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eat the cup 2014, part seven :: everything's cool

the first thrashings of summer heat have landed on our backs here in montreal. i fight this for as long as i can where the world cup is concerned, but there are days when i have to admit it: it's simply not possible for me to cook.

that's why the gods invented ceviche.

well, i don't know if any actual gods were involved, or if it was just a group of central americans who had a wonderful haul of fresh fish and no desire to do anything that would make them hotter. ceviche is for people who are either put off by sushi or who simply aren't confident enough to try it for themselves [like me]. it seems strange, the idea of being intimidated by preparing something you don't cook, but it really isn't as simple as carving up a few filets and throwing them on rice.

ceviche is common throughout central and south america and although there are regional variations. the basics are the same: you take fresh fish and marinate it in citrus juices, along with herbs and spices. as…

eat the cup 2014, part six :: all-geria

i'm soooo excited!!!!!! as much as i try to insert variety into "eat the cup", i can't deny that there is a certain sameness to some of what i end up with. northeastern europe, sub-saharan africa and large parts of south america have commonalities that means that the things can start to get a little repetitive when you have a lot of representation from those three areas. 
but today [actually last night], i got to do an eat the cup like never before, because algeria qualified to move onto the knockout round of the world cup. i have never cooked north african cuisine for eat the cup and let me tell you... i freaking love food from north africa. so much so that i just went for it and didn't even think to combine it with anything else. the complexity of the flavours involved, the variety of ingredients, the heartiness, the subtle french influence... north african food is a like a fantasy.

taken in brief, algeria's history does read like a kind of fantasy: it was …

making faces :: better late than never?

now that it's officially summer, i'm too late to review any spring collection items, right?

but it's really hard for me to let some of them pass me by, because as i think about the things i've passed up, i start to wonder  if i'm missing out on something i would really love. something limited edition. that's how they get you.

so i belatedly caved in to my fascination with guerlain's spring rouge automatique lipsticks and picked up "attrape coeur". this has nothing to do with the eyeshadow palette of the same name that was part of last year's spring collection, although now that i think about it, the two would look nice together.

"attrape coeur" the lipstick is a bright, juicy coral with a strong pink undertone. i have to beware of corals, because ones that are too orange make me look like hot death. this one, however, has now joined the ranks of my very favourite coral tones, ones that i can wear without fear. i find that the cooler…

eat the cup 2014, part five :: i wanna eat like common people

i have a very complicated relationship with uruguayan striker luis suarez. he doesn't know anything about it, of course, but there have been years of conflicted emotion, frustrated thumping of furniture, raised voices and trust issues between us. it goes back to the 2010 world cup, when suarez got himself red-carded and ruined the best game in the entire tournament in order to prevent ghana from scoring, thus ensuring his team won. it was a terrible, unsportsmanlike thing to do, all the worse because it worked.

then, of course, there was his time in the premier league, when he exhibited a diva-like attitude towards his liverpool teammates while consistently failing to live up to his much-discussed potential. to top that off, he was suspended for spewing racist taunts at another player and, when he returned and faced the same team again, refused to shake the outstretched hand of the man he'd abused at the beginning of the match. i hated luis suarez.

then a friend of mine tweete…

making faces :: a flattering flush

a woman cannot live on food and footie alone! [actually, anyone can live on food, that's why we consume it. -ed.] i have a backlog forming of posts on other things, so i figured i should slide this one in, since it's already long overdue.

i've already posted about the new hourglass ambient lighting blush line, a combination of each of their ambient lighting powders with a complementary blush shade. having tested the waters with light, cool pink "ethereal glow", i've now added to my collection "luminous flush".

it's described by hourglass as a "champagne rose" mixed with their "luminous light" powder, a shade meant to mimic a candlelight under any conditions. it's one of the more shimmery ambient lighting powders and, as expected, "luminous flush" is one of the more shimmery blushes. if you take a few moments with a brush to buff the colour into your skin, the shimmer is less obvious, which makes it easier to pul…

eat the cup 2014, part four :: cheering the overdog

a strange thing happened to me the other day, something which has never happened before in any international sporting event that i can remember. i got won over by an american team. normally, i dismiss the americans at the world cup as that group who always get included, but who really don't belong. seeing them play has never convinced me otherwise, but on monday, i have to say, i was impressed.

usually, when i don't feel strongly about either of the teams playing, my natural inclination is to root for the underdog, just to keep things exciting. i also have a tendency to root for teams from africa, who are long overdue for a serious title run. and according to fifa's [admittedly questionable] official ranking, the united states comes in 13th in the world, whereas ghana are far below at 37th. that would make the u.s. serious favourites to win their match, no questions asked.

except that a lot of people thought that the u.s. were fated to get pounded to the bottom of what is…

eat the cup 2014, part three

well as of today, all teams will have played once in the opening round of the world cup, so we've had a good chance to see what everyone is made of. thus far, i would say that everyone is made of extremely healthy muscle tissue and classical bone structure, but we'll get to that later. [on a side note, my computer has been telling me for a month and a half that my keyboard batteries are low. is it possible that my computer has an anxiety disorder? because it kind of seems like it's a little edgy.]

today's [actually last night's] meal celebrates the winners from day three of the competition, the cup's first four-game day and one of the greater culinary challenges i've faced. i had originally planned to skip day three and move right on to day four, but quite honestly, day four's [sunday's] games were so unforgivably boring that i don't really think they deserve a meal. day three, however, had some nice surprises and some interesting culinary possi…

micro mental health monday :: that's special

edit! now with improved link-ness!

in the midst of all this cup-watching and cup-eating, i didn't want to forget the rest of what goes on here at more like space.

while i didn't have time to do a full-blown mental health mondays piece, i did find this rather fascinating piece from the atlantic about some of the truly strange ways in which the brain can malfunction. 
i haven't really dealt with the subject of the injured brain here, mostly because there's more than enough material to keep me occupied just talking about the disordered brain. but these sorts of highly specific malfunctions point to how incredibly intricate and complex these systems really are. 

eat the cup 2014, part two

as i mentioned yesterday, for quite possibly the first time ever, i managed to guess the result of the opening match spot on. as the tournament's worn on, however, my predicative ability has worn off. i'm still faring not so terribly badly, but pretty much anyone can guess moderately well just by choosing the favourite to win every match. sadly, that's a pretty safe strategy. except when it isn't.

for day two, here's how i lined up against the cold, hard truth:

mexico vs cameroon
i said :: mex 2, cmr 1
actual result :: mex 1, cmr 0

chile vs australia
i said :: chi 2, aus 0
actual result :: chl 3, aus 0

spain vs netherlands
i said :: esp 1, ned 0
actual result :: ned 5, esp 1

so i was doing fairly well, except for that one bit where i was completely, totally, hysterically wrong. i'm willing to bet robin van persie's mom had about the same numbers as i on her bracket, because no one saw that scoreline coming. not the biggest dutch fan in the world.

i decided …