I found Jesus – he was at The Basement all along!
Actually, it was Steve Clisby, the man with a voice like melted butter.
He was a guest vocalist at that Haiti fundraiser I went to at The Basement a few weeks ago.
And an OH HAI at keyboardist Darryl Beaton (on the far left), who delivered a major flashback to my toe-tapping heydeys of Riva and Umbrella Red and the Riverside Brasserie. Zomg I’m so ollllllllllld.
Noice-ities: I want to have Tony Stark’s babies
This week’s Noice-ities theme is, well, no theme at all. Inspired by this week’s release of Iron Man 2, join me in a perve-fest of Robert Downey Jnr proportions. Although, I think I’d rather Tony Stark over RDJ. Mr Downey himself prob has a few too many “issues”.
The pic on the left was on the cover of yesterday’s Metro in the SMH. I copied it and hung it up around the office. Major photochopping, but excuse me while I swoon:
Dan’s in no rush to take me to see Iron Man 2. I can’t imagine why – surely the movie will be a masterpiece of Oscar-winning quality??
Come on over to That’s Noice to join in this week’s Noice-ities.
Noice-ities – My fave winter recipe
And so here is week 2 of Noice-ities (a.k.a nice titties) on That’s Noice where we’re sharing our favourite winter recipes.
Now I could go on about the noice things we have in winter – soup, curries, potato/tuna bakes… but, technically Dan makes those, not me.
My favourite winter recipe, though, hands-down, is corned beef. You know, that “poverty food”. Not that I knew it was a meat popular with families strapped for cash, but it was our special treat when I was growing up (apart from having picnic dinners on the loungeroom floor every Thursday night).
I hadn’t made corned beef myself until last year when it was featured in Donna Hay magazine… and I have to confess, I cried when I sat down to eat it. The only other time I’ve done that is for pavlova, so obviously corned beef is pretty damn spesh.
Donna Hay’s Corned Beef (serves 6)
- 1.5kg corned silverside or brisket
- 3 bay leaves
- 12 peppercorns
- 6 cloves
- ⅓ cup (80ml) malt vinegar
- ½ cup (90g) brown sugar
- 6 pickling onions
- 1 bunch baby carrots, trimmed and peeled
Place the beef in a large, heavy-based deep saucepan. Add the bay leaves, peppercorns, cloves, vinegar, sugar, onions and enough water to cover. Place over high heat and bring to the boil.
Reduce the heat to low, cover and simmer for 1 hour 30 minutes or when the beef is firm to the touch. Add the carrots in the last 5 minutes of cooking. Use a slotted spoon to occasionally skim the foam from the surface.
Corned beef isn’t really corned beef unless it’s teamed up with a nice white (bechamel) sauce, something like this one from Taste.
Come over to That’s Noice and join us for Noice-ities!
This is where I blog
Sometimes the word “blog” sounds really, really stupid in my head. Like I’m saying “poop” or “pfaff”.
Whoops, I blogged!
Don’t mind me, I’m just blogging around.
Anyway, Talia chose this week’s theme for My Place & Yours: “Where do you blog?”.
I do most of my blogging here:
I really should’ve tidied up my desk before I took the pic! Items of note on my desk are: flea spray, day-old-barely-consumed-Coke Zero, empty choc mousse tub, a bag of red lentils (for a future blog post) and most of my cameras: iPhone, Canon Ixus 80 IS and Dan’s Nikon D80.
The other place where I do a large chunk of blogging is with my laptop on the couch:
Yes, we use pillows as cushions on our couch. Guess who loves napping on her couch? ;) 70’s-green throw on the couch to protect the colour for as long as possible. This is the preferred location when I want to watch tele :)
So, where do YOU blog? Join in!
Oh my poor car
My little black Mazda that could (a.k.a. Talyn) has been through a fair amount in the five years since I drove him out of the showroom.
Whenever I drive out to the farm, it comes back looking something like this:
Although, this time it was worse than usual because of the locust plagues infecting NSW.
Last year was the first time it went into the chop shop for repairs.
I’m renowned for the odd scratch here and there, but nothing like this:
Some random jerk has left a rather large impression on my arse!
Said jerk didn’t leave their details, so I’m stuffed :(
But, considering we rely on street parking in the inner-west, I don’t think I’ll bother fixing it until I’m ready to trade it in.
My poor Talyn!
Cupcakes from Le Bake, Enmore
I was only meant to go up to Le Bake to buy some of their nommy sourdough. But also came home with these:
And, for store-bought cupcakes, they’re pretty good! I’d kill to find out how they get the cupcake to round so nicely.
Turned out I wasn’t the only one in our house who liked them:
(click the pic for bigger)
I was actually eating this one when Elvis decided he wanted in. It’s no wonder that one of his (many) nicknames is CUPCAKE. He’ll take them plain, straight out of the oven, with buttercream icing or from a bakery.
