Personal Cuisine Notes (with a splash of the sexes)
.1. Yesterday I was in the kitchen at the office and a very pretty and very tiny woman came in to get her lunch. She pulled out what I can only describe as the largest tupperware I have ever laid eyes on; larger than the Pheronic head purchased by my father.
From what I can tell, she usually brings in about three of these tupperwares filled with what my mum calls “7asheesh” (translation: “grass”), and she snacks on them all day long. No stuffed chicken, or mulukhya or ma7shi or even wara2 3enab, just “grass”. Cute little bunny rabbit.
I can imagine her pulling a sled over her shoulder every morning, one stacked with grass, so as to sustain her eating all day long at the office.
She is much healthier and in much better shape than all of us combined and so I will leave this RPN at this: admiration for her.
.2. All this writing about grass has made me crave poutine.
.3.Took my entire lunch this day and completed the shopping for my first ever annual Holiday Dinner Party. I had a list of 37 items (including props) and managed to find all that I was looking for.
Note to self: Am terribly organised; ought to consider starting my own organising company for sad disorganised folks. Make millions. Marry Tamer Hagras.
While I was in Loblaws, I was investigating a bunch of spinach, when it started to rain on my head.
I threw myself backwards and nearly knocked over their display of chestnuts so as to not ruin my hair, and thought: “…to hell with the spinach” when I realised that there are automatic sprinklers above the greens (7asheesh) in Loblaws. I stood muttering to myself and touching my hair, watching as every few minutes, a spray of water would be unleashed on the sopping wet greens.
Note to self: Do bring shower cap next am in Loblaws.
.4. Also, while in Loblaws, I had the help of Dave S., my own personal Loblaws shopper, who took me down all of the aisles and pulled out what I needed and couldn’t find (e.g. “Dave S., is a shallot a type of potato or onion?”).
Dave S. was great, and if ever you are at the Loblaws at the corner of Vanier and something-or-other, look for Dave S.
.5. iTunes is in Canada now!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so excited when I received the notification e-mail last night that I immediately exercised my right to be a consumer and purchased two of my favourite dance tunes: Britney Spears’ (shut up) ‘I’m a Slave 4 U’ and ‘Prerogative’. Most excellent way to start off my weekend.
.6. Elizabeth arrives this evening. Woo-hoo.
.7. Hatem4444 is back (yay) and he commented a great deal, and so I feel the necessity to blog a response because his questions are rather valid and touch on many of the thoughts in my own head, most especially that strange and special dimension we hit when are dealing with those of the opposite sex (if straight).
Hatem4444: “…the more i read the more i know about u & other girls in our age group.”
Maha: Really. I wouldn’t recommend taking me as an indicator of anyone in our age group or otherwise. That could be hazardous to your health; have a tendency to be rather flippant about much and reside all-too-often in a world of my own making (though this makes those around me happy because sitting with the *real* me is usually like sitting in a room filled with pink elephants).
Note to you: Am not a pink elephant, only like one…but not my thighs, or my nose, or my ears. I do have tusks, though. Sorry.
Hatem4444: “…are ur notes to self considered the typical girl's notes to herself or are u considered ultra-normal (to put it diplomatically). I mean, should i consider forming the assuption that ur notes to self are a general opinion of a general girl your age generally,therefore postulating some postulates/theories about the female way of thinking?!”
Blog Hostess: Absolutely not. The notes to my self are really the product of hyper active imagination, although often times rooted in some sort of fantasy (e.g. Tamer Hagras). I would think it safe to assume that most women do not think this way, or men, or those in between. You should consider the note to self a second person in my personality; She whom is a dork, and who you should be inspired to love.
Also, they are key components of a book I am writing and I have never seen them used in the same capacity as I use them (to tell an on-going story, and explain the main character to the reader) and so they are all my own. I do plan on executing those who try to emulate the notes to self portion of my writing.
Let’s go with “ultra-normal”, in the most un-general way possible. Also, do not postulate / theorise based on anything on this blog, unless you are interested directly in me, your blog mistress. (And if you do look like Tamer Hagras, please feel free to postulate as much and as often as you wish.)
Hatem4444: i was always intrigued by how males/females speak different languages:martian/venetian, u know.
i always needed some guidance in venetian & am on pursuit to take classes if necessary.
Apricot: Me as well. Unfortunately, I don’t speak Venetian, rather Maha-nese. Have stopped trying to understand Martian, because I am hopeless. The bottom line is, am not big on games and don’t really know how to go about them; those who know me understand that I speak Human and am very forthright.
Honestly, if a man likes a woman, he too will speak Human and pursue her; Vice versa for women. My favourite form of communication is usually akin to: “…I think you’re smokin’ hot and want to hang out with you to see where this could lead us…”.
Note to self: Though am sounding authoritative and rather intelligent at the mo, really have no idea what I am talking about.
I believe that if you refuse to listen to that divide (Venetian / Martian), you will be much happier and much more comfortable in your own skin and in any relationship. That is my advice to my boy cousins all the time, and they can attest to the fact that women fall at their feet…like flies, they drop; be honest, be attentive and be communicative. That’s all there is. End of story. Partners in life ought to be nothing more than best friends with a splash of serious chemistry.
If you’re faced with a woman who tries to speak Venetian, my advice is to drop her. Immediately. ASAP.
And frankly, a man who has the confidence and strength and charm to pursue someone on such an honest and forthright level is a rarity but a gem worth paying serious attention to…Even if he is 4’2” and really hairy. At least in my books, or erm, on my blog.
.8. I absolutely loved fleshing that out!
