just saw the one for Pollsmoor in Cape Town. I didn't realise how jaded I was until I saw J's reactions to antics for gang members. Most was old news to me.
and the wannabe gangsters here don't understand why they don't scare me...try having a gangland the next suburb across.
After going through spices (what little we have in my opinion, J doesn't think so) decided to do a cardamom, cumin, cayenne, garlic, salt, pepper and olive oil rub for pork chops.
Just wonder if the various flavours will be drowned out.
well not all of them. only the ones where I become project manager because no one else is interested and my manager tells me I'm the best person for the job.
feel like Rincewind volunteers because he doesn't want to do it.
Basically that means that the guys at fight practice recognise that I know what to do with a sword and can technically train the others who aren't ratified. Also means I can now learn how to fight dirty :D