I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ice Cream!

Last weekend P and I went to the Museum of Anthroplogy to check out their Layers of Influence: Unfolding Cloth Across Cultures exhibit.

The exhibit was fascinating, and the first display you read truly set you up to really take in the weight of what you were about to see, "From birth to death, humans are wrapped in cloth worn for survival, but more importantly, wear clothing as an external expression of their spiritual belief system, social status and political identity."

I would strongly suggest checking it out, but I might be a little textile biased.

The museum was closing at 4, allowing us plenty of time to go through the exhibit, take a quick peek through the permanent collection and do the obligatory once over of the museum gift shop.

I was so engrossed in all the displays and collection pieces, I only ended up taking a single picture. It was obviously a picture of this wicker motorcycle.

It begged the question, if I went to a museum but didn't post on social media, did I really go at all?

As we walked back to the car and started to discuss where we we wanted to go for dinner. The classics we always go to initially came to mind, but I wanted to bring occasion to the day and go somewhere we don't often frequent. Besides that, while I now know The Diner was open, we thought it was closed.

We headed down to West Broadway, past the McDonalds that is literally always under renovations, skipping by the only Swiss Chalet in Vancouver and made a beeline for Nuba. Much to our chagrin it was an hour long wait and we ended up at the Italian Garden, which was mediocre to say the least.

The caesar salad was delicious, but it's tasty homemade dressing and delicious fresh croutons were overshadowed by the fact that our mains arrived literally more than an hour after we had walked in the front door. There were two (yes only two) front of house staff and while we did arrive at 4:45 pm and there were only two other tables occupied, by the time we left, the two staff had eight 4 tops to take care of and their hustle was obviously in their other pair of pants. It took another half an hour to get their attention after we had been completely done our meals to ask for the bill, and another 10 minutes to actually get it.

I think their pizzas are something to reckoned with. I'll have to go back and try one of those out. I'm not one to judge on a single pasta dish alone.

I however, digress. The real highlight of the evening was happening across 720Sweets on the way back to the car! While I had neither cash nor my credit card on me at the time, I vowed to come back later in the week, and on Wednesday, I did just that!

When P and walked in on Saturday evening, before we knew about their particular payment options, I immediately noticed their 'smoking' ice cream.

Immediately, I knew this was a something I want to try, and knew it was something my lovely friend Aubree would be interested in. Always up for a culinary adventure or at least a new food or cafe experience, a very vague opening text later, we had plans made!

Initially we had planned to go on Tuesday, but Aubree actually did some google legwork (more than me) and found they were closed on Tuesday... random.

Plans already set for Tuesday, we made the perhaps unwise choice to meet up twice in one week for dessert. Tuesday found us at Cartems on Broadway, where I obviously had to sample the maple bacon doughnut and pair it with a classic salted caramel ice cream from Ernest ice cream.

Wednesday we actually met up at 1ish and had to wait 2 hours for 720Sweets to open. I was clearly blinded by my excitement for trying this ice cream and incapable of researching it all. Aubree really saved my bacon (pun intended) a few times on this 'smoking' ice cream adventure.

"A balanced diet is an ice cream in each hand"
When they finally opened at 3, we were by no means the first people in there. After pursing the menu for a few minutes, and having to whittle our choices down based on broken machines and lack of supplies we both selected "The Classic", which was described as cereal milk flavour. It was topped with crumbled graham cracker and for some inexplicable reason, dyed a very light shade of blue.

The ice cream itself was tasty enough and the cereal milk flavour was actually pretty delicious. The experience however, of having the dry ice 'smoke' flow out of the sides of the cup brought me to a level of childish joy that can only be described as giddy. Sorry you had see that Aubree.

I'd say it's a 30/70 split between the cost of the ice cream itself and the experience.

In making our plans and precipitated by my very unclear text as to where I actually wanted to go, Aubree came across a few other interesting Ice Cream places and a list has been born. Here are just a few of the places I want to try and for the moment (I think), Aubree is up for the challenge:

Non-nitrogen ice cream shops that need to make list too:

My waistline will not be thanking me any time soon, but my taste buds sure will be!

