tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post2445043523401864747..comments2023-10-24T03:10:47.088+11:00Comments on A Goddess In The Kitchen: Neo-Classical Batch food.purple goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05205284829507903435noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post-79810238357599504922009-03-16T01:39:00.000+11:002009-03-16T01:39:00.000+11:00LOL, served with a paint scraper! I love you guys...LOL, served with a paint scraper! I love you guys and your food pics make my mouth water!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post-43636371292184654612009-03-14T00:55:00.000+11:002009-03-14T00:55:00.000+11:00haha love it. and hey, i think the paint scraper s...haha love it. and hey, i think the paint scraper spatula is ingenious! <BR/><BR/>and why the hell aren't i subscribed to your blog on my rss reader... off to fix that!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post-52204605898067555262009-02-28T14:28:00.000+11:002009-02-28T14:28:00.000+11:00Using the paint scraper is SO Aussie! Like my dad ...Using the paint scraper is SO Aussie! Like my dad using a long metal file to grate the dead skin off his gnarly toes at the dinner table one night, SO Aussie. <BR/>My own thoughts in weaker moments of using a micro-planer to do the same job.<BR/>Of an Uncle mowing the lawn in Y-fronts & thongs in order to keep his hard yakka's free of cuttings, SO Aussie!<BR/>Aussie Know how & ingenuity at its best!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post-11978021413435172802009-02-27T04:54:00.000+11:002009-02-27T04:54:00.000+11:00The things I learn. Next time I want Nachos!The things I learn. Next time I want Nachos!Jazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14644896022880634803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post-52423589047994987982009-02-24T05:25:00.000+11:002009-02-24T05:25:00.000+11:00Still, I am seriously impressed. Despite the strai...Still, I am seriously impressed. Despite the straight being very long (at least it was level... tho' possibly doesn't feel like it when you're drunk). <BR/><BR/>You clearly need practice... or possibly the Purple Goddess, body-painted in purple could get seriously Brahms and make a dash... maybe when your systems are purged and clean and wholesome enough to get ratted and then try it... oh, take the kids too. The entertainment value would be worth it. <BR/><BR/>I have never done anything like it, tho' I might try Royal Ascot...! I think the Queen might like a rare sight of skinny bum cavorting past the horses...!Griffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863034333159354009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post-13392174970695721832009-02-23T11:05:00.000+11:002009-02-23T11:05:00.000+11:00Yep, I totally dig this neo-classical batch food! ...Yep, I totally dig this neo-classical batch food! (Though, as you'd guess, ours has a slightly different beans:mince ratio). It's a big part of my ideal Friday night in.<BR/><BR/>I am stoked (though not quite stroked/streaked) that after a mighty struggle, you're starting to feel the benefits of life ACN... you can probably work that one out. :-DCindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07147906610629741961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post-51504367560143094152009-02-23T08:20:00.000+11:002009-02-23T08:20:00.000+11:00Grif, here's how the day unfoldedGot very piss...Grif, here's how the day unfolded<BR/><BR/>Got very pissed at a huge social function (Turrumburry Horse Racing Carnaval).<BR/><BR/>In between races there was little/no entertainment. Yours truly thought it would be a great idea to streak. The "hat" was passed around, (to secure bail moneys if required), about $180 was collected, clothes unloaded & I'M OFF.<BR/><BR/>Now, about 1/2 way down the straight, possibly sobering a little, there was the realisation that the front straight was very, VERY long.<BR/><BR/>So, while the crowd cheered & whooped, Furry made a right hand turn, stopped at the fence near the finish line, took a "stubbie" (small bottle of beer) off a spectator, skulled it down, handed back the now empty bottle, gave a thumbs up & continued to run the front straight.<BR/><BR/>Finally, at the other end, jumped (fell) over the fence, got handed his clothes, got dressed & kept the $180. (Which was later used at the bar)<BR/><BR/>Yes Grif, I can hear you pondering<BR/><BR/>My pissed mates, who had my clothes, who walked, nay staggered, through the crowd, beat me to the end .......... and I'm told, "one stopped for a piss!"<BR/><BR/>Did I mention front straights were like really long?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537734033723164207.post-51504270466475503052009-02-23T02:18:00.000+11:002009-02-23T02:18:00.000+11:00"who once streaked (stroked?) drunk down the front..."who once streaked (stroked?) drunk down the front straight at the Turrumburry race meet."... so, reader, she married him!!! Well I can't think of a better reason for you to marry him. Did he win?<BR/><BR/>Of course a paint scraper... well you did say it was sticktayer ribs food didn't you? Well there you are then! <BR/><BR/>So... when are you next going to the races?...Griffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863034333159354009noreply@blogger.com