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Dear Raymi: Saddam has been hanging alone for months now and the time has come to find him an appropriate mate so they can hang together for eternity. You know my favourite girl dictator... Make her the same size.

No. Sheena does not *do* tape measures, so here's Saddam up against a regular piece of paper for proportion.

Way Overdue Nuit Blanche Highlights - Dog Poo Park Parts 1 & 2

Part 1:


Part 2:

Secret Cricket Hearts

Out for some mellow fun @ the Starlight Lounge out here on the farm last night with some work chickies. Ron Sexsmith, who has kinda grown on Sheena over the last couple of years. 'Specially since the first time she saw him live, on the Not Really Canada Day, but Please Bear With Us Special concert in Trafalgar Square back in '06.

But what blew us away was the opening act, Meagan Smith, an incredibly talented vocalist with a quirky retro sound perfectly complemented her hubby on geetar and pal on bass fiddle.

Bought the 4-song CD and accompanying DVD with some of her animated videos. For $10, will keep me entertained until her big album launch in January.

One for my 'Murrican Friends

No.. really.. we're laughing 'with' you...

Beating Cheek to the Punch

Yes. This actually *is* Sheena's life.

Hat Tip to the Uppity Woman on Front Street

Belated Nuit Blanche Cheese Party Pics

Nuit Blanche qua Nuit Blanche was a bit meh, but the pre-party Sheena hosted for various flotsam and jetsam of the Toronto/Ottawa blogoforumsphere was a hit.

Deluxe Suite at the Grand Hotel on Jarvis... a little hot tub action before the guests show, pit stop at the Cheese Boutique and a lovely assortment of nuts.



Went for the previously blogged faves: The lovely Mimolette (very sharp shard-like aged gouda), the eternal love of my life Bouq' Emissaire, the mellow Separatiste Benedictine Bleu.

But Sheena has a rule that she will never leave the Cheese Boutique without trying at least one new thing. The fromage du jour on this visit was over the top whoa baby come here often. A rosemary-olive oil bathed goat cheese that has an amazing deep nutty slightly bitter taste. A keeper.

And I am only getting around to posting this finally as a FU to Raymi because I discovered the flaky faux communion crackers FIRST fcs. They were 2 for 1 that weekend.

Be jealous and hate me for my Crate and Barrel real slate cheese plate for which I spent 2 months sourcing chalk...

No Guts... No Glory

In honour of Sheena's Ma, please find enclosed the official Thanksgiving Stuffing Recipe of the Innerdnets - 2008 Edition.

Take whatever week old bread, buns, bagels are in the fridge put in a big pile to check for green spots. If you find any, cut them off. Estimate 6-8 slices for a large chicken. Bagels count for 2, just like in carbs.

Sheena prefers to grate her bread to make big, unevenly shaped crumbs. Better for texture and interest. Nutty fruity breads are a huge bonus, btw.

Comme ca.

Take a break to smell the flowers. Fixin up the centrepiece...


OK. Now here's the real trick. You gotta have the bird guts. Stuffing without the guts is lame and boring and completely unauthentic. Plus checking for the guts will save you the extreme embarrassment of a guest unwrapping what they think is a chi-chi parchment dish with the holiday dinner.


Sheena exclaimed with joy that she had the extra special 2-hearted Love Chicken for her dinner.



Chop it all up. Except throw away the neck and gizzard. They are useless and gross. Or feed them to someone else's cat. The heart and liver are prized items here for flavour and texture.



Check the bottom of the fridge for whatever random vegetables you can chop up and throw in. Leave Stephen Hawking alone, Sooey.

Chop.

Cut up about 6 strips of bacon in super small bits. Fry bacon, guts, a medium onion and random veggies in olive oil in half decent pan until soft.

Add diced soft brown uneatable fruit too. Apples and pears the best.



OMG is it noon already!!!!!!!!!!11111!!!!!



Fresh herbs means you always win at family dinners. Make the effort to only use your own hand picked bouquet garnie and use a matte eyeshadow with extra smudgy liner to ensure superiority cut eye around other women today.



Sage, thyme and lavender are picks du jour. Walk around smelling your fingers for a bit while pouring glass #3.

Slightly beat one egg and have ready to pour into the bread & herb mix... this holds it together loafy style for later when you try to cut the stuffing.

Sheena likes a bit of crunch in her stuffing as do many others. So grab a handful of nuts. Watch his face to see if you grabbed too hard. If not, run upstairs for a quickie. If yes, continue to next step.

Chop up the nuts and chuck them in the fry pan with onions & bacon and shit. THE ALMONDS FCS. NOT HIS. (unless he failed to deliver the goods in previous.. then carry on)

Have a quarter cup of chicken or beef stock on hand. Today I really didn't need it, but if the mix isn't moist enough to make the bread ever so slightly pasty feeling, sprinkle a bit.


Once all fried to hell, pour into the bread & herb mix. BUT COOL THE FRIED MIXTURE FIRST OTHERWISE YOU WILL SCRAMBLE THE AFOREMENTIONED EGG ALREADY IN BREAD AND HERB BOWL AND IT WILL BE SHITTY.

Open wide baby, this won't hurt a bit. Actually you really can only use your hands. Pack it in. Deep and hard.


The bacon grease already in there should be all the lube necess.


Bake according to weight and crispiness preference. This baby later got a coating of olive oil, garlic salt, rosemary, lime juice and pepper. I can smell it now...

A Night in Sheena's Box

Sheena's box last night was big enough to accommodate 13 people, though there were only about 7 that came. Big enough for 3 periods. Tried not to spill beer on the carpet... wanted to make sure it still matched the drapes at the end of the night. Only one guy from Toronto scored. One guy from Montreal actually scored twice in 3 hours. Impressive. But then he's French.






Last minute invite out to watch the Habs rip the Leafs a new blower in Saturday night's home opener at the ACC.

Some Tatty Compliment

Saturday nights not just for fighting...

Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell
I don`t think I can live without you
And I know that I never will
Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death
I can`t say anymore than "I love you"
Everything else is a waste of breath
I want you
You`ve had your fun you don`t get well no more
I want you
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall
Be careful darling you might fall
I want you
I woke up and one of us was crying
I want you
You said "Young girl I do believe you`re dying"
I want you
If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days
I want you
You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways
I want you
Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget
I want you
Just since when were you so generous and inarticulate
I want you
It`s the stupid details that my heart is breaking for
It`s the way your shoulders shake and what they`re shaking for
I want you
it`s knowing that she knows you now after only guessing
It`s the thought of her undressing you or you undressing
I want you tossed some tatty compliment your way
I want you
And you were fool enough to love it when she said
"I want you"
I want you
The truth can`t hurt you it`s just like the dark
It scares you witless
But in time you see things clear and stark
I want you
Go on and hurt me then we`ll let it drop
I want you
I`m afraid I won`t know where to stop
I want you
I`m not ashamed to say I cried for you
I want you
I want to know the things you did that we do too
I want you
I want to hear she pleases you more than I do
I want you
I might as well be useless for all it means to you
I want you
Did you call her name out as she held you down
I want you
Oh no my darling not with that clown
I want you
I want you
You`ve had your fun you don`t get well no more
I want you
No-one who wants you could want you more
I want you
I want you
I want you
Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up
I want you
I`m going to say it once again `til I instill it
I know I`m going to feel this way until you kill it