Friday, December 9, 2011

Winning Combos (PM)

I once sang Under Pressure with Tickle, Pickle's brother, at karaoke. If I didn't appreciate what a winning combination Freddie and Bowie were before (which of course I did) then I certainly did after that. What a complete and utter balls up our version was. No disrespect to Tickle, he was a great, but it turns out that Bowie and Freddie have some kind of wonderful that a couple of punk kids like us could never hope to imitate.

So mate, as soon as you told me you were writing about winning combos in the AM today, I knew I was going to devote PM to tomato and basil. Possibly my all time top winning combo. Nature's too, because not only do tomato and basil taste like a miracle, they also function as companion plants, with the basil acting as an insect repellent so those plump fruity babies can ripen and get in all of our mouths. Does nature really know its shit or what?!
Anyway, I arranged a little audience with the muse last night so as to get good and inspired, by which I mean I made insalata caprese with all these fancy style heirloom tomatoes and the good buffallo mozzarella they have at that cheese shop on Elgin Street.
I forgot to take a photo of the buffalo mozzarella before I ate it.

Inspiration came alright. Effing delicious. And as I was working my way through dinner I couldn't stop thinking about all the other delicious winning combos out there. Wine and cheese. Apple and cinnamon. All these things, when put together, become something more than the sum of their parts. But I pretty much blew my own mind when I thought of the winning combo that is scones with jam and cream. Sure, I love a scone, I love some jam and believe me when I tell you that a litter of baby kittens could not love cream more than I do.  But put them together and you get the most memorable threeway of all!

But  I don't want to detract from tomato and basil. You are my gold medal winning combo, you taste like summertime and I love you.


Winning combos (AM)

You know what I love? Things that are great and then get even better when paired with another great thing. You know what I mean. Winning combinations. I'm not talking about those things you always think of together, like Joel and Ethan Cohen or salt and vinegar, I mean those things you think of as awesome in their own right but then when paired with something else awesome you think SHAZAM! Winning combo!

Here are some of my favourites combos:

Grated carrot and grated cheese. Now both of these things I love on there own and in all sorts of combinations but when you put these babies together magic happens. I am not talking about carrot and cheese any old way, I am talking about grated carrot and grated cheese. In a sandwich, in a wrap, in a taco, I don't care how you have it but when you put these grated guys together and those long thin strips start to mingle and tangle, oh yeah baby, they get together in loving harmony and it is a goddamn taste and texture sensation. I'm talking juicy, crunchy, creamy, salty, sweet. It's fucking beautiful.

You know what else I love? Blue and red together. These are two of my favourite colours. Look, I pretty much love all the colours when they are done right, but blue and red are really up there for me. Blue especially, it speaks to me. And I think all shades look good with red. Navy, pale, bright. But bright blue and bright red I love above all the combos. It is so fresh on my eyes. I effing love it.


Once I started thinking about winning combos I started seeing them everywhere. Like, I love David Bowie. Heaps. Who doesn't right? And I am digging on Queen more and more. Sure maybe it's because of this documentary that was on TV recently but maybe it's because of all those killer tracks.

I also kind of love Freddie Mercury. When else but in the olden days could a man with such a massive overbite become a super star. And when are these two powerhouses of Bowie and Queen finer than in Under Pressure.* Winning combo. My ears thank you!



*Maybe they have finer moments, I mean how good is Bowie? How do you chose a best track? But this one is such a good one.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Haiku Thursday (PM)


That fresh sheet feeling
God damn it, clean sheets,
You do it every time
Make me feel so good

Hand dryer
New Dyson Airblade 
In  my work toilets, you are 
So damn efficient

Ottolenghi
Ingredients lists
Of Ottolenghi, so long
But  so delicious

Hysteria
If hysteria is a 
Travelling womb then my womb
Is rarely at home

Haiku Thursday (AM)



Haiku impressions of my Wednesday night

Lessons Learnt
Chocolate cake lasts
If kept refrigerated.
But not for five days.

Tea
If I want a bath
But am too lazy: there's you.
 I love Oolong time.