Stay tuned for more confectionery and dessert adventures and a play by play of my perceived blood sugar levels.

And yes, in case you were wondering Aubree, yes I was listening to the Spotify playlist Dad Road Trip while writing this. It's a new favourite!

     designing a life filled with friends, food and of course... ice cream
          Anna Felicity

Third time's a charm...

It recently came to my attention that a friend of mine somehow found my blog. It was unclear while we were yelling at each other over a table at a Mardi Gras party how she came across it, and the two jell-o shots we had just slurped up didn't help clear it up, but nonetheless she found it.

I was surprised and little embarrassed. while I don’t think there is anything on here that I have to be embarrassed about (although a committed sleuth could prove me wrong), but it made me realize I haven't written anything on here in over a year! A lot of things have happened over the past year, and lot of my life remains largely the same. Those in my family, circle of friends, and periphery have had life changing events, and some have found their groove, enjoying the simplicity of knowing exactly what the next few years of their lives will bring.

Thinking about this blog, I realized I'm not entirely sure why I started it. My first post was all the way back in 2003, consisted of a sad excuse for a sentence, and God help me ended with 'BYEZ'. It has been viewed by a whole... well, zero people. It’s a beautiful representation of the life of a teenaged girl from 2003 Tsawwassen.

In my friend group in high-school, those with something to say started a blog hoping anyone and everyone would listen. I had neither anything to say, nor people to listen. This apparently didn't seem faze me as I continued to write intermittent posts for the better part of 2003 and 2004. I discovered post titles and a general theme to a post fairly quickly, but it’s still unclear why I was even doing it. I reference what I can only imagine are teenage crushes, so vague and nonchalantly, the best cryptographers wouldn’t be able to figure out who I was talking about, and quite frankly, wouldn’t care.

I started trying to bring some kind of interest in at some point by citing a Word of the Day, poached from Dictionary.com. There was quite a gap during my GAP year (sorry for the pun, it couldn’t be avoided), and I tried to start again when I got home. There were so many experiences I had while I was in England, so many amazing people I met, and a few I no desire to meet again. I can only imagine I was so busy processing it all, I never got a chance to write it down. I am only the tapestry of those experiences and lessons learned, and cannot go back in time I relive them.

2006 and 2007 were okay, and I literally didn’t post once in 2008. My first post in 2009 was in July, which would have been 2 months after my dad passed away. I don't mention it all in the post, but it's pretty obvious I got some real shit going on in my head.

Sporadic posts followed into 2009 and 2010, two whole posts in 2011 and flurry of writing briefly reigned in 2012, where I started my 'designing' sign-off. (read: A 10 whole posts, almost one a month).

2013 to 2016 saw 10 posts over 3 years, and I completely ignored my 10 year anniversary of even having this blog, although I think that’s for the best as it's not the best representation of my commitment, writing skills, or desire to stick to one thing for any extended period of time.

These on again, off again whirlwinds of writing give me a few hints to my hesitation behind writing down my thoughts and feelings in such a public setting. I refuse to be venerable to outside world. I always have. I won't cry or break down in public. I rarely freak out or yell. I wouldn't be surprised if clutching onto my feelings like this is in some part the cause of the terrible migraines I get, or if one day I might snap, but for right now, that’s neither here nor there. I don't know why I started doing it, and I suppose I could delve into my sub-conscience or childhood to figure it out, but I'm okay for now. That trait is a part of me.

So, what, you may ask, is all this leading to? The answer, I have no freaking idea. In writing this post, I have certainly remembered how much I love writing, and absolutely want to get back to it. I don't know what it will look like, what I will write, and who will read it, but stay tuned, you might even get a few wise words out me yet. This is, if I reviewed my previous posts correctly, the third time I've said I should, or want, or will write here more often. Let's see if it sticks this time.

 designing... well... my life, what ever that may be

          Anna Felicity