Posts Tagged ‘Food’

Instagram

September 16, 2011

About a month ago I downloaded the free Instagram app onto my iPhone. It allows you to take pictures with your phone and then add filters with names like X-Pro II, Earlybird, Poprocket and 1977. You can then choose to share those images with a world of like minded photo narcissists. I’ve become quite addicted myself, the following images chronicle things I felt compelled to photograph in my life over the past 30 days or so. I currently have only two followers myself so if you have the app look me up under the moniker “jevanshead”. The images look better if you click on them.

Pancake breakfast at Deacon's Corner in Gastown.

Shopping with the girls in Gastown.

Fence shadows on the seawall.

James pures one at the 12th hole at Westwood Plateau.

Cheese smokies from Oyama at my house.

Kristina on the Pinnacle cruising the seawall.

Carrots in the Granville Island Public Market.

Kristina's catch at her house.

Things that are orange.

Hiking on Cypress Mountain in West Vancouver.

Joe's garage in Burnaby at dusk.

Bowen Island beer coaster at Mahoney's.

Hibatchi in a Chinatown window.

The best beer ever made at Nicli Antica Pizzeria in Gastown.

Forest flora in the Seymour Demonstration forest.

Empty cup at La Casita in Powell River.

Dawne-O's peach and sour cherry pie in the West End.

The last sip of black cherry Pop Shop at Acme Cafe in Gastown.

Friendly staff at Save-On-Meats in Gastown.

Local summer berry lunch.

Creepy heads on Main St in East Van.

James view at sunset in Gastown.

The Picnic Board at Nelson the Seagull in Gastown.

Coffee making process at Revolver in Gastown.

Michelle's night cap in Crosstown.

Love cross on Granville Island.

Sake tasting on Granville Island.

Sunset tennis in East Van.

Recycling in the alley, Crosstown.

Under the Lions Gate bridge on the seawall.

Third Beach, Vancouver.

Rock balancing near the seawall.

The Sylvia hotel in the West End.

My shadow on the seawall.

Helicopter photo shoot over the West End.

Sara's spiral staircase.

Water fountain in West Vancouver.

Book changing room in Gastown.

Lone kayaker under the Cambie bridge in False Creek.

Dawne-O's new shoes.

Flowers on the seawall in West Vancouver.

Summer camp fire in Powell River.

Michelle's coffee at Acme cafe in Gastown.

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Happy Birthday JT

December 3, 2010

No it’s not Justin Timberlake’s birthday!

Today is my dear friend James G Thornley’s birthday! I’d like to take a few minutes to tell you about him.

He is an excellent chef and a BBQ master. Takes him forever to clean the grate though.

He loves adventure and has traveled the world.

He enjoys canning vegetables, even when he has stayed up until 4am partying the night before.

He grew up on a farm and still enjoys a good pony ride.

He's feisty though his bark is much worse then his bite.

He has more friends than anyone I know...

...ironically he will not join Facebook! ...ironically two hot birds and a Turkey.

He enjoys a good hike, here he is on a Haleakala in Maui...

...and here he is on Piestewa Peak in Arizona

He is quite the swinger!...

... incidentally he also enjoys golfing.

He and actor Michael Keaton share a similar profile.

He is thoughtful...

...and always has a rebel yell chambered and at the ready.

A few little known facts about James. He raised birmingham roller pigeons in his youth and used to show them at the PNE!. His favourite pigeon was named Bernice, sadly she was attacked by a hawk while James was training her. He was an extra on 21 Jumpstreet, Johnny Depp often stays at James home while in Vancouver!. Okay that’s not true at all, but he was on 21 Jumpstreet. He enjoys the odd pint of beer and occasionally dips into a glass of Crown Royal.

Seriously though Jamie you are truly a great friend, you have a big compassionate heart and your loyalty never waivers. You have learned to endure my close walking in the mall, my incessant arm bars and my steam rolls while on vacations.

Happy Birthday buddy!

