every language. There was no struggle of communication for him.

“Alright to the kitchen we go!” He trotted on ahead. Learning to walk in his new body came easier to him than it did for Mason.

Mason tried to trot after his friend, but he tripped over his own feet and landed face first onto the stone flooring.

“Careful, kid!” The clan leader, Nike had to stumble back to avoid stepping on him. Mason appreciated the blind mirror’s kindness toward him and Evan and for giving them a place to stay, but it annoyed him that she insisted on calling him a ‘kid’.

He was an adult. He died at the age of twenty and lived on a hundred years more as a ghost. He figured he was older than all of the dragons in the clan if the hundred years were counted.

“Oh! Mace! Sorry I forgot you’re still getting the hang of walking,” Evan came back “Do you need help?”

“I’m fine,” the words came out awkwardly, as Mason got to his feet. Evan walked next to him as he carefully put one foot in front of the other.

The kitchen was filled with delicious aromas of all times. The main cook, Firespitter was always there cooking up something. He made the best meals for dragons of all kinds.

The mirror cook smiles as he saw Mason and Evan enter.

“Nice timing! I just cooked up some salmon I think you’d like,” He pushed the plate toward Evan and he licked his lips.

“Alright! Thanks dude!”

“And for you,” Firespitter turned to Mason “I got a vegetarian dish.”

“Thanks,” As a skydancer Mason could eat insects too, but the dragons here realized soon enough that their alien friends weren't too comfortable eating the creepy crawlies. It was a good thing none of them were faes.

Immediately after eating his meal, Mason felt better. It was amazing how much of a difference a full belly made when it came to his mood.

“So you wanna go over to Lakra’s for speech therapy?” Evan asked when he was done licking his plate.

Mason shrugged. He didn’t want to go, but it was also a pain not being able to speak fluently. It was almost ironic. As a human he could speak two languages fluently, which was one more than most of his friends could. And with English and Spanish being the two most common languages where he lived very rarely was he unable to join in a conversation.

Now he could barely say more than a word at a time. He was getting better admittedly, but not soon enough.

Practise will only make it easier He reminded himself. I figure it would be best to see Lakra now.

***

Weeks pass and Mason could walk perfectly again. Flying was a different story, but he wasn’t going to think about that just yet. He was learning more and more Draconion everyday and was quickly grasping the language. He wasn’t fluent yet, but could get by.

And as he got better at speaking, he started to want to learn other things as well.

“Hey, Evan?” he was sitting with his friend outside at night next to the cliff. Mason loved the sound of the waves crashing below. Evan looked up at him, his feathered crest rising in interest.

“I kinda want to do art again.”

Evan grinned “That’s awesome Mace!”

“Yeah… I… I just figured it would be a good idea. Now that I’m alive and all.”

“Are you going to make the comic you always wanted to create?”

Mason nodded “Except… I’m probably going to have to completely re-learn how to draw now.”

“We can sign you up for some art lessons with Flare. I’ve heard she’s a good teacher.”

“Yeah me too. Except Muerto is also being taught by her. I don’t want to make things awkward.”

“That’s a good point.”

“Maybe I should what until I’m a little more comfortable being a dragon before I start…”

“Nah you should just go for! This is what you’ve wanted for over a hundred years now.”

“I know… It’s just… Feels a little weird. When I was alive the first time I wanted so badly to create, but when I needed my creativity the most it dried up and died inside of me. I thought dying would fix that. But it still didn’t come back no matter how much i wanted it to. I spent my life wishing I was dead and I spent my death wishing I was alive. Now I’m alive again and I want to stay this way. But what if I still can’t create? What if it’s gone forever? What if the window of opportunity I had to create my comic is gone now? What if the story I wanted to tell falls onto deaf ears?”

“I don’t know what to tell you man, except you should try. And if you think this is a story worth telling then I’m sure others will too.”

Mason smiled “Thanks dude.”

“No problem. Like I’ve said before. I’m here for you.”

***

Art is hard. Mason decided after a few weeks of learning under Flare.

He never thought art was easy but learning from scratch when he knew he could draw decently before was more frustrating than he could imagine.

