Today I made several metric shitloads of organic fettuccine - regular, cracked black pepper, spinach and beetroot. It took around 4-5 hours, but made enough pasta to feed 4 Italian families. Now I know that pasta is cheap enough to buy, but this stuff tastes so bloody amazing it's worth the extra effort (and effort it is, indeed!).

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I miss potato cakes. Not homemade, but greasy, salty, hot potato cakes from a fish and chip shop in Melbourne. Even better if they've been sitting in the tray a while and have gone a little dry.


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* There is a trampoline phenonema here where they secure safety netting around the circumference. Not only are they denying Funniest Home Videos 90% of their fodder, but they are ruining life in general.

* I am addicted to the smell of pumpkin pie spice. In fact, as suspected, all of my Halloween dreams are coming true.

* Why is everything so ( Read more... )

Today I cheated and had a curry vegetable borek for lunch, a large latte, and a small piece of dark chocolate. You know what? I feel fucking fantastic.

Tonight, I eat an entire herd of deer, slathered in cheese sauce and topped with a caper.

(I'd been having a Rather Bad Week).

If I concentrate real hard, these organic mungbean chips almost taste like peanut butter.

Am also Quitting Smoking #492 today (this is a Serious Effort), so today everything-tastes-like-shit-and-everything-has-to-die.

ETA: Okay, I know this is all my own fault, but I'm suffering. I'm not allowed to smoke, drink booze, eat any of the foods I love ( Read more... )

* Firstly, let me just say this - I can't believe You Americans don't do Hot Cross Buns at Easter. Heathens. I only recently discovered this hideous fact...otherwise I may have had other ideas about moving to your country. It's too late now, sigh. I'm shocked and horrified, and have spent the past half hour researching recipes online so I can ( Read more... )

A long, long time ago, I was shocked and horrified by the existence of;

The Monte Cristo!

zille just posted this, which I've shamelessly pilfered.


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A few years ago, boredom and alcoholism brought on by cheap red cask wine dictated that a couple of us should get together and attempt the famous boiled egg scene from Cool Hand Luke. In the film, Luke is bet by fellow inmates that he cannot ingest 50 boiled eggs in an hour (apparently, that's around 6 pounds of boiled egg). Being somewhat less ( Read more... )

Just finished a huge bowl of porridge (oatmeal?), full of sultanas and topped with prunes. I'm not having any problems pooping, mind you. I really fucking love the stuff.

I am sitting at my desk, totally overwhelmed by what fammoth piles of work I need to do, and my time limitations, my inclinations and motivations, and still feeling massive, massive impending burn-out. It's leading to occasional sloppiness and potential not-caring, which not my style (at work, anyways). I've been here a year, now.

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