I am too busy eating things that I would never be able to cook on my own. I guess the novelty of bento has faded for me, just like any other thing I started and quit before finishing. I do make some bentos, perhaps once a week; but they are usually boring leftovers and I seem to prefer spending my time eating my food or reading about food than writing about it. Midwest was slow, you could stop and risk taking your time; but when the things are this fast, you don’t want to stop and philosophize about a tiny frozen meatball (I have eaten frozen food just once since I moved, and it was free and tasted nasty). Why should I stop anyway? I might just miss a 3 dollar lunch special because I decided to stay in and blog.
In all honesty, I guess I lose my interest in things way too easily. Perhaps we can meet some other time when I can come up with something that is not written before. It is definitely not going to be a Montreal food blog though; too may of them are around these days and they do this much better than a newbie in town. Perhaps I can come back when I get bored with takeout. Who knows?
So this is a farewell from one of the stinkiest, smokiest and tastiest corners of Montreal, where they know how to make chicken, where people line up at -20 degrees to get their chicken, where real estate values go down, just because the whole block is covered in heavy, foggy, chickeny, coaly barbecue smoke:
This city spoiled me big time. I am worried that I will never want to move. Or cook…