He wanted to draw his characters again, but all that came out was scribbles. Holding pencils and other utensils was so foreign now.

And if frustrating himself wasn’t bad enough, Muerto sometimes went to the lessons as well, which created an uncomfortable silence between the two of them.

Too much had happened between them in the past that there was no mending the wounds that both of them caused each other. When Mason died Muerto struck a deal with him. He would spare Mason’s Soul from Eternal Punishment and let his ghost live in the Underworld Palace as long as he promised not to interfere with god business.

It was a fair deal considering Muerto was breaking the most important Law of the Underworld.

Mason’s thoughts were deep in the waters of the nasty things he had done to Muerto. He felt a mixture of anger and guilt toward the young god. On one hand Muerto gave him a nasty Curse that was a contributor to his untimely death, but on the other Mason captured Muerto and tortured him.

There was no way Mason could have known that the God of Death was a misguided child. He thought Muerto was playing tricks, that he was only pretending to be a scared little boy.

It’s what the voice feeding him lies told him.

“Sooo…” a green and brown mirror piped up during one of Muerto and Mason’s silence during one art lesson “How’s everyone doing today?” Frankenstein was an odd dragon. From what Mason understood she was an undead creature, and she once almost killed Muerto. She had a hunger that could only be controlled by a powerful spell cast on her by a tundra named Hecate. When that tundra was attacked her spell had broke on Frankenstein and she tried to eat Bubonic and then Muerto. Hecate recast her spell and so far Frankenstein hadn’t gone on any violent rampages.

Apparently she and Muerto made up not too long ago and now considered themselves friends. Franken liked to join Muerto as he painted. It was relaxing for them both.

“I’ve been fine. How about you Franky?” Muerto answered.

“I’ve been great! My sweet Windy sent me the most adorable letter yesterday!”

“That’s great!”

“Oh and Sig and Mori both say hi to you and the clan.”

“Write back and say I say hi too. Oh that reminds me, have you heard what Shamhna has been up to lately?”

“No! What?”

“She moved from Clan Stjerneklart and founded her own clan in the Viridian Labyrinth!”

“Really? That’s incredible!”

They talked like old friends. It was jarring to hear how happy Muerto was when he spoke to her. Was it really possible for the usually distrustful kid to really forgive and even befriend someone who once tried to kill him? Could it be possible that maybe one day he and Mason could be friend too?

Mason shook his head. Being friends with Muerto was a ridiculous idea. It would never happen. There was too much bad blood.

“So Mason, I heard you’re a writer?” Mason’s antennae twitched when Frankenstein turned to him.

“Oh yeah well… Comic artist and writer actually.”

“Oh wow that’s cool! What’s your comic going to be about?”

“Uh… Well it’s going to be a sci fi.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a genre that takes place in the future.”

“Oh cool!”

“And it has like high tech stuff like robots.”

“Sounds like something a Lightning dragon would be into!”

“Oh uh I’m sorry what’s a Lightning dragon?”

“It’s an Element type! Like you’re a Water dragon. There’s eleven different Elements. I’m Plague, Muerto is Ice and Flare is Water like you too! You can tell by a dragon’s eye color. It usually indicates where a dragon was born, but there are exceptions. And with each Element types comes stereotypes. Lightning dragons are known for being into tech stuff.”

“Ah ok cool! Thanks for telling me.”

“No problem!” Frankenstein smiled and then turned to Muerto, showing him her painting.

“That looks amazing!” He smiled. The whole time Frankenstein spoke to Mason he just stared at his canvas.

***

“It’s weird, Evan,” Mason said to his friend one day after his lessons.

“A lot of things are weird, Mace. You’re gonna have to elaborate.”

“It’s weird how happy Muerto is in this clan. I’ve never seen him smile so much in the Underworld than he does he. And he talks so freely to the dragons here. He always frowns when he sees me though, not that I blame him.”

“Yeah. He really does seem more carefree here. Probably because he doesn’t have a job here. He’s not a god or a king. He’s just a kid. I’m kinda feeling the same way. Being a god was cool and all, but it’s nice to be a teen again.”

