So I’ve been walking around for the last few days, with this phrase repeating itself in my head:
bada bing, bada boom
According to the internet, the meaning of this phrase is somewhere between “voila” and “I’m a member of the American mafia and have just taken care of business”. Louis claims he first brought this up in one of our conversations (which meaning did he mean?!), but I’m fairly certain it came to me the same way this recipe did, out of the blue.
We used to play a game at work (during the weekly Work In Progress meeting), where someone would come up with a question which everyone had to answer on the spot. The question would be completely non-work related, and the idea was that it allowed everyone to get to know each other a bit better, and encouraged team bonding. I swing between absolute crap and complete genius when put on the spot, and would generally fall into the former category when we played this game. However there was one question which I thought I answered pretty well: If a song played every time you walked into a room, what would it be? I replied “Every Day Should be a Holiday” by the Dandy Warhols, which no doubt led to some sort of permanent mark on my record (something about ‘needs to improve attitude’). Continue reading Easy as 1,2,3 (or Let’s eat Cookies!)
Medical person: So, why are you here?
Louis: I’m here because I have dia-
So this conversation happened over twenty years ago, shortly after Louis had been admitted to The Royal Children’s Hospital (RCH). He was sharing a ward with some other kids, when some medical type people came around, asking each of the children why they were there, posing questions about their ailments, and making notes on their clipboards.
Louis was pretty young at this point, nine years old to be exact. I don’t know about you, but at that age I was still laughing at fart jokes, and giggling from the Clag fumes in Art Class as someone told breast (gasp!) and pee jokes. So my point is, at that age many children have a basic understanding of biology, bodily functions and subsequently, a rather basic idea of health issues.
Medical person: So, why are you here?
Louis: I’m here because I have diarrhoea.
Medical person: Ahhhhh……..
In our household, I do all the cooking, and Louis does all the cleaning. There is good reason for this. See the above? That used to be my favourite mixing bowl. I picked it up for next to nothing at a sample sale, and it came with cute matching measuring cups. It was the perfect shape and size, light, sturdy, and I reallyliked the colour. Then one day I asked Louis if he would help me make brownies. He nicely agreed, and after measuring out the butter and sugar, I asked him to beat them together. This is when I discovered a couple of things:
There are people who know even less about cooking than I do.
One should be very careful with one’s words when giving instructions to people who know even less about cooking than I do.
Louis’ interpretation of ‘beating the butter and sugar together’ was not exactly the traditional one, and before we knew it, there was a hole in the bottom of what used to be my favourite mixing bowl, and sugar all over the counter. Like I said, there is a reason I do all the cooking, and Louis does all the cleaning. Continue reading So, why another food blog? (or Let’s eat pizza!) Part 2
So, why another food blog? Well, it’s a long story, and I tend to ramble, so take this as your warning that this is going to take a while. Think ‘Fellowship of the Ring’ – kind of takes ages, necessary to set the scene for everything that follows, and does get more exciting towards the end. (We’ve actually just answered part of the question ‘why a blog?’ My primary school reports are full of comments about what a chatterbox I was. Nothing has changed, and my tendency to ramble has found its way online. When I started posting photos on Instagram with essay length captions, it became clear that I needed another outlet for my words.)
So, why another food blog? Let’s start with the obvious. I LOVE FOOD. There are many reasons for this. However as a First Cause, it’s pretty hard to go past the fact that I was given a Chinese restaurant for my fourth birthday. Okay, that’s not entirely true. My parents had a Chinese Restaurant, and the opening night was on my birthday – you can see how I might have been confused about the ownership. Continue reading So, why another food blog? (or Let’s eat pizza!)