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

#firstworldproblems (PM)

Don't worry mate. Some days, having it all seems really hard. A shit-hot kit. 100% of meals that blow your mind. What are we, awesome robots? We're not awesome robots. But I do have three additional months of life experience than you do, so let me pass on some advice. If you really want to blow your mind, I recommend getting back to mother flipping basics.
Here are some little tips that work for me.
1. If I really don't know what the eff to wear, I just wear the nicest thing in my wardrobe. Or my red gingham shirt. Both are 100% success stories 100% of the time.
2. If I really don't know what to the eff to have for dinner, I just cook eggs. Do you know how easy it is to delishify an egg? It's like shooting fish in a barrel. The other night I had a deconstructed omelette.  I soft boiled some eggs then made a side of fried mushroom, chilli, spring onion and garlic, dressed with black vinegar, ginger and sesame oil, then sprinkled with toasted black sesame seeds. Effing delicious. Some nights I have straight up soft boiled eggs with toast soldiers and whatever chilli chutney Biggie Little has just made.
Simple as that matey.
Mind  =  Blown.
Effort = Minimal.
#justthewayilikeit

#firstworldproblems (AM)

A lot of the time I like to think about what I am going to eat throughout the day. Oftentimes even before breakfast I am thinking of what I am going to have for dinner. But some days, man, some days I just got nothing. I mean every day I eat a minimum of three meals. Every day I have to think of what I am going to eat for breakfast. Then lunch. Then dinner! Don't you ever get sick of it?
 
Same goes for dressing. I mean, a whole outfit every single day! Shit, sometimes I just can't be bothered.

And as someone who loves both food and clothes its hard, you know. It's hard to admit that sometimes my brain feels like a dried up husk when it comes to these things.

You think I don't know that I live in a privileged society where I have these things to complain about?! I know I do. That is why I want to get it right every time. I don't want to waste these opportunities to blow the mind out of my mouth. I don't want to not have a great kit, because frankly I don't think there is an excuse. You know?!



The other day as I was getting ready for work I said to LB, "What should I wear to work today?"He said, "Jeans and a shirt, like usual." Is this what I have become? For shame!


A couple of weeks ago I really started to feel the sting of this food-wise too. So I started really going into cookbooks, trying new things, putting in extra effort. It actually worked out great. Every night I was making these delicious new things. Every night I pretty much fucking nailed dinner. But it's like that could never last. I was living a lie. I can't go on like that forever! Cookbook meals day in and day out! Inventing things like fresh nachos! I'm just one person, people! What the eff am I going to make for dinner tonight?!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

2012 (PM)

Isn't the 21st century the best! 


To be fair I have only lived in one other century and it was pretty good too. In fact in that century I didn't order things off the internet then sit by my door on the internet tracking a things' whereabouts and waiting for its arrival.  I used to leave the house to buy things, go for walks and when I couldn't get things I made peace with it. Not now. I want all the stuff now, because I know I can have it.

As for 2012, I have no idea how that will go. I guess I will probably buy some more stuff. Not a diary though because: i) I don't have enough engagements to justify one; and ii) I don't have any idea what is going to happen in 2012 and I like it that way and maybe having a diary will change that . 

2012 (AM)

Sample only, not actual diary I bought

The other day I bought a 2012 diary from this website. Here is a list of all the things I thought immediately after I bought it.
  • Awesome. Now I have a 2012 diary, everything is going to be great. 
  • I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I'm pretty sure 2012 is going to be the best year ever. 
  • I am going to be so organised because I will have this new diary, which I just bought online.
  • How great is buying shit online? 
  • Really great, that's how great. So efficient. Just like I'm going to be when I get my new diary.  
  • I honestly can't wait to fill that diary with all the great things I am going to do in 2012. 
  • Yeah, that's right. New great diary = new great things to do.
  • I might even start calling 2012 twenty twelve, instead of two thousand and twelve. 
  • I just think it's where I am at in my life.
Yestesterday, I got an email telling me that my diary had been dispatched. It included a tracking number so I could track my diary's passage to me. Here is a list of all the things I thought when I got the email.
  • Oh man, if there is one thing better than buying stuff online, it's tracking the stuff you have bought online! 
  •  Lets here it for the 21st century! Best century yet.
*clicks on link*
  • What the....
  • What do you mean No information about this item?
  • You'd better have my item, Australia Post!
*clicks link again*
  •  Oh geez, get it together Australia Post.  How long does it take to update a system? It's been three minutes!
*clicks link again, three or four times*
  • This is a bunch of BS!
 ***time lapse of several hours***