Enub Already!

October 6, 2010

Some of you have commented recently about my lack of blog posts. Well good things come to those who wait! You’ll be thrilled to hear that today’s post is an ode to the Nub.

What is a Nub you ask. I think the Nub de résistance would be that little knurled and twisted piece of intestine that resides at the end of an otherwise delicious sausage, the Nub most of us leave abandoned on our plates. I say most of us because there are actually some folks out there that will not only chew down their own Nub but will scan the plates of others for rogue Nubs.

So there you have it, the images below reflect an afternoon cooking Beef Bourguignon and taking pictures of random Nubs.

You see! I need time between posts to develop these amazing, important and thought provoking pieces.

The little black banana stinger is a close second amongst the vilest of nubs.

Bananas are multi-nubbed.

Banumbillical Nub.

Pearnub.

Filthy Celery Nub (also a good name for a band).

Lemonub.

Corknub.

Gingernub.

Nectarnub.

Tomatonub.

Stinky little garlicnub.

Shallotnub.

Olivenub.

Zucchininub.

Potatonub.

Hairy Onionub.

Hotnub.

Gang of Nubs.

I’m sorry I can’t give you this time back.

Beets and Feets

September 8, 2010

This past Sunday my friends Dawne-O and James invited me to help jar/can/pickle vegetables. It was a perfect fallish day for canning, you know the kind of day where you are with good friends, the house is warm with the smell of the pork butt (“high roasted with spices and sea salt and pepper at 450 for about an hour, then covered and cooked for another 4+ hours at about 300”) your friend so thoughtfully prepared in advance for dinner. The kind where one or two of the friends has had stayed up partying until 4 am a little to much to drink the night before but are happy and safe knowing their other friends will comfort them if they burst into tears from vodka depression. The kind where your playlist spans The Little River Band to Vampire Weekend.

James arrived with 20lbs of green beans and enough beets and other vegetables to feed that family of 30 kids on TLC for a week.

Dawne-O made the brines both for the beans and the beets. I emailed her for the recipe and she sent me the following instructions – “Beans, which I doubled, quintupled, etc., started out as 4 cups white pickling vinegar to 4 cups water, scant half cup pickling salt, 1/3 cup sugar, 2 tablespoons dried chili pepper, 2 tablespoons black peppercorns, 2 tablespoons mustard seed, 2 tablespoons coriander and 2 bay leaves. Bring to rolling boil and then ladle over prepared (sterilized and filled) jars and leave 1/2″ head space. Process for ten minutes.”

The brine for the beets is slightly different – “Beets – 2 1/2 cups apple cider vinegar to 1 cup water, 1/2 cup sugar, 1 tablespoon pickling salt, 1 tablespoon mustard seed, star anise, cloves cardamom. These are processed for 30 minutes. Again, this was multiplied.”

Both the beans and beets require blanching before they are canned.

Pouring the brine into the jars.

Into the canner for processing.

And there you have it, winter rations for all.

You have all heard me talk about my friend Dawne-O before, she’s kind of amazing when it comes to food. She announced that she was going to make us a peach tarte tatin for dessert promptly blanching and disrobing a half a dozen freshly picked Okanagan peaches of their skins. FYI, according to Dawne she used pate brisee for the pastry, not puff, which is classic. Delish!

Naked peach alert!

While waiting for our pork butt to warm I began complaining about my sore feet. Mike mentioned that we should call the nice people at Golden Feet to see if they could accommodate all four of us at the same time for foot rubs. Mike and Dawne have been going to Golden Feet for some time now and have invited me to join them on a number of occasions. I was skeptical and a little weirded out about having my feet and especially my vulnerable pinky toes handled by a complete stranger. It was amazing!!! Seriously make an appointment today, it will change your life.

The only things I found odd about the whole experience where the cost (only $37 for an hour!), the soccer ball light fixture in the room which in the end we chalked up to feet = soccer, and the fact that the song What Child Is This played at least three times.


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