“... It’s nice to be alive again. Feeling the grass under my feet and the sun on my back… it’s a sensation I never knew I would miss.”

Evan frowned “My nerves are still are wacky. Sometimes I can feel stuff, but other times I can’t. I stepped on some glass earlier and it shred up my foot. I was walking around bleeding everywhere and I didn’t even know it.”

Mason winced “Ouch. Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine. It’ll heal.”

“Just… try to take care of yourself, ok?”

Evan grinned and nudged Mason “I said I’ll be fine dude! It’s cool!”

“Alright, well see you around.”

Mason stretched his legs and wandered around the clan’s territory, his mind wrapped in his long lost story.

[lithium-lilium-blog]

Arachnophobe

When I wrote my short story about the struggling artist, I neglected to write about what happened afterwards.

I’ve never been a fan of spiders, and indeed, I am one of those who believes that a fear of spiders is logical, because those bitch ass motherfuckers are scary looking. If we saw a lion roaring in our face and were completely calm, it could be the death of us, so why not feel the same when seeing a pocket-sized eight legged, pincer-bearing monster with numerous cold, beady eyes which acts almost as predictably as the fucking weather? Exactly. However it’s this way of thinking that leaves me locked out of my flat, unable to return.

If we go back to the start of the problem, I’d never had any unwanted visits from my new least favourite creepy-crawlie in my flat. I swear to god not one spider since my arrival in March ‘16. This made it a pretty damn jarring experience when my first ever visit was from a ‘fast moving’, massive-for-this-country motherfucker nicknamed “The Aggressive House Spider”. 

In a foolishly overconfident attempt to take care of this issue myself, I took an easel (I was panicked and not thinking, okay?) and tried to ‘stab’(?) the spider to death. To my total fucking horror the little bastard shit it’s spider pants and darted away at a speed that I don’t personally agree should be allowed for such an already frightening being. She (I call her she because of the research I did prior to this experience, not by any motion of sympathy) spends a short time hiding behind my printer while I attempt to call up my unsuspecting boyfriend for guidance.

I can’t even remember well enough to know if this spider truly was aggressive and made a decisive lunge at me, or if it “ran away” from my attack in exactly the right angle to chase me right out of the door. To justify my fear I will say that there’s at least a chance that the evil bastard did indeed run at me.

The unfortunate thing about the timing of this incident is that it led to my poor boyfriend answering the phone to yelps and screaming, as I ran as fast as I could out of my flat.

[juliangbc-blog]

GBC Blog 1 - Week 1.

Having initially been born in Zambia, I grew up on my parent’s dairy farm in a small village called Upper Minety in Wiltshire, a stone’s throw from Stonehenge and the heart of the Cotswolds.

In Africa, my father had been a financial comptroller working with Meridian BIAO Bank who were helping to finance the transition of the country from Northern Rhodesia into its present day Zambia.  My mother, was in essence, a hostess and a mother.  However,  this was in no way disparaging of her culinary achievements.  She had studied with Le Cordon Bleu and had also worked for several years as an au-pair in France when younger.

From an early age, she instilled a love of cooking in me as she felt it was important that, yes even men, should be able to cook. Much to the horror and disgust of my Grandfather - a rather staunch Georgian patriarch.  My Grandfather actually walked out when visiting one Sunday for our roast beef dinner upon discovering that I had helped make some of the dishes - as he left, he muttered none too quietly - “that’s a woman’s job, cooking is not for a man to do!”

As I was rather a precocious child, this merely instilled in me the interest in the culinary field - as long as it did not interfere with my rather large collection of snakes, lizards, insects and other creepy-crawlies that I kept housed in various crates and jars in my “zoo”. 

Upon moving to Canada in 1982, I became more interested in food and would often help with making items from cakes to meringues as well as a variety of savoury items.  I even tried my hand at cheese making and could turn out a respectable unpasterised Cheddar.

Later in life, now aged 17, I attended Carleton University in Ottawa to complete my degree in Microbiology - I only lasted until year two as my heart was not in it.  My Father told me that if I was not in school, then I had to find a job to support myself.  I moved to Toronto and became a flight attendant. That showed him...

