Knife Skills class #2 rolls around and off I trot, all fingers present and correct, to learn how to debone a chicken and fillet flat and round fish. Not gonna lie when I say I was a tad more nervous about this class compared to the last, not because I was worried about losing a digit but rather because there’s a lot more skill required in taking apart an actual animal as opposed to a vegetable. You don’t tend to get much resistance from carrots… Read More
Welcome to a teeny-tiny-but-perfectly-formed-none-the-less post.
Seriously. It’s under 200 words. I deserve a medal, or at least a certificate…I may actually go and knock one up Geller style on the laptop…
This weekend has been full of firsts and included a pretty fabulous birthday celebration – 3 hours of IMAX 3d ‘Godzilla’ followed by 3 hours of Sambuca shots and Lucky Voice Karaoke. Yep, just a quiet, intimate little celebration that meant this morning got off to a slightly slower than normal speed.
Mrs. Doubtfire. Pyjamas. Epic breakfast sandwiches.
I’m talking crispy bacon medallions, perfect creamy avocado, gooey poached egg and golden seed-scattered bread with a generous dousing of ketchup and a large mug of tea to wash it down with.
Haute cuisine this is not. Satisfying and moreish this is. I’m not going to pretend this is difficult to make or that you can’t adapt it because you absolutely can although I risk being really annoying here when I say it’s pretty close to perfect as is but whatever dear readers, knock yourself out by swapping red for brown sauce or throwing a sausage in there as well to sit atop it’s porky bacon mate; this is nothing more than a simple little post celebrating a breakfast of champions.
It’s amazing how much more human you feel after loading yourself up with delicious comfort food and watching Robin Williams shake it with a vacuum…
When I was in university, I once took my dad to an all-you-can-eat-Chinese-buffet for dinner.
Alright, in my defence I was a) a student and b) had been before and survived. Surely those two facts will negate the fact that I paid the princely sum of £4.99 for my dad’s dinner? My beloved dad, the man who put up my shelves and sanded my floorboards, who got rid of spiders while I danced on the bed shrieking that it was ‘there, no there, no there!’, who moved me in and out and in and out of the family home and who shared a love for early X Files in regular weekly Mulder-and-Scully watching sessions?
In that case, sorry dad. I made a promise to you then that I would never subject you to something like that again and from the day on, all-you-can-eat buffets have held a certain fascination/suspicion to me that I don’t allow myself to indulge in.
…I like my food. No, I really do like it. I am in fact Monica Geller – I like cleaning and there’s a chubby girl inside me who would just love to get out and gorge herself to diabetes. She’s not allowed. She gets ice-cream or Mexican or a burger the size of her head now and then but day to day, she’s told to pipe down and enjoy a kale salad. And when this girl sees ‘all-you-can-eat-buffet’, she can’t help but look. Such was the case when I found a deal on Groupon for this very thing at the Sushi Cafe in Wandsworth and so it was that my lovely sister and I found ourselves there and found ourselves unbelievably glad that we did…