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sweet tunes for the secret fattie

So, uh, I’m broke and can’t really afford to eat anything other than bananas dipped in peanut butter and the occasional bowl of broccoli and rice. Other than highly recommending Rachel’s Remedy at Le Cagibi (5490 St-Laurent) as the Ultimate Winter Cure (whiskey and apple juice? ginger? LEMON? Talk about a sickies wet dream!), I don’t have much to report on. In an attempt to keep this blog alive, however, I have decided to keep posting, so here’s a bullshit filler post, aka a list of tunes/records I listen to when cooking, eating, and thinking about food. Perhaps this will inspire some rad cooking sessions to come. Cool, let’s start this.

GIANT DUH. If you aren’t listening to MF DOOM, you are missing out. Best for making brunch for the hungover assholes you call friends or better yet, a late night munchies meal. This record is so good it’s perfect for anytime of the day, but trust me when I say it is highly amplified by greeny goodness, friends and junk food. I dig it with deep fried cauliflower, french toast in beer batter, or super rich double, triple fucking chocolate chip cookies. Put this on, get real, get high, get real high and Enjoy.

 

I really couldn’t pick which PJ album I wanted in here, but this gem of a band has a song for everything, including heart break and eating your feeeewings. Listen to I’ve Still Got You (Ice Cream) while cursing your ex and stuffing your face. Put it on and trash around the kitchen as you make your new fling a Guiness Chocolate Cake. Makes crying into your Rice Dream that much bearable. You’re not a sissy, but you have feelings too. I know, I’m right there with you.

 

This album is perfect for those times when you agreed to bring food to a party you don’t even want to go to. Energetic, feminist, awesome tunes with a food-theme.  Don’t worry about those four dozen perogies or that you only have 2 hours to make them. You’ll do it all, and still have some time to kill. This album makes me want to kick some ass, and that’s exactly the kind of shit you need when you’re pressed for time. Also, am I the only one who thinks White Pepper Ice Cream doesn’t sound that bad? They’re onto something!

 

Coolest album cover of all time? I think so. This band rules, but they rule harder when you’re on a serious sugar high or looking to be. This album is full of sweet tunes about tooth decay and lemonade, real dreamy shit. Listen to it on a summer afternoon, on shrooms or just eating a popsicle. You’ll go to sleep dreaming of chocolate rivers and boyfriends with lollipops for heads. Or something.

In conclusion, I have bad taste in music and I may or may not indulge in some questionable substances, but I still know what I’m talking about when it comes to eating, so enjoy these with whatever you please, and let me know if you have any suggestions for restaurants for me to try in the Montreal area, or heck, even in Omaha, I will be visiting for NYE. Hit me up, babies. I’m all ears.  Real entry with food porn soon. Pinky promise.

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