Bloggers Are Like A Box 'a Chocolates...

Inspired by Jason Bo Green of GreensClues, Sheena indulges in a little smorgasbord of her favourite regular reads. What if you could buy your blogroll at the grocery store? Who would you put into the cart?


K-Dough's Canada: Like eating a pack full of Pop-Rocks. Snappy repartee, sometimes burns a little, obnoxious and rude with noisy open mouth kisses for all. Easily used as both sex-toy and tooth decayer. Come back soon, honey.

ChuckerCanuck. Sheena's Steak Frites. Solid, reliable, no nonsense beef but with that little flair of aioli on the side... beurre blanc drizzle... touch of chevre dans la sauce. The occasional bite of gristle but that can easily be trimmed off and put on the side plate. Ultimately satisfying and comforting as a port in the storm. Actually, a drier port would go quite nicely with that.


http://www.sooeys.com/blogs/sooeysays/. Sooey my honourary blogmother is the Sourpuss Raspberry shot of the innerdnets. Sometimes I sit and wonder, is it more cringingly painful to swallow while cold or warm? So I keep trying it both ways and they're both tear-inducing. Makes you shake your head and scream "yow" after a shot. Get dizzy after a while. But an indispensable part of a girl's day off.

Jason Bo Green. Jason, my virtual calamari - crisp yet tender, flexible yet resistant. A multi tentacled creature of nature at one with his surroundings yet needing the comfort of a cuttle now and then. A sucker for a kind word and a fellow being in distress, never a waste of ink when he gets on a roll.

Raymi The Minx. Raymi is the mystery dollar bag sold in the last hour of business at the neighbourhood's best bakery. Sometimes it is chock full of amazing treats. Othertimes you get some stale shit that you know you took a bite of yesterday. But the surprising treats outweigh the mistakes and you come back for more as often as you can hoping not to be let down. Her scraps are better than most other bakers specialties, yet sometimes you feel like you want to stop shopping there because of the 'tude. But usually you get over that after a couple of days of putting up with second-rate boring granola bars.

The Petite Gourmand. Sheena's little bit of truffled foie gras. You look every day, even though you know you won't get it every day. A nice treat. A class act. A quiet elegant wit that can be eaten with a plastic fork or a silver spoon. Your choice.

More to come in a part deux.....