Author Archives: Kara

Friday Food: Soup FAIL

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So last Wednesday I attempted to make Roasted Garlic Soup, which I found on this website.

I had to roast the garlic in the oven for 45 minutes and it smelled absolutely A-MAZING. Like … OMG. *drool* I absolutely love garlic and my house smelled so … domestic.

I chopped onions, carrots and potatoes like the recipes asked for, sauted them for 10 minutes or so and added my liquids, then let it boil for 35 minutes like the recipe asked me to do.

I whizzed the soup up in our little Magic Bullet since we don’t have a blender (Just a note: The lid gets seized on the Magic Bullet if you whip up HOTTT stuff for too long. Insert mental image of me panicking in the kitchen now.)

The soup ended up looking like this:

Tasty looking right? WRONG! Here comes the fail …

Because I’m not a wine drinker at all, I figured “Hey, why don’t you just substitute white wine vinegar for the white wine? Yeaah, don’t do that. As soon as I put the vinegar in, it just smelled horrible. I figure I’d try it, but no … after a half a bowl, I felt gross.  So yeah, soup fail. I’ll try it again in the near future but WITHOUT the freaking vinegar.

Go ahead, tell me I’m a dumbass …

Being Discovered

Posted in Blogging, Dilemmas, Life by

I’m not talking about being discovered by a talent company and making millions of dollars before crashing and becoming a DUI, issue ridden celebrity, but having your real-life family and friends discover your blog in which you may or may not have complained about them.

There are only a couple of people who I know in real life who read my blog and I’m actually aware of it. That way, I know not to talk trash about either of them. (Kidding, they’re both amazing women!) In a way, I don’t want to say something hurtful about someone I know if the “real world”, but in another way, venting on the Interweb is fantastic. Where else can you express your irriations of the day with no repercussions? Ahh, lovely.

However, not too long ago, I can across this post in my Google Reader. Basically, if you’re feeling too lazy to click through, a lovely blogger had used her blog as a way to vent about her in-laws (because everyone needs to!) and they found out. This got me thinking, “Oh shit! Have I ever talked shit about any of my real-life friends and family?”

I’m thinking I haven’t, but it sure makes me think hard about what I write. Some of my friends irritate the shit out of me sometimes, but I’d never tell them because I love them. I just deal with it because they’re my friends. I have faults and flaws too so I try and not have a “I don’t care what I write” attitude. And luckily, I have a member’s only blog on a body modification website where I can spazz out freely. I really don’t think anyone I know would pay $10 for 6-months of blog stalking.

And it’s not like I hide the fact that I have a blog. I have it open for my friends (and only my friends) to click through to on my Facebook page, I have it on my Twitter profile and when I’m typing furiously at my keyboard at home and Kyle or my roommate ask what I’m doing, I tell them I’m blogging. If I really need to get specific, I can always password protect my posts.

I just wonder who’s actually bothered to actually search out my blog in real life. Show yourselves, you lurkers!

So, have you had any experiences with “real-life” people finding your blog? Was it good, bad or otherwise? How much do you censor your blogs to avoid confrontation?

Slow down, there’s more life to live

Posted in Appearances, Growing Up, Life, Reflections by

I was in the changing room at the gym, getting frustrated as usual because the floor was soaking wet because the little girls in there were running around soaking wet after getting out of the pool. (I have a thing with wet socks, okay?) I nearly slipped and broke my neck because of my non-slip friendly footwear when I heard these little girls singing Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back”. Err, wha?

It made me wonder, do these girls even know what sexy means? They couldn’t have been any older than 9 and here they’re singing a song that came out when they were 5. When I was their age I was still watching Sailor Moon and music hadn’t even struck my interest yet. (That would be grade 5, when I fell in love with the Backstreet Boys)

I have seen kids younger than 9 with coloured streaks in their hair. I’ve seen 11-year-olds with mascara on. I’d probably pass out if I saw a 12-year old with a septum piercing. Christ, I’ve heard kids who look that age talk about sex. Whaa? I’m pretty sure I didn’t even know what a (pardon my rudeness but -) blow job was until well into Grade 7. Okay, I was the same age as those kids, but I wasn’t freaking trading techniques during recess.

My question is – are kids these days growing up too fast? Every movie appealing to a younger audience revolves around sex, drugs and well, rock and roll. (Okay, maybe not rock and roll, but you know) My 16 year old cousin (well, kinda cousin) claims she loves a guy after they were dating for a week. Young girls are wearing make-up and revealing clothing … it’s sad really. Whatever happened to being young and innocent? Is society putting too much pressure on kids to grow up and act like adults?

I may sound like an old fuddy-duddy, but when I was 12, I didn’t have a cell phone, Facebook, or even high speed Internet. I never felt pressured to be more grown up. Sometimes I just want to ask these kids, “What the hell? Can’t you see that there’s more to life than appearances and being popular?”

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s not.