*clicks on link again*

  • Oh, score! 
  • There it is!
  • It's been Manifested!
  • Manifested?
  • WTF?
  • WTF is Manifested? 
  • Why can't it just tell me where it is! Like, exactly where it is. In a truck, on a shelf somewhere - I don't care, just tell me!
  • Where is it?
  • Where is it! 
  • Where is it! 
  • Where is it!
  • Where is it!
  • Where is it!
  • Where is it!
  • Where is it?
  • ....
  • .....
  • ..........
  • .............
 I'm not proud of any of this, and I really hope it isn't a portent of how 2012 is going to go. The highs and lows! Sheesh.  I really do think having the diary will help though. And perhaps it will be in my mitts by they time you guys are reading this.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Things that blow my mind: Nose jobs (PM)

Yeah, get a real nose Jennifer Grey. You were really cute back in the day. All the success you were ever going to have, you had with your old nose. It did right by you, lady. Dirty Dancing AND Ferris Buellers Day Off. You were in the shit out of both those movies. You think that's an easy thing to pull off? It's not easy. But you pulled it off! And then yet you let your hang ups take over and convince you to hack away at your own face.

You disappoint me so much Jennifer Grey. Don't you know how much we all wanted to be you (kind of)?
Don't you know how lucky you were to have gone on holiday to Kellermans? All those activities! All those hunks! All that losing of virginity! You know where we used to go on family holidays, Jennifer Grey? Echuca. Once we went to Merimbula. Another time we went to Lake Eildon. You know how many people lose their virginity at Lake Eildon? Probably heaps actually. But not me, Jennifer Grey, not me. I was too busy scrounging around the car to find loose change so I could get a Cornetto, then getting punched in the arm by my brothers so they could take the Cornetto off me and eat it themselves. Does that sound like the kind of thing that would inspire someone to write She's Like the Wind? Eff you, Jennifer Grey. You had it all, but you threw it away.

Obviously I realise that Jennifer Grey didn't actually get to go to Kellermans on holidays and Patrick Swayze didn't actually write She's Like the Wind for her, but this is our blog guys, and we just write what we feel.

Things that blow my mind - Nose jobs (AM)

A little while ago I was hanging out on amazon.com thinking about things I might like to buy and thought that Dirty Dancing would be a great addition to my meagre DVD collection. So I found a copy for eight bucks and added it to my cart but then I decided that I couldn't just buy every damn thing that popped into my head so I left Amazon without spending a cent. Then, a couple of weeks ago I was back on Amazon buying some books, which seemed like a totally legitimate thing to be doing, and when I got to the virtual checkout Dirty Dancing was still in my virtual cart and I decided, what the hell, I'm getting that bad boy.



So it arrived and I put it on the shelf thinking about how sweet it would be when I really felt like watching that movie and I would just be able to! Then on Saturday night I was home alone with a sleeping baby and I realised that I hadn't even checked if the DVD was region sensitive so I thought I really better just make sure it worked on my DVD player.

When I put it in the player the menu came up so that seemed like a good sign, but to be sure I pressed play. Now this is some anniversary edition or something and there is an 'introduction' by Jennifer Grey ('Hi, I'm Jennifer Grey, I hope you enjoy Dirty Dancing') now I know we all know that J.Grey got a nose job and looks totally different now, but, shit you guys she looks so different now.

 

Luckily for all of us she doesn't get a lot of work so we don't have to remember her nose job too often, that's why it was such a rude reminder when I saw it on Saturday night.

Can you imagine looking a way for all your life and then waking up one day and looking like a totally different person!? I cant/don't want to even imagine! Now if that isn't a mind bender I don't know what is!


Friday, December 2, 2011

Friday Favourites: Coffee (PM)



I love coffee so much I want to take it behind the middle school and get it pregnant.

I effing love coffee. If I don't have any plans that take me further than the park on a given day I usually contrive some just so I can get a coffee in my gob. And that's usually after having a home brew first thing.

I don't have a home brew on work days and I spend my whole commute to work thinking about how awesome my pre-work coffee is going to be and then without a doubt the worst part of my day (you know, a normal day, not a shit day) is when I know I am on my last sip of coffee. And then I spend the whole morning wondering if I should have another coffee at lunchtime. Wanting one but thinking about the money and the caffeine and the feeding of my addiction.Usually I don't have a lunchtime one, but if I am having lunch at a cafe with someone then I always, always do. In fact after such an occurrence recently I said to Miguel, 'You know, I love coffee so much I always order it if I am given the opportunity, even if it is the wrong thing to do [that coffee had left me kinda wired]. I love coffee so much I always think it is the right thing to do and that it will just make good things better.'  I kinda just want to drink it like water.

