Or perhaps I'd consider myself the stranger, having been absent for more than two months. When we last left off, I was in the midst of embarking upon a whole new phase of life, that of a nine-to-fiver: a full-timer, a real-world worker, a career lady. Holy smokes, did I ever have not even the most remote idea of what I was getting into (that's a clunky sentence for someone who makes a living as a proofreader. Sheesh).
I'm not even saying that I was ill-prepared, nor am I saying that I regret taking on this new life of mine; on the contrary, I adore my job: I adore the people, the work, the mental stimulation, the central location of the offices, the trek there that allows me to devour novels, the novelty of adult life (yeah, I know, the novelty won't last). Deadlines are frightening and some projects are daunting, but I'd like to say that university prepared me pretty well, and for my Concordia professors and general experience, I am grateful--I might be lost without that.
So on March 29th I started a new job, and few days later, my (ex-)boyfriend and I ended our three-year relationship, so I really did embark on an extremely new phase of my life. I'm not sad, I'm not angry, and I'm not filled with regret; I'm going to exhaust all of the clichés, I know, but it's a new chapter in my life, and I am happily enjoying every second of what this life is giving me. I have my family, my friends, my health, and a zeal that I'm pretty sure I must have inherited from my jovial father. I am not fazed.
Am I getting too personal? Well, I am grateful to whomever reads this blog, too, and I figured I might as well update you on my prolonged absence, which had everything to do with getting home at 7 pm every night after work and too much to do over the weekend to sit down and write blogs. Oh, and I picked up and ran (err, flew) off to Europe with my cousin and his beautiful girlfriend for two weeks.
Despite my failed attempts at documenting cooking or eating expeditions, I have indeed been cooking, eating, and relishing all the meals cooked for me while exploring and rediscovering Paris, Milan, Rome, and Florence. Because of work during the week and an overwhelming sleepiness at the end of the day for the first few weeks of my new job, I'd go on cooking rampages on Saturdays, brunch-making sessions on Sundays, and gather all of the leftovers into individual, meal-sized containers for the coming week. It's a technique I've heard successful professionals use, and it really is a time-saver. My only complaint is that at times I have been known to grow tired of having the same lunch or dinner every day, so welcoming the usual, fresh sandwich into the mix is always a superb option.
But I'm surely boring you. Here are select pictures (not posting for two months results in a barrage of photos) of meals cooked and enjoyed in the Montreal area (EDIT: well, aren't I a bright soul! I somehow managed to have lost all of those pictures when I emptied my camera's memory card of photos in order to make room for Europe), followed by photos of tasty eats in Europe accompanied by quick captions.
Enjoy, and thank you again for reading and stopping by :-)
Vegan in Suburbia--and Abroad