On Being Fat & Alone

Hello bloggers & blogettes. Welcome to Fat & Alone, the baby born from one-too-many 8am classes and one-hundred-too-many-too-late-nights. Follow the lives of two disgruntled, single George Brown College culinary school students as they sift through the bullshit that is Scantron sheet tests and middle-aged chefs that ogle our (chicken) breasts.

From culinary school gossip, to some tips on dining alone and a list of delicious things to eat off the bodies of your loved ones, we personally guarantee some luscious recipes to give your boyfriend a bigger beef heart-on than Ron Jeremy himself. Our posts may come after a long day with greasy fingers in the kitchen, or a long night with wine lips in the bedroom; regardless, we hope you find us interesting even after one bourbon, one scotch, one (ginger) beer.

Coming soon: Top 5 Hottest (and by that, we clearly mean “best-looking”) Chefs in Toronto, What (Not) To  Do in the Case That You See Teo Paul on the Street, Why Veal Stew Made Us Cry, and much more.

I hope our milkshake will bring y’all to our yard. Or at least our cement patio (We are in Toronto, after all).

Fat & alone,

L.

Disclaimer: FYI, all. I’m totally digging my bodacious bod these days so no need to send me FOUR HUNDRED Facebook messages informing me “I’m not fat” in several differant ways, and two different languages. This a blog written by two single (and fabulous) ladies who just happened to dip their bread into some duck fat at the exact same moment. I can ride my bike and have sex (more than) comfortably, and I look great in vintage lingerie. Everything’s gonna be a-ok.

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