This morning I loved the first sip of my coffee so much that when I went back for a second one I completely missed the little sippy hole in the take away lid and narrowly missed getting all that black gold down my front.

Coffee is not just a Friday Favourite is an everyday favourite.

Fuck this! I'm going to get another coffee.

Friday Favourites: Coffee (AM)

My office is on the 23rd floor of a building that mainly belongs to a large telecommunications company we will call PhoneTown. When I catch the lift to my office, I almost always share it with between 1 and 10 dudes from PhoneTown. And when I say dudes, I mean dudes. I swear there are 20 PhoneTown dudes for every PhoneTown lady. And not in that good way.

From time to time, usually when there is no one else on the lift,  dudes from PhoneTown will try to strike up a conversation with me. Without exception, these conversations are totally lame - some of the lamest I have ever had in fact. And I say that as someone who loves talking about lame shit, so you know it got to be bad. When I'm on the lift with a PhoneTown brother and I hear that tell-tale intake of breath that means I am about to talk to you, I just want to slap my forehead. But instead I smile and nod and listen to the dumb shit they say while privately thinking  uncharitable thoughts. Par example:

"Another day, another dollar, right?" *eyeroll*
"You can't possibly work at PhoneTown. You look way too happy!". Thanks for ruining my buzz, d-bag.
"So what's on Level 23?" Your mother!

However, of all the dumb shit dudes from PhoneTown have said to me, by far the dumbest thing was said to me just the other day. It was first thing in the morning, so I was holding a cup of coffee. Dude said:
"You've got a coffee. That's a good way to start the morning."
He said it like no one has ever thought to start the day with a coffee before. And he looked at me all expectantly, like he had astutely picked up on a special interest of mine, and like maybe we would bond because we were the only two people in the world who think it is a good idea to start the day with a coffee. I really had to make an effort not to laugh and say "Oh, brother!". I mean, that is the kind of lame comment that makes you feel a little offended on behalf of your brain and  ears. I got off the lift and walked to my desk, reflecting on what had just happened and shaking my head slowly.  It wasn't until I sat down that I actually took a sip of my coffee. Of course, the second I did so, all my troubles melted away because coffee is the most delicious and wonderful thing and every cup I have, I fall in love all over again.
Two sips in I was thinking you know what PhoneTown guy? You are effing right.You're not lame, you're just getting back to basics.  Now that I am not on a coffee high I have reverted to thinking that PhoneTown guy was really lame, but when I'm drinking that stuff, you can tell me anything and I won't care, because it's just me and the coffee guys. It's just me and the coffee.

Ever since that morning I've kind of reconnected with my love for coffee. It's been so great! I have been paying extra special attention to how delicious it is, instead of just throwing it back so I can stop jonesing. I think you should all do the same.

So lets hear it for coffee. Today's Friday Favourite. A little cup of miracles that you can enjoy whenever you want for only $3.50 or thereabouts.


This is what this morning's coffee looked like.


Thursday, December 1, 2011

Haiku Thursday (PM)



(Get your AM Haiku right here)

If J's allowed one, then I'm allowed one
Breaking Dawn Part 1.
You sucked so very much. So
Why can't I quit you?
 
Summer
I
Hey Summer. You are
The fairest of the seasons
And you start today!

II
In theory, at least.
I've not forgotten last year.
Summer, where were you?

III
Are you trying to
Avoid Spring? What, did you guys
Hook up or something?

IV
Don't worry about
That. It will be awkward for
Five seconds. Then fine.

V
Plus, you are effing
Summer!  Pretty. Carefree. Hot.
Everyone loves you!

VI
Just tell the spring to
Make like Jacob's top
And get out of here!

(sorry guys, it just slipped out)
 
Shit! I can't stop this thing!

 

Haiku Thursday (AM)

 

30 Rock
My eyes and ears 
Want thirty rock inside them
Always. Ewww. What the...?!

Holidays 
I
When I am not on  
Holidays I wish I was 
On holidays. Yep.

II
And when I am on 
Holidays I love being
On holidays. Yep.

III
What I'm saying is
I'm sick of doing dishes.
Vaccuming, fuck off!

Just one, I promise
I love you I hate
You I love you I hate you
Breaking Dawn Part 1