For me it was great, I got to travel around the world for free and had the rare opportunity to sample all these new and interesting cuisines. From the amazing and redolent curries of India later in my own travels later in life, to the spicy concoctions in Sri Lanka, I loved it all.  France was an eye opener and I fell in love with bread and cheese and Normandy butter.  It was a good thing I was young as being a fat flight attendant was frowned up.

Whilst working at the airline, I met the boyfriend of someone who would become a very good friend to me, Charles P. MacPherson - author of “the Butler Speaks” & “the Pocket Butler”.  Two books he published after opening his own Butlering School in Toronto and later in New York City.  Charles had worked as the Major Domo to the Eaton Family for years, until its dissolution, he then went his own way.

At around summer of1995, my parents had moved back to the UK and lived in central UK, Leicestershire.  One Sunday afternoon, my Mother called me asked me when I was going to get a real job?  As she rather bluntly put it, you are not 20 any longer… She then, proceeded to tell me that she thought I should follow a career in food.  She said that I had always liked cooking and it had far better prospects in her opinion than layovers in Spain or Portugal.

After having mulled the idea over for a while, I contacted the owner of this Chef School in Glasgow that my Mother had told me about.  The owner was a very young ex Merchant Navy Navigation Officer, who said very early on that his attempts at cooking initially were disastrous… how soon things changed for him.  He trained with the likes of Marco Pierre White and Alastair Little. Shortly after opening his restaurant in the Trossachs Mountains just north of Glasgow, he became the youngest Scottish Chef to win 1 Michelin Star.  On the tails of this success, he had decided to open a Chef School and now has two of them, both in Scotland and remains my mentor, as well as a culinary hero of mine. http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/tv-chef-nick-nairn-how-7364539 I called Mr Nairn and said that I was interested in coming and taking his classes.  After his initial sort of amazement as to the logistics as to how I would do so, I informed him I would simply move back in with my parents and commute. 

A few weeks later and it was chocks away and I was on my way to my new career, as well as having the opportunity to train in a Michel Starred Restaurant.

Upon completion, and whilst gaining industry experience in the now flourishing food world of the UK, I moved back to Toronto and soon found a position working as the Executive Sous Chef at Movenpick Palavrion on Front Street. I kept in touch with Charles and he was over for dinner on several occasions.  After working for Movenpick for a while, I was appointed to the position of Private Chef for Hilary Weston when she was our 26th Lieutenant Governor, at Weston’s Family home on Dunvegan in Forest Hill. It was interesting, to say the least, however, I did get the opportunity to work with Galen Weston Sr’s Corporate Chef at the Weston Centre on St Clair and attended several new product development session with Ted Reader who was heading up President’s Choice at that time.

Upon leaving the Weston job, I ended up in large scale Corporate Catering.  We mainly did Corporate Luncheons, Lawyer’s Office parties and dinners as well as weddings and the usual slew of Bar and Bat Mitzvahs as well as catering on most of the Harbourfront booze-cruises - some were elegant and some were just an outright nightmare. The start of one’s Honeymoon is never going well when the groom has to be fished out of Lake Ontario after passing out drunk and toppling over the rail.

The 90′s were good to me professionally. However, I became a bit burnt out from the excessive long working hours - at one point I was up to 90 hours per week.  This really does not allow much of a life or the chance of getting to the cottage etc… So in 1999-2000 I switched careers and went back to school, this time taking a film and television digital graphic design diploma as well as a diploma in web programming and design.  The internet was in full swing and business seemed to be booming.  Upon graduation, I was offered a position teaching at Ryerson University in their Internet Technology Studies division.  I taught there for 8 years, however, even a few years in - if I needed some more hours, I would always pick them up working in a restaurant.  Something about the smell that a professional kitchen has always felt almost like a home away from home to me.

Leaving Ryerson, I went on to teach at U of T in their Business & Professional Studies Department, teaching Web Marketing and Visual Design. 

