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Dine Out Vancouver: Parkside

I’ve been meaning to go to Parkside for a while, going so far as to make it one of my new year’s resolutions. Well, I took advantage of Dine Out Vancouver to cross this one off my list – and it was so good, I’m hoping to cross it off more than once.

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Damn you, lactose.

I’m lactose intolerant and it makes me sad.  I love a big glass of chocolate milk (who doesn’t?) but I’ll spare you the details and just say that it ain’t pretty.  I also love ice cream but it makes me slightly queasy.  Sometimes I’m a trooper and I suffer through the quease anyway.

The thing is, a lot of people use the term “lactose intolerant” to mean a complete abandonment of all things dairy, when they probably mean to say that they have a dairy allergy.  The two are not the same thing.  Fermented dairy products, such as cheese and yogurt, actually contain no lactose.  The lactose is gobbled up by bacteria during the fermentation process, so if you’re having issues with cheese and yogurt, the lactose isn’t your problem.  If you’re having issues with anything dairy-related, then you actually have a dairy allergy or sensitivity.

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When soggy bagels are all I can think about

Yesterday I ran 10 km in the National Capital Race Weekend. Two years ago I traned for about three months, and finished in 58 minutes. This time around I put in a week of half-assed training and came in at 1 hour, 3 minutes. Not bad.

The thing with 10 km is that I get really bored at the 8 km mark, and I have to think of reasons to keep running. Invariably, it’s the post-run bagel that gets me going. They’re soft and bready, ever-so-slightly-soggy from sitting in a plastic bag, and they’re cold. But after 10 km, they taste like the most delicious thing in the world.

Alas! By the time I got to the food tent, all the bagels were gone! Yargh!

I had to settle for several bananas, apple slices and one orange slice (I think I got the last one, so there). I also had some free yogurt and lots of red radioactive gatorade.

Maybe it’s those five minutes that make the difference between getting a post-run bagel and not getting a post-run bagel. I guess I’ll run faster next time.