i was passing by the deli counter at the supermarket the other day, and a guy was trying to buy some chicken breasts.
“they just aren’t big enough,” he said.
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i have so many things to tell you, like the dream i had last night, where i was watching some sort of animal conservation tv show, and one of the scenes to tell you to conserve animals was a large platter of chinese whole steamed fish, with delicate brown sauce and sprigs of coriander and three whole steamed baby platypuses.
o.0
i woke up and stayed that way for hours, seeing those glistening platypuses in my head, listening to the seagulls across the water and thinking then that daylight was almost upon me. (it wasn’t; i eventually got back to sleep again.)
i have lots to tell you, but i am consumed with work, and my computer now shuts itself down every hour and a half, so you see, i really have to prioritise my computer usage.
say, have you seen lobstersquad, a foodblog with drawings?
[ via chocolate suze... ]
…who’s been working in the kitchens of a pancake restaurant, and gets to make herself whatever she damn well pleases for lunch. lucky!
and so a week goes by…
anyway. thursday, i received an email from the baker’s wife, so to speak. a girl who had googled “bourke street bakery” as you do (or, as i do from time to time to see if they finally have a website up, with pictures of chocolate tarts), found an earlier posting i made about said bakery, and being the ladyfriend of the bourke street baker, wrote to say she was pleased i like the bakery.
i was quite a little bit thrilled to get this email. it was as though a celebrity, say eric stoltz, had responded to something i had said about him without knowing he was behind me all the while, listening.
the eric stoltz story is that a friend of a friend was in new york once, in a cinema, and before the film began, one of those ads with trivia questions had the answer “eric stoltz”, which prompted a conversation between this girl and her companion, along the lines of “whatever happened to eric stoltz?”. a discussion of eric stoltz ensued, and they noticed that every now and again the guy seated behind them would laugh a quiet little laugh in response to something they had said.
do i need to to continue this story? you already know that the film kicked in, and then it was over, and as they exited the cinema, they came face to face with eric stoltz, who nodded in greeting and smiled and said “hello ladies”.
mmm… eric stoltz. oh wait! i mean, mmm… chocolate tarts.
well! like, a year after i really wanted to get my hair cut, i finally, just this morning, got my hair cut:
as you can see, it was looking a bit like my middle name might be “rapunzel” (“like brethren,” says the boy), and now my middle name could be “one kilo lighter hanging off that neck”.
while i’m doing a post about me, me, me, i thought i’d let you know, saffron, that a month and a bit after you first waved it in front of me, i have finally completed your quiz. phew! cheated death — painful death — once again. sorry it took so long. it's on the girl page.
for a larf, contrary to my usual shy and retiring demeanor, i nominated myself in the best design category at the 2004 food blog awards run by accidental hedonist. the thing is, i managed to scrape through into the final roundup — go, hand-coded transitional html!
it’s a veritable smorgasbord of tasty blogs in sixteen categories, and i think you’d find something you’d like. plus you could vote for ragingyoghurt, although i’d probably give the vote to 101cookbooks.
beneath the sombre pall that descended after the lavish turkish feast that was last night’s dinner…
[ lavish turkish feast interlude ]
it was the first birthday party of the boy’s sister’s kid, a smiley half australian-half turkish boy who grabs at my glasses whenever we meet. there was a kid’s party in the park with rolled-up jam and vegemite pinwheel sandwiches (not in the same pinwheel) and avocado and shredded carrot finger sandwiches, and pass-the-parcel with a jackson five live tape soundtrack, and bubbles, oh — and kids. so many kids. and then there was a grownup party back at the house with dolmades and olives, pide with a mean beetroot dip, four kinds of shish kebab: beef; chicken; veggie, with mushroom, green capsicum, asparagus and haloumi; and seafood, with scallops with the roe on, and green capsicum. and salads, including one with green beans and broad beans in yoghurt. and a great dome-shaped pavlova sandwiched with yoghurty cream and raspberries and rose syrup and covered in sugared rose petals. yes there was.
…we awoke this morning, confused. the words, “very depressed”, were put forth by a member of this household, in a tone of voice that could not have been flatter or sadder. but the confusion was because, despite the fact that everyone i know and most people in this country whose blogs i read appear to vote for not john howard (and also not any of those loopy christian / family values / otherwise insane parties), and despite the awful campaign ads and the shouting and pointing and jutting-out lower lip and overall less-niceness of the man, and um, the stuff that’s been done in the last few years… going to war, locking up children behind barbed wire, that sort of thing… it is john howard who’ll be putting on his tracksuit and power-morning-walking his victory lap for [undisclosed period of time] to come.
how can it be?
