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wednesday, we drove out west to visit the boy’s grandma who is was dying in hospital. we got there at lunchtime. lunch was a large brown blob and two smaller blobs — beige and orange — sitting in a plate of skinned-over brown gravy. helpfully, a menu had been included on the tray:

PEPPER
SALT

poached chicken with gravy PUREED
EXTRA GRAVY
mashed pumpkin
mashed potato

poached pears PUREED with custard
tea

the patient in the next bed looked over and said to grandma, “you’ll die eating that.” sixteen hours later, she did.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 25 February 2005 at 9:02 pm
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two weeks ago, we fired up the barbeque on the balcony. nothing fancy, just some sausages and steaks and cheeses and houseguests. a thoroughly pleasant affair that ended with the sound of midnight oil wafting over from aussie stadium. rock!

and then.

over the last couple of days, we’d been sticking our noses up into the occasional breeze, sniffing, then asking, “what’s that smell?” or “hmm… what died?”. yesterday, the boy walked over to the corner of the balcony where it smelt deadest and fossicked around a little. quite a bit of spluttering ensued as detective goren revealed…

the bloated corpse of a sausage lying at the bottom of a bin. the deceased had been a raw sausage that had fallen off the grill the night in question, and had been picked up and tossed into the bin, and then forgotten. in the meantime, there had been crazy hot days, and days of welcome gentle rain, and so now, mr sausage was rotting away in a small amount of stagnant collected rainwater. with the lid of the bin fully removed, the smell of death intensified, and made its way into the living room. oh how our eyes watered!

quick! shut that door!

eventually the boy picked up the deadly sausage of decaying flesh (using the hand in plastic bag trick used in dogpoo removal, but still!), and carried it through the apartment to the garbage room downstairs. but the odour lingered, and a couple hours later, far, far away in the park, we could still smell the sausage.

on a happier note, this morning the boy asked, “if i made pancakes, would you have some?”. i thought it was a trick question at first, forgetting that i’d already had a breakfast a couple of hours earlier. whatever, the answer was “YES!”.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 13 February 2005 at 8:31 pm
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posted by ragingyoghurt on 9 February 2005 at 9:11 am
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this past sunday afternoon saw the kid and i in the shade of a luscious frangipani tree in a backyard in the inner west, for ella berry‘s birthday party. the invitation had said to bring a plate of party food, and somehow, in the best way, everybody had interpreted that to mean “bring cake”. even the piƱata was in the shape of a cake: a double-layered, yellow structure with printed-on cream and candles. similar to the coloseum in more than appearance alone, it withstood the frenzied beating of two children, one adult and a third child helped by an adult, and only gave in when it was finally cut free from the tree and jumped upon gleefully by the birthday girl.

when i collected my tray at the end of the afternoon, a selection of little cakes came home with me.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 8 February 2005 at 3:23 pm
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there is a place two or three suburbs away, where you make a call and they bring you chinese food. i never make the call. well, i did, once, several years ago, and then again, tonight.

can i just say, the home delivery menu is your standard A4 folded down into thirds setup, and not counting the six special budget packs and the three party set menus on the back flap, there are 179 items listed. actually, i’m just looking at it again, and if you count the un-numbered item, All Sauces 80c, there are 180 choices for dinner.

it’s just that i was really quite hungry at five this afternoon, and hungry in particular for sweet and sour pork and fried rice. the more fluorescent the red of the pork, and the more glistening the rice, the better. the boy said, “why don’t you call new addison?” i fetched the menu from the bottom of the menu drawer, and it instantly became clear that sweet and sour pork and fried rice had to be deprioritised. under the “chef’s suggestion” heading, for instance, i really wanted the Deep Fried Brocolli [sic] in Batter with Mushrooms and the New Addison Special. what was in the Special? dunno, but it was the second most expensive thing on the menu, right after the Imperial Queen King Prawn.

after much deliberation and debate on whether two out of three dishes ordered could be deepfried (boy: yes; me: no, surprise) the boy made the call. Fried Salted Chilli Squid, Garlic Lamb and sorry, what?

the Deep Fried Brocolli [sic] in Batter with Mushrooms hadn’t been on the menu in three years; our menu was dated july 2000. we ended up with a much more sensible Bean Curd with Special Combination Vegetables, which when it arrived, turned out to be broccoli, choi sum and snow peas, all a lovely shade of green.

the nice delivery man also thoughtfully brought us an up-to-date menu. it is a bit shorter than v.2000, and in fact most of the missing items were specialties that the (previous?) chef had suggested: the Deep Fried Brocolli [sic] in Batter with Mushrooms, New Addison Special and the lesser Mok Lee Special. also gone were All Sauces and the entire section known as “western dishes”. which is a pity, because what i had actually most wanted to get from it was the Hot Chips $2.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 4 February 2005 at 8:51 pm
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