Note to Hatem444: Do comment in this realm more often…
.9. Note to you: Am single, so read the above with great trepidation. Actually, best not to pay attention to a word I’ve written.
From what I can tell, she usually brings in about three of these tupperwares filled with what my mum calls “7asheesh” (translation: “grass”), and she snacks on them all day long. No stuffed chicken, or mulukhya or ma7shi or even wara2 3enab, just “grass”. Cute little bunny rabbit.
I can imagine her pulling a sled over her shoulder every morning, one stacked with grass, so as to sustain her eating all day long at the office.
She is much healthier and in much better shape than all of us combined and so I will leave this RPN at this: admiration for her.
.2. All this writing about grass has made me crave poutine.
.3.Took my entire lunch this day and completed the shopping for my first ever annual Holiday Dinner Party. I had a list of 37 items (including props) and managed to find all that I was looking for.
Note to self: Am terribly organised; ought to consider starting my own organising company for sad disorganised folks. Make millions. Marry Tamer Hagras.
While I was in Loblaws, I was investigating a bunch of spinach, when it started to rain on my head.
I threw myself backwards and nearly knocked over their display of chestnuts so as to not ruin my hair, and thought: “…to hell with the spinach” when I realised that there are automatic sprinklers above the greens (7asheesh) in Loblaws. I stood muttering to myself and touching my hair, watching as every few minutes, a spray of water would be unleashed on the sopping wet greens.
Note to self: Do bring shower cap next am in Loblaws.
.4. Also, while in Loblaws, I had the help of Dave S., my own personal Loblaws shopper, who took me down all of the aisles and pulled out what I needed and couldn’t find (e.g. “Dave S., is a shallot a type of potato or onion?”).
Dave S. was great, and if ever you are at the Loblaws at the corner of Vanier and something-or-other, look for Dave S.
.5. iTunes is in Canada now!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so excited when I received the notification e-mail last night that I immediately exercised my right to be a consumer and purchased two of my favourite dance tunes: Britney Spears’ (shut up) ‘I’m a Slave 4 U’ and ‘Prerogative’. Most excellent way to start off my weekend.
.6. Elizabeth arrives this evening. Woo-hoo.
.7. Hatem4444 is back (yay) and he commented a great deal, and so I feel the necessity to blog a response because his questions are rather valid and touch on many of the thoughts in my own head, most especially that strange and special dimension we hit when are dealing with those of the opposite sex (if straight).
Hatem4444: “…the more i read the more i know about u & other girls in our age group.”
Maha: Really. I wouldn’t recommend taking me as an indicator of anyone in our age group or otherwise. That could be hazardous to your health; have a tendency to be rather flippant about much and reside all-too-often in a world of my own making (though this makes those around me happy because sitting with the *real* me is usually like sitting in a room filled with pink elephants).
Note to you: Am not a pink elephant, only like one…but not my thighs, or my nose, or my ears. I do have tusks, though. Sorry.
Hatem4444: “…are ur notes to self considered the typical girl's notes to herself or are u considered ultra-normal (to put it diplomatically). I mean, should i consider forming the assuption that ur notes to self are a general opinion of a general girl your age generally,therefore postulating some postulates/theories about the female way of thinking?!”
Blog Hostess: Absolutely not. The notes to my self are really the product of hyper active imagination, although often times rooted in some sort of fantasy (e.g. Tamer Hagras). I would think it safe to assume that most women do not think this way, or men, or those in between. You should consider the note to self a second person in my personality; She whom is a dork, and who you should be inspired to love.
Also, they are key components of a book I am writing and I have never seen them used in the same capacity as I use them (to tell an on-going story, and explain the main character to the reader) and so they are all my own. I do plan on executing those who try to emulate the notes to self portion of my writing.
Let’s go with “ultra-normal”, in the most un-general way possible. Also, do not postulate / theorise based on anything on this blog, unless you are interested directly in me, your blog mistress. (And if you do look like Tamer Hagras, please feel free to postulate as much and as often as you wish.)
Hatem4444: i was always intrigued by how males/females speak different languages:martian/venetian, u know.
i always needed some guidance in venetian & am on pursuit to take classes if necessary.
Apricot: Me as well. Unfortunately, I don’t speak Venetian, rather Maha-nese. Have stopped trying to understand Martian, because I am hopeless. The bottom line is, am not big on games and don’t really know how to go about them; those who know me understand that I speak Human and am very forthright.
Honestly, if a man likes a woman, he too will speak Human and pursue her; Vice versa for women. My favourite form of communication is usually akin to: “…I think you’re smokin’ hot and want to hang out with you to see where this could lead us…”.
Note to self: Though am sounding authoritative and rather intelligent at the mo, really have no idea what I am talking about.
I believe that if you refuse to listen to that divide (Venetian / Martian), you will be much happier and much more comfortable in your own skin and in any relationship. That is my advice to my boy cousins all the time, and they can attest to the fact that women fall at their feet…like flies, they drop; be honest, be attentive and be communicative. That’s all there is. End of story. Partners in life ought to be nothing more than best friends with a splash of serious chemistry.
If you’re faced with a woman who tries to speak Venetian, my advice is to drop her. Immediately. ASAP.
And frankly, a man who has the confidence and strength and charm to pursue someone on such an honest and forthright level is a rarity but a gem worth paying serious attention to…Even if he is 4’2” and really hairy. At least in my books, or erm, on my blog.
.8. I absolutely loved fleshing that out!
Note to Hatem444: Do comment in this realm more often…
.9. Note to you: Am single, so read the above with great trepidation. Actually, best not to pay attention to a word I’ve written.
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