Sooooo, hog jowls…what can I tell you? Basically, they are pretty gross. You can place them on top of a fancy cracker comprised solely of rare seeds harvested from the depths of an ancient, untouched rainforest, cover them with a finishing sauce made from the finest red wine that money can buy, and serve them in a room that costs more to rent for one evening than many people spend on housing for an entire year. None of these things change the fact that when all is said and done hog jowls have the same texture and aroma as the fat that clung to the edges of the shrivelled up, Super Valu sourced pork chops that my grandma used to serve at Sunday dinners, circa 1978.
Anyone who follows my Instagram and Twitter feeds knows that I am very privileged in that I have a very active social life, and I am extremely fortunate to have found a partner who has the same drive and desire to eat, drink and celebrate their way through the rest of their lives as I do. As a result of our many food, beverage, and travel centered adventures I have found myself, at the ripe “old” age of 40, involved in a mad, passionate love affair with the fair city of Vancouver, and for the first time in my life I am actually getting out there and really getting a piece of all of the amazing people, places and events that this city has to offer. This, as you may have guessed, includes events that serve hog jowls. Mlech!
In addition to this, many who know me personally are aware of the fact that despite having settled into a life that is everything I could ever want it to be, things for me have not always been so joyful. My life course has seen me navigate a large number of abrupt twists and turns, and if these unexpected obstacles have taught me anything, it is that you can set out on a path expecting your journey to deliver a very specific experience, but that does not necessarily mean that this is how the Universe intends to have things play out.
And you know what? I have also learned that in situations such as this, the best thing to do is simply hang on, and roll with it, because in the end, that is where you are really supposed to be.
When I first created Nikki Nikki 9Dorz I did so with the intention that it would serve as a space for me to share and explore both my love of storytelling, and my respect for the power of the written word (for more on this, check out this post here), yet as I progressed through the process of learning how to optimize the capacity and reach of my voice on the magical interwebs I discovered that in addition to telling stories about the crazy things that happen to me, I also have the opportunity to become a champion of the belief that life does not end at 40, and assist in dispelling the myth that if you are over the age of 25 there is nothing for you in the downtown core after 6:00 pm.
While some may maintain that painting the town red is a young(er) woman’s game, I wholeheartedly disagree, and going forward here at Nikki Nikki 9Dorz, through sharing with you some of the crazy tales of my not-so-everyday life, I hope to pass along some of my own tips, recommendations and life hacks for having an amazing, age-appropriate night out in the city of Vancouver.
Are you excited to learn about fun, age-appropriate things do to in the city of Vancouver for the 40-something crowd? Do you have a favorite haunt that you would like to share with the Nikki Nikki 9Dorz community? Please let me know in the comments below!