The PB & J Experience

Call me sheltered. Say I never had a childhood. Tell me I was missing out.

Yes, until recently I had never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. At the age of 21, this topic came up in conversation as I tried to tell my friend NO I hadn't eaten a PB & J, but I was a curry connoisseur at the age of 5. That surely had to count for something. She thought otherwise, and it became her personal mission to introduce me to a staple in every child's diet.

Of course, my roommate at the time loved to document everything I did- including late night exam time KD feasts- so out came the camera for this momentuous time. Joy.

I am not a fan of foods touching. The PB co-mingling with the J was too much to handle. 

Nevertheless, I was optimistic. Surely there had to be a reason why so many people consume so much white bread. Other than the fact that they to are "white bread". 

My faith in humanity was obviously blown far out of proportion. No, people just have bad taste. And are cheap as hell. Not even the toaster and "fancy" jam could make the Dempster concoction good. 

There was hype. There was fanfare. Heck, there was paparazzi. But there was no faking the trademark Kodiak smile knowing I still had half a sandwich to go. 

Verdict? "Do white people ate this a lot?" 

I think I will stick with my curry, thanks.

From the pie hole

I like to describe myself as a closeted foodie. 

The kind of person who can eat a mediocre hamburger without bursting into tears, but get me talking food and you might not hear the end of it. When asked what one thing I wanted to do in Toronto was, my answer was undoubtedly to find a good (and student budget-friendly) sangria. 

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My claim to fame in my circle of friends has always been food. If there is a bake sale around the university, you can count on some gourmet cupcakes. My television schedule is so jam-packed with foodie tv that I convinced my roommate that the premium cable package was not only awesome, but a necessity. And don't get me started on the Eat Street app. You want to find a food truck? You ask me.

Made for the graduating class of 2012. 

This blog was spurred by my mother who so lovingly suggested I find another hobby. One that didn't include "putting things in my pie hole". 

Motherly love...

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I began blogging in high school, and revisited that love during my internships at rock-it promotions. Being a suburban girl, my summers were not only spent boosting my resume, but navigating the TTC system (and their delays), breaking in killer shoes pounding the pavement of Queen West and finding/ trying/ raving about the restaurants of the city. 

So from my pie hole comes Suburban Girl Eats. I will chronicle some of my favourite finds from the big city and back here in suburbia- should you be brave enough to endure the commute!