This is a red, red riot in your mouth, with mysterious grainy bits that get stuck between your teeth. It's spicy and bitey, when you smell it your mouth starts watering even before you can spoon it into your mouth.  It has bits of well cooked meat - enough to sink your teeth into, but not enough to distract from the main course: the rice.

The ( Read more... )

Ice-slate reveals dark water beneath as
A blackbird swoops and pecks at neighbouring grass
I trot, workmanlike, about the track

I'm three quarters of the way through packing my office up. Astoundingly, I have come across boxes that haven't been unpacked since I got here, over 2 years ago. This will not be a surprise to anyone who has ever had the misfortune of looking for something in my room.

It's not that I can't bear to throw anything away; there's a wheely bin almost as ( Read more... )

I bet you were unctuous, salty and fragrant, wobbling slightly in your bed of brine. I probably imagined that you were still twitching, shocked by the indecent exposure of your creamy flesh to the harsh winter air. And perhaps there was one last twitch when the lemondrops pattered down ( Read more... )

It is not yet Winter.

My frozen toes say otherwise.

O, for a roaring hearth!

As part of my austerity drive, I've been trying to find value ways with food. Cooking at home and trying more foods.

Of late, I've also been thinking more about the seafood I eat. After chivvying the Big Mack onto the path of seafood awareness (latest read, "the secret life of lobsters"), it seems it is only doing the responsible thing to cast my ( Read more... )

Man chows down on a fragrant cornish pastie wrapped with a smiley pirate (the pastie, not the man).  The carriage looks on in disgust, except the woman sitting next to him - she is too busy consuming her own hair-ends.

He takes a swig of diet coke (why bother?!?) to wash down the stickey gooey potato and mince concoction, and manages to spill fake- ( Read more... )

"Singaporeans celebrate their independence won in 1965 with a display of fireworks, military parades and a variety of cultural programmes.  The aim is to remind succeeding generations not only of the joy independence has brought but also of the struggle leading to sovereignty.  Hence Marina Bay, the location of the festival, is 'decorated' with ( Read more... )

Is apparently the motto in Caboolture, a small town outside of Brisbane.

*shudder*

I saw movement out of my eye's corner: quick, small, brown, tail. My subconscious categorised it immediately, but  I had my doubts.  what's a mouse doing in my office?!?

Dammit. I should be home by now.