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nice pear. today, an adventure: the sydney sandwich social whereby sandwiches are made and halved and swapped and eaten.

at ten-thirty, as, all casual-like, i sliced bread, cheese and pear, what the second processor in my head was thinking was, well, i suppose i could make a sandwich, and if all goes well, i’ll be ready to leave the house at eleven-thirty, with a sandwich and a baby. and then it happened! hence, my new plan will be to not make plans, and to let the second processor take care of things.

because then we were on the bus into the city, the magic bus that has a space for a pram, and takes you all the way to the botanical gardens (or the art gallery, if you are that way inclined). and we were walking around under the hot hot sun, looking for a small group of people with large sandwiches. and we were finding them at last, and sitting down in the shade of a tree, and chasing birds and eating twigs and leaves of the ground.

this is the sandwich i made:

pear, pesto and parmesan on walnut bread. last night, when i described the idea to my sister, she paused and thought about it, then said, “unexpected. and tasty.” and then, “does it have to be an alliterative sandwich?” why, no. but they came together all sweet, salty and faintly green.

in the end there were more sandwiches than people, and more cookies and muffins too, and quite a bit of fun for a baby who hadn’t slept in about five hours.

and now i am home, with a baby in bed, and a cup of tea and a delicious apple-streusel muffin, and the saturday review section of movies i will not get to see, not for a very long time, not until they come out on DVD, maybe.

thanks to saffron for the picture of my sandwich, and augustus gloop for the muffins, and to both for bringing all the sandwiches together.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 24 September 2005 at 4:54 pm

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being a slack bastard, i still haven’t dealt with the previous two memes hurled my way. i’m sorry. your time will come, memes!

however, this evening, a short, sweet one beckoned, and because i am too full of mashed potato (and sauteed red cabbage and steak) to go to bed (and also i am trying to have the food settle enough that i might have a piece of chocolate), i am playing along:

1 delve into your blog archive.
2 find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3 find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4 post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5 tag five people to do the same.

so. the sentence, from june 18, 2003:

“unfortunately the photographic adventure was cut short, because a maniac was trying to kill us, and we had to throw him off the balcony.”

what!? yes, i know it seems a long way from talk of cake or mashed potato… but you see, the camera was chocolate. now you really want to run over to the archives don’t you?

run! i pass the baton to: carla gypsygirl, gem, hikaru, krissie and stellou.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 20 September 2005 at 8:28 pm

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behold, this glossy zeppelin in my hand; why, it is actually a custard brioche with a jaunty and tastalising splodge of yellow peeking out the hole on top, from the bakery next to victoire.

“you know that bakery next to victoire? it’s really good.”

“yes. i go to that bakery.
i had an excellent meatpie there once.
i don’t go to victoire.
only you and your sister go to victoire.
what a pretentious name.”

“um. i’m sure lots of other people go to victoire besides me and my sister.”

“i meant in this household. only you and your sister, from this household. i mean, vic-toire.”

“it’s a french bakery. why wouldn’t they have a french name?”

“but the word itself. there are pretentious english words and unpretentious english words.”

“i think any french word would sound pretentious to you.”

“what about ‘bread’? what’s the french word for ‘bread’?”

“it’s ‘pain‘, but it’s spelt like, pain. people would go there thinking they were going to get pierced.”

“well… … …”

and this is the boy who had a (non-french) friend, who wanted to name her son ‘papillon’.

anyway, whatever. speaking of pretentious, i really want one of these villeroy and boch silver-plated tea infusers, to replace my misshappen, tannin (or is it rust?)-stained mesh one. will it be the twiggy?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 13 September 2005 at 9:54 pm

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my desk is littered, happily, with little dishes and tea cups. three dishes and two cups now unburdened of their treats — surely they haven’t been there that many days — and the currently active set bearing tea, and a lamington and a truffle.

the lamington is not just notable for the fact that it was marked down for quick sale at woolworths yesterday; the boy came at me, brandishing the package. six for a dollar, and three whole days before they expired. they are frosted in raspberry butter cream, which seems like a bit of a luxury, no? for a dollar?

