Oh buggeration....yes wrong thread lol. And that's exactly the kind of movie I had in mind.

Today I ate a pub lunch. It was my friend Craig's 24th birthday and I usually buy him lunch on his birthday down at the Plummet Line.

I didn't take camera (booo!) so will have to rely on description instead.

We both had 'Smothered Chicken' which is chicken breast smothered in a rich barbeque sauce and topped with bacon and cheese (melted). Served with chips (proper pub chips) and peas (Craig had beans) and on the side, I had mini cobs, with were bigger than I imagined and there were three of them, served with cajun spicy butter. Craig had onion rings.


Pub portions are ridiculous. Somehow I managed to eat most of it just because it was so damn tasty, but my did I feel bloated after!

Avocadostan continued

Not a song that will make any top 10, but perhaps relevant to the topic at hand...

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Song by Jens Lekman...

i was slicing up an avocado
when you came up behind me
with your quiet brand new sneakers
your reflection i did not see
it was the hottest day in august
and we were heading for the sea
for a second my mind started drifting

you put your arms around me
you put your arms around me
you put your arms around

blood sprayed on the kitchen sink
whats this? i had time to think
i see the tip of my index finger
my mind is slowly creating a link
from your mouth speaks your lovely voice
the best comments ive ever heard
oh honey you've cut off your finger

i bet thats gotta hurt
you put your arms me
you put your arms me
you put your arms around

i must've passed out on the porch
id never seen so many bright stars
when i wake up im in the waiting room
of the local e.r.
my hand is wrapped in toilet paper
and my shirts all blood red
i see you standing there like an angel

and i say baby i must be dead
you put your arms around me
you put your arms around me
you put your arms around me

Speaking of avocados, I was inebriated, shall we say, last night and when dinner time came I made myself a nice guacamole sandwich on olive loaf. :yelsick:

On purpose?

well... yeah. it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Okay - I can believe I ate it, but this seems the most appropriate thread.

I had the Polpette al Forno. Beef meatballs, fire-roasted peppers, caramelised onions, garlic, chillies, pomodoro sauce and penne. The olives scattered randomly on top are from my Mum's pizza. I forgot to ask for it without olives -oops! She didn't mind. For one thing she wanted me to order because my Italian pronunication is better than hers, and for two they're so easy to remove!

Mum had the Napoletana pizza. Marinated king prawns, tuna, anchovies, black olives, caramelised onions, capers and dill. The pic does not do it justice. It was too fishy for my taste, but it certainly wasn't undercookd or flabby, which I think it looks in the photo.

Dad had lasagne (boooooring!) and we decided that did not warrant a photo.

Bed time snack. Raisins, dried cherries, frosted mini shredded wheat with a dab of vanilla ice cream. Nite all

Sundae Girl that meal looks... glorious. Did you manage to eat all that?

I hate this thread. grumble.

Not really, it just makes me really hungry. :(

The pizza was Mum's - my pasta dish was the right size for one person. And yes, Mum needed help to finish the pizza. Dad and I stepped up to the plate... as it were.

Sauteed beet greens, zucchini, spring onions and farfalle pasta. With a little diced chicken for Mr. Pie, bits of smoked salmon for yours truly. Cherries for dessert.

The day before it was bbq turkey meatloaves with a saute of green peas, radishes and spring onions.

All veggies from our farm share -- we're getting more today.

Moving so quickly from oven to plate that it didn't even show up on film...

Made some cornbread last night.
Monster Cornbread. Four Cheese Cornbread.

Okay - monster because she sent it to me, as a complete darling.
Four cheese because that's what I added, just what we had in the fridge. Parmesan, mature (sharp) Cheddar, Welsh goat's cheese and danish Blue.

I couldn't resist a piece warm from the baking tray. Nor could Mum.
By the time they came home from Mass there were only 3 pieces left and they disappeared under our combined assault.

It was really, really good.

I'll take a pic next time, I promise. I still have a packet to go. I've been saving it for a special occasion, and having that many different cheeses ready to go was one :)

Added some Italian Herbs & Garlic - lazy but useful. And Cajun Spices - enough to give a sniff of a kick, little enough so that Mum could enjoy it too. I learned from eating a whole pan of Kick Yo Ass Hot that you can overdose on spicy cornbread...

Can't Believe I Just Ate...
 

...a Sally Lunn. The yeast-risen kind, I understand, from the castmember who baked it for us.

Came out a bit dry, but the whipped cream and the jam rescued matters. Syd thinks she might try a slightly shorter baking time as long as she's using a Bundt pan.

A Sally Lunn Recipe and commentary

Might try whipped-creaming 'em and parking them in the fridge overnight to moisten.

Indian food. Always gives me the runs. :yeldead:

Pizza makes me fart, Zero makes me burp.

Apparently, if I was dating half of the guys I work with, they would of dumped me about 10 minutes ago.