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I just woke up from a dream in which I spent epic amounts of time trying to read an article while being constantly interrupted. I don't even know why I wanted to read the article so badly; it was an article on Amy Winehouse. And it's not like it would have been accurate anyway, since the things I know about Amy Winehouse are as follows:

1. They tried to make her go to rehab.
2. She said, "No, no, no."

But on the flip side, the day can only go up from here! Especially since I have friends coming in to town AND I have a post to make about Sam's Adventures In Cooking. I didn't injure myself, but I was once again defeated by my own inability to make delicious pastry of any kind.

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In honour of the much-beloved and newly-deceased Irving Penn, who photographed fashion, life, and food:



I present to you an essay inspired by last night's attempt at Canadian cuisine.

Nanaimo Bars: Innocent Canadian Delicacy or SATAN'S OWN SNACKFOOD?
An expose by Sam Starbuck, BA, MA, BBQ

( It began, as so much does, with my mother. )