Why didn’t anyone tell me grad school was going to be hard? I kind of pictured myself like, discussing theory and then going out for beers with smart people and then having totally ample time to do all the exciting, challenging work that I would naturally produce. I do get to do the theory-discussing and the beer-drinking, but the ample time? Not so much.

But there’s all this paper-grading, and grant-applying, and giving seminars on kung fu movies, and giving seminars on psychoanalysis and The Matrix, and mountains of dense dense reading, and you can’t really have an off day because if you don’t talk a lot or just want to fall asleep, everyone notices because there are 5 people in your class. And apparently because you’re in grad school now, you’re supposed to be a grownup and no one’s going to hold your hand. (Except, in my case, Alex, who is literally holding my hand).

(A bunch of rambly stuff about food after the jump).

Now that I’m here, where I wanted to be a year ago, all I want to do is spend my time looking up recipes for squash soup (to use up Mr. Butternut who’s been sitting on the counter). I kind of want to replicate one that Kevan served us a year ago, which was like the nectar of the gourd gods, but seeing as he’s gallivanting in Fiji, I can’t exactly just email him for the recipe. (I could email him, but if I was gallivanting in Fiji, I probably wouldn’t bring my recipe books.) I don’t want it to be too rich, and a lot of the maple and squash ones are very elaborate (like, roasting the squash with a bunch of spices, pureeing it and then adding it separately to a base that involves making a roux) and seem like they’d really overwhelm the squash and be overly sweet. Now that I’ve read about 800 recipes, I’ll probably just wing it. We’re going to the movies tonight, but I’ll be home tomorrow.

In other food news, the pizza situation in Vancouver is not as dire as I had feared. We already knew about Nat’s, but we finally tried The Flying Wedge , which had been recommended to us and has much more convenient locations. And lo, it was good; seriously, we had pizza with three kinds of sausages, and figs! On pizza! There’s a place down the street from us that does thin crust that we haven’t tried yet.

Speaking of figs, we finally broke down and bought a loaf of (very pricey) Terra fig and anise bread. And it was totally worth it. I don’t even really like anise, but the flavours really balanced gorgeously. Also, the texture? It was crusty and chewy and, man, I wish I was better at writing about food. It, combined with the recent run of Smitten bread posts, has made me want to try my hand at bread-baking. The last time I tried to make bread (not in a bread-maker), I was probably about 13 years old. I’m definitely a better cook now.

Not that I really have time to devote to bread right now. Or even soup.