the truffle is notable for the fact that it is perhaps the best damn truffle i have ever eaten. it tastes of dark and bitter, and chocolate and cream, and it melts away on your tongue, leaving behind a rabid desire for more! more! you can avail yourself of one such truffle (or an entire bag) at la renaissance patisserie down at the rocks.

the tea is tetleys, and is best forgotten.

these little plates of sugary snacks fuel me. i am drawing again, only small drawings for small sums of money in the small amount of time i have, but it feels good to do, and i shall try to do more.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 11 September 2005 at 5:49 pm

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i’ve tried to write this three times in three days, and this morning — dim and rainy — i’m sitting here armed with hot chocolate and buttery brioche (and leaving little oily fingerprints on my mouse and keyboard), and i think it just might happen!

this might have been a story about great big bowls of gelato, and babies covered in chocolatey dribbles, but noontime on thursday we trundled up to a cold, dark room pretending to be a gelato shop on darling street. yes. if you wish to go to gelatissimo in balmain, make sure to get there after one, for that is when they switch the lights on and throw the door open. who do these people think they are — enforcing draconian ice-cream eating times on us!?

and so, ellaberry, arkyjoe, maevis, amber and i trundled on, further up the street, where gelato was had somewhere else. you see why this story took three days to tell; because (and i’ve just only realised it) there is no story.

i am sorry. but, hey, now you know where not to go if you feel like gelato for breakfast.

it’s just, i really wanted to show you this cookie that ella brought me:

you will note that in the drawing on the cookie bag, i have a cookie in each hand, and although there was just the one chewy, chocolatey, chunk-embedded cookie in the bag, the picture turned out to be quite prophetic, because you left your cookie behind, amber, and i ate it too.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 11 September 2005 at 8:55 am

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some nights what you want to do is sit, legs up, lengthways on the couch, reading “vogue”. eating an ice cream sundae. see? it’s even a suitably gaunt ice cream sundae. (i’ve actually only done this the once, last week, but it was so pleasant i will do it again.)

[ in response to your question from the other month, hikaru-san, i don’t subscribe to any magazines — call it a lack of faith: maybe next month will suck — but if someone were to bestow a subscription on me, “vogue” would be on the wishlist. whoulda thunk? and then would it be the US, UK or um, Australian edition? one day i will buy myself a subscription to “the new yorker”. when i was younger, i subscribed to “new internationalist”, and then younger still, the “lucasfilm fanclub newsletter”, and further way back, “stickers and stuff”. in between i was also given subscriptions to “readers digest” and “national geographic”. i know. ]

the morning after the ice cream sundae, i was cold sweating and blacking out in a photo gallery, vomiting a bottle of fizzy apple juice into a gutter, entangled in stomach cramps and dizziness, and seeing through the weekend on all of two cups of sweet black tea and three slices of buttered toast. no doubt some strain of monster flu to herald in the spring. however by sunday night i decided that the dizziness and pangs were by now actually caused by hunger, so i cooked up a pot of spag bol (but with curly fettucine. have you seen it? it’s like normal fettucine except one edge of it is ruffled! oh the mouth feel!) and staggered down the road to recovery.

is this what blogging is? i can’t quite remember. a couple weeks away becomes a month, and then another month of being without the internet as the ISP passes you on to the phone company and the phone company returns the volley… to another phone company. ch. and so a new season, and a new suburb…

…and this morning at the supermarket there was a new product, i think a cross-promotion with the willy wonka movie: bite-sized chocolate pikelets — “eat them straight out of the bag!” said the bag. i just did, and i think the people who wrote the bag were being optimistic. the pikelets were chocolatey, but somewhat flaccid, and cold. yes, i ate the second one to be sure, and then the third because hey, they had grown on me. the thing is, don’t eat them out of the bag, but toast them lightly and then put ice cream on them, and berries, and chocolate sauce.

you see? always it comes back to the sundaes.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 6 September 2005 at 4:25 pm

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