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Madam Fang. A lovely expensive meal on Friday for our anniversary, and as what might have been the last chance to splurge before I got hundreds of thousands of dollars into debt the next day when buying a house (it didn’t happen — more about that later). The atmosphere was lovely, the service was excellent, ... [More]
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt from a decade of nibbling chocolate at my desk, it’s that it can be a messy business. You chomp into the bar and depending on consistency, chocolate splinters can go flying. Some might land on the desk itself, some might embed themselves into the gaps in the keyboard, and ... [More]
…about this pot. It’s been sitting next to the sink since Sunday, with this burny mark in it. I don’t want to use steel wool ‘cos it’ll stuff-up the enamel surface. Yeah it’s one of those Le Cruisset (or however you spell them) French pots. I’m not much of a cook, but I love it. ... [More]
After watching last Monday’s final episode of The Sopranos, I started re-watching them from the beginning on DVD. Man they all look so young. Not just the kids. Still, it’s just as good seeing them the second time around. Did a few things off my To Do list this weekend, but the best one was ... [More]
Tempo. It must have made their day when ten of us tramped in off Degraves Street, followed by mild panic when no table proved quite big enough to accomodate us. But we managed to squeeze in somehow. The chef probably reacted with some incredulity when faced with seven orders for the Lasagne, whose reputation preceded ... [More]
Sunday evening, 6pm. In the supermarket. Two blokes staring up at the bewildering choice of bottles of olive oil. “How on earth are you meant to choose one?” “There’s only 5 million up there, I don’t know what the problem is.” My reply got a chuckle, and I went back to staring up at them ... [More]
An onion. Just an onion. A brown onion. That was the request. A Friday night, dark, and cold, no car available. Had it come to this: cast out to trudge through the inky blackness, in the rain, at the mercy of Footscray’s cesspit of villains? Nah. It wasn’t that bad. I ensured my winter layers ... [More]
Went out to lunch with some colleagues, to some little place off Collins Street. Honey chicken, mixed vegetables and fried rice. And an orange juice. $8.90. Gave $20 to the girl, and she came back with change totalling $19.10. Something obviously went wrong there. Gave her a $5 note back, before realising later that I ... [More]
Okay, three doonas is too much. Might keep me warm on a cold night, but I can’t damn-well move under the weight of them. The third doona is relegated to the cupboard, and I went and bought some flannelette sheets instead. Meanwhile, you know that things are getting desperate in the public education sector when ... [More]
While some were at the footy on Friday night, Marita and I went to a truly excellent (new?) restaurant at Docklands — Renzo’s Bar. Utterly delicious food, and not expensive in the grand scheme of things — $61 for two, including an entree and some drinks, but no dessert or coffees because we were due ... [More]
Winter is coming. And I have conclusive proof. a) Last night I was freezing my arse off in the kitchen while on a phone call, and vowed to seek out a new battery for the cordless phone, so I can make calls from the comfort of my superheated livingroom. Or from my double-doona-covered bed. Either ... [More]
Zoomed down the freeway to Kathy & Gary’s housewarming on Saturday afternoon. A very nice house, impressively huge, reminiscent of a Viking hall perhaps. That is, a big central living/dining/cooking/study area, high ceiling and a lot of wood involved. Maybe they’ll invite all their friends back there for a spirited sing around the fire after ... [More]