Hydrolife Magazine December/January 2017 (USA Edition)

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THE LEVEL of freedom and expression
Anne embodied was clearly not for
everybody, but man, was it for me!”
Quiche Your Ass Good Night!
... with shallots, bacon, and cilantro
4-5g toasted shake flour *
4 eggs
1 shallot
1/3 C cream/milk
1C fresh spinach
1/3 C fresh cilantro
1/2 C sharp cheddar cheese
dash of salt
dash of pepper
4-5 strips bacon (pre-cooked)
12 tart shells
• Pre-heat oven to 350°F
• Cut pre-cooked bacon into 36 pieces
• Set aside a few sprigs of cilantro for decor
• Combine spinach, cream, cilantro, shallot, shake flour, eggs,
salt, and pepper in blender and blend well
• Place two pieces of bacon in the bottom of each shell
• Pour egg mixture into each shell
• Bake at 350℉ for 15 minutes
• Remove from oven and top with sharp cheddar
• Garnish with a sprig of cilantro and piece of bacon
• Return to oven and bake 15 minutes or until golden
• Cool and serve
*Toasted shake flour is dried cannabis leaves that have been pre-toasted in the oven at 240 ℉ degrees for 20
minutes before being ground into flour. This process increases the potency of the shake but is not necessary.
Photo by mariacoletsis.com
I also met my new best friend, Paddy,
right away. He was a vendor of cigarettes
and candy bars, shuffling along and singing
out his slogans.
Paddy was around 76 years old at the
time, but he coerced me into saying he
was 80. When everybody was trying to
look younger, Paddy wanted to look older.
He thought it made him cooler. “First guy
I ever sold a cold beer to down here was
Captain Cook,” he liked to brag.
I would call him over as he casually
sauntered by; then, out of nowhere, he’d
kick his feet out from under himself.
He’d be suddenly lying on his side, head
resting in his palm, saying something
amusing like, “I thought you’d never ask.”
I’d buy a smoke and light up, anticipating
his bevy of well-rehearsed jokes.
“Cops stopped me at the top of the trail
last night and asked if I had been dropping
LSD down here. I looked that cop
straight in the face and said, ‘Shit man,
you think I got this way smokin’ tobacco?’”
When you got to laughing the hardest,
he would spring up equally as fast
as he fell and continue on his way.
Always leave them laughing; Paddy
taught me that early.
It was during a cigarette purchase I
asked Paddy if he would help me with
my own comedy routine. I think I flattered
him. We met at his apartment one rainy
afternoon a few days later, where I sat on
the floor at his feet, listening to him tell
tales for four hours uninterrupted. He had
been a comedic actor on CBC and a few
other places, here and there. He boasted
knowing Molly Ringwald’s dad, Bob, the
blind piano player. He told me he once
saw Betty Davis’s tits backstage. Then,
we played some poker, listened to Tony
Bennet, and ate steaks. I found my new
life. I was Paddy’s new side kick.
Being unclothed and Paddy’s new
best friend made me quick alumni
down at Wreck Beach, able to sit
most anywhere with anyone. If Paddy
introduced me, I was okay. This is
an important social tool on any nude
beach where police can show up at any
moment, uninvited, and you need to
blend, or worse…hide your cookies.
Both Anne and Paddy have passed
now, taking something near perfect
away from me. Such is the nature of
perfection; it cannot last long, photo
or no photo.
To see Watermelon in action, check her out
on YouTube. Baked: Cooking with Mary Jean
is a special show that features one special
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