Chicken feet

Don't knock it until you have had it.

I should first go on to say that not every restaurant serves good feet.. gosh, I sound like a cannibal.

There is an excellent Chinese restaurant here in the lower mainland that serves some of the best Dim Sum you could possibly find. Sure, it's not as authentic.. and by authentic I mean that the Dim Sum isn't wheeled around on a cart ready for you to pluck it off.. but it is instead made to order, fresh, and mmm damn delicious. I could eat their steamed shrimp dumplings all day, every day!

Growing up in a small town in northern BC, I had never been exposed to any food other than typical western cuisine; however, I should note that I think that my mom was Asian in a past life because we used to eat all kinds of chicken liver, chicken heart, fried rice and fried okra. Anywayyyyy.. besides my mom's unique diversions, we mainly ate the "typical" food found in Canada: hamburgers, chicken fingers, mashed potatoes, grilled cheese.. you get the point. 

So needless to say, when I moved to the lower mainland, I was blown away by the diversity of food. Not that we didn't have different kinds of food where I grew up.. okay, one Chinese restaurant. So, lets just say that I wasn't exposed to much.

There are so many different styles of food that I adore; however, I still cannot get over the fact that people eat cow stomach. I do not think that I could ever venture down that road. Something about gastric juices does not turn my crank.. Or chicken intestine.. okay, lets just say anything that involves the digestive track.

I think I will just stick to body parts that walked around in poo all day.

Such a double standard.

Until next time..

Adventures in waxing

I hate hair. Like hate. Capital H-ate.

I associate it with feeling dirty.

And I am obviously not talking about head hair here.. duh.

My sister and one of my closest friends had told me of their new found love of going to the esthetician and getting a full blown Brazilian.

This completely blew my mind and had me curious to no end. Sure, I had always seen this risque service offered at many different salons, but I always turned my head away from it because it was as foreign to me as Spanish.

So, this weekend I decided to get brave and give it a go.

It may or may not have been a good idea. I have yet to recover to let you know.

"Recover." Like it's a friggen surgery or something. But I am telling you, holy hell is it ever a recovery process. I would imagine it is the equivalent to having someone kick you in your extra special place.

I will warn that this procedure is not, and I mean not, for shy people. If you cannot go to the doctor to have a pap smear, you will want to stay far, far, far away. There is no shyness factor here people! You let it all show.. and with emphasis on all. My advice is that if you are deciding to walk down this road, ask a lot of questions prior and go into it with an open mind. If you do not, you will come out wanting to file a lawsuit thinking that this person has severely violated your personal space.

I've been informed that it does get better with each procedure. This amazes me. I like to think that they are delusional. But now this has my curiosity peeked. Can it actually get better? I might just have to brave the wax and figure this out for myself.

Until next time..