In 2008, following the death of my Father, I took a sabbatical for a year and you guessed, returned to the world of food. This time I worked for a year at Whole Foods Market in Vancouver assisting the Manager of the Cheese Counter.  Have I mentioned how much I love cheese?  It was actually extremely interesting learning about cheeses from around the globe, as well as being able to sample them all and attend cheese training courses.

In 2010 I returned to Ottawa to assist with Estate matters and took a job as Sous-Chef at Big Easy’s Seafood and Steakhouse - primarily a Cajun/Creole restaurant- with some more French style specials thrown in - the Chef at the time was a recent graduate of Le Cordon Bleu in Ottawa. He would later become my nemesis - ah the dramas one can find in kitchens all over the world.   My friend, Dot Janz, who was overseeing the day-to-day operations, whilst still  continuing to run her own restaurant, the Black Dog Bistro in Manotick - recently named “Best Restaurant in Ottawa”-  and I decided that one of us would have to go as there was no apparent way to resolve the animosity he felt towards me - either that or she smelled a potential lawsuit.  I ultimately returned to Toronto to pick up again at U of T.  I did, however, get the opportunity to assist in executing a dinner for Chef Michael Smith - who was in town for his new book launch.  What a lovely individual - and so tall, I am 6′2″ and he towered over me, much like Julia Child would have at one of Charles’s book launches at the Cookery Book Store in Yorkville - but alas it was not meant to be, Ms Child had to cancel due to illness and shortly after passed on.

In 2014 I was hospitalised with a variant of Multiple Sclerosis, a  hereditary neuromuscular disorder which left me bed-ridden for nearly 3 months and with a permanent disability.  Not one to be discouraged, I did not go the dark route that quite often people do go down - seeing no hope at having any semblance of normal life again, but not one to be discouraged, I worked my physiotherapy and hundreds of visits to Drs and specialists and neurologists - it’s really fun spending 50% of your time in hospitals and Dr’s offices for nearly 2 years. 

In 2016 I decided I was well enough to return to work - however U of T had summarily dismissed me - they are not as inclusive as they make out to be.  Never one to back down from a challenge, I enrolled for my accelerated paralegal diploma and am graduating May 17th, 2017. After I earned my diploma, I thought long and hard if that was a route that I wished to go down. - did I have the passion and drive to a field, that to be truthful, is more often than not filled with rather less than desirable people.  Don’t get me wrong, the hospitality industry has it’s fair share of prize individuals as well - the drunk sous-chefs, the pastry chef who steals all your mise-en-place and feels that she can get away with it because she is screwing the chef! 

After deliberating for a few days, I decided that the answer was a very resounding no - I like having the legal knowledge and did most of my specialisation work in the field of disability law and human rights.  My heart wanted to go back to cooking and food.  

George Brown was the logical fit as I wished to take the H119 Program Nutrition, however, this does not start until September, and as you might realise by now - patience is not really one of my virtues when it comes to getting things done in the present. I am not a fan of waiting for opportunity - I feel one has to ultimately do what is best for you - having overcome some not so insignificant hurdles in the past, I met with Chef Alvares and we discussed starting in May, since most of the core classes are the same in H100 and H119, he assured me that come September it will be easy to simply to a transfer into the H119 program. My intent is to focus on the nutrition for the lower income/disabled communities as well as product development and marketing.

So that, in a nutshell, is my first blog for Chef Centeno at George Brown College who is teaching us our Theory of Food I class. Whilst, not a novel - maybe let us call it a novella!

Life, lemons… I think there might be something to the time old adage about lemonade!!!  Until next time… 

Oh and in conclusion - I am not a fan of blogs - I rarely find other people’s experiences are as interesting as they think they are -  mine included,  nor are they usually particularly well written.  If I were to associate whom I feel might have actually been worth following as a blogger - then that would have to be the great man himself.  The man who told the world to  “tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are!”  That of course was the brilliant gastronome Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin.

http://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/18327/the-physiology-of-taste-by-jean-anthelme-brillat-savarin/9780307390370/

Respectfully submitted May, 9th 2017 for Professor Centeno George Brown College.