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o how nice to see krissie and jude and bim and edie, who drove all the way down from the mountains to grace us with their presence. maeve hardly gets to properly meet other little people (as opposed to pointing at random children we pass in the street), so it was a great novelty to have two friendly young ‘uns for the afternoon.

our party of six became those groups of people you hate, who trundle up the sidewalk with multiple prams, obstructing traffic. but balmain has the biggest number of pavement-roaming prams i’ve encountered in a suburb (although krissie claims penrith actually holds that title) so i’m sure everyone we hindered was used to it.

after walking up and down the main drag in an effort to get jude off to sleep, we ended up at circle cafe, where i went with nellicent once and a homeless man followed us in off the street and stood next to our table for the longest time, occasionally making conversation, before eventually pulling up a spare seat to sit down. not only does circle cafe have a breakfast-all-day menu, they also do the best ever vegetarian big breakfast: an enormous oval platter covered with two large slices of crunchy sourdough toast, two pats of yummy salted butter, scrambled eggs (though you can choose fried or poached), creamed spinach, sauteed whole button mushrooms, hash brown and three grilled tomatoes. and a sprig of parsley.

i ordered maevis a grilled cheese sandwich off the kid’s menu, which turned out to be old skool plastic cheese melted onto square white toast, and slightly mouldy on the edges, but that was ok because she ended up quite liking the eggs and spinach and tomato and sourdough… and that still left a whole slice of sourdough left on my plate at the end of the meal.

afterwards, as the drizzle returned, we sat on my couch, and krissie counseled me against buying “the complete new yorker” on dvd from the internet. for a couple of months i’ve been entertaining the thought of owning every single issue of the magazine ever published, since 1925, albeit on DVD — eight DVDs, but the original pricetag (US$100 plus $65 postage) was a little upsetting. over at amazon, it’s being sold for US$61 plus $6.50 postage, but my computer has a colourful history of randomly not reading DVDs, and what do i need with a set of shiny, limited edition “new yorker” drink coasters?

not so much. instead i am going to buy comics!

posted by ragingyoghurt on 13 January 2006 at 10:09 pm
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i mostly never buy soft, white bread, ever. but seeing two tubs of pork floss on the internet forced me out the door and down the street one afternoon to find myself a loaf.

i just had to have pork floss on buttered bread.

two days of pork floss buttered bread breakfasts later, i’d had my fill. what to do with soft, white bread? i didn’t want to waste my fancy jams on it, and it would’ve been too meek to stand up to a scraping of vegemite. yes, i could’ve made french toast… but that would’ve entailed “effort”.

behold, the laughing cow cheese spread, bought on a whim at the supermarket last week. if you are unfamiliar with this product, it is sold as a little round cardboard box of individually foil-wrapped wedges with a little red plastic tag for easy unwrapping. the box label as well as the sticker on each cheese wedge features a red laughing cow.

when i was in vietnam a couple years ago, street vendors sold laughing cow banh mi sandwiches. i’d sort of wanted some back then, but the thought of cheese that had been sitting out in the tropical sun all day made me wary. this mild creamy spread is filed in my head as one of the tastes of my childhood, although the truth is we hardly ever had this at home*. my mother was more of a kraft singles mum; she even got the experimental flavours like “hawaiian” which had bits of pineapple mixed into the individually wrapped slices.

*oh! i have just remembered: it is possible to buy laughing cow obanyaki in singapore, and i did. that explains it.

soft, white cheese on soft, white bread: a perfect pairing.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 22 December 2005 at 6:25 pm
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here is second breakfast: a perfect boiled egg, salted and peppered, then smooshed onto buttered sourdough toast.

here is a rotten egg: i was sent an unsolicited email yesterday from a publicist at a publishing house, heralding the release of an upcoming “fictionalized memoir”, a “novel as a food diary” about “a young woman who equates food with love and with disastrous consequences”. the publicist — let’s call her ms. matsumoto — also offered me the chance to announce this book to my readers, or to interview the author. she also pasted into the “to” field of the email, the email addresses of about 80 other food bloggers.

i sent her a reply, thanking her for spamming me and 80 other people and EXPOSING OUR EMAIL ADDRESS TO ALL AND SUNDRY, and i was surprised to receive an apology from her this morning.

“i’m so very sorry! i assumed that food bloggers shared a sense of community and had asked an intern to work from a list called food porn.”

thing is, i consider this only a sort-of food blog. i don’t think i am as committed to the eating or, more precisely, the documenting or cooking as are others out there. so it’s nice to feel validated by being pulled from a food porn list as a target for spam.

and of course i feel terrible at letting the team down, what with my grandious lack of a sense of community and all.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 23 November 2005 at 9:46 pm
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a quiet start to the trip away: a slice of passionfruit tart from a bakery in berrima.

two weeks in a sparsely-furnished house in still-wintery north-eastern country victoria, we knocked together such treats as:

a homemade vegetable soup standing triumphant on the base of a tin of five-bean mix. five!

a grand breakfast of fried egg on buttered toast, mushrooms and bacon.

a main course that was supposed to be a grilled lamb chop, but really, it was the enormous tin of sauerkraut.

…which lasted for another couple of meals, including this grilled chicken wing with three white vegetables. yes, i’m counting the mashed potato as a vegetable.

there were cakes of course, many other cakes, but they were eaten too quickly to be documented, which is a pity because the gooey chocolate nougat cake, as big as a car tyre and covered in a mound of shaved chocolate, was a sight to behold. there were scones with cream and lemon butter. there were meat pies and pasties… which, if i lived in the country is surely what i would become. pasty.

there was breakfast at the tourist cafe in cooma (also serving greek meals and continental meals), which was so old skool that the mushroom omelette had the consistency of a kitchen sponge studded with tinned champignons, because indeed the cook had used tinned champignons…

see? see that rubbery little mushroom?

…and everything on the breakfast menu came with buttered white toast and chips. which ordinarily would have been a cause for celebration, but i was already full from the massive swirl of soft serve ice cream floating atop my iced chocolate, and so. uneaten chips. most unusual.

ah, the country.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 11 October 2005 at 9:59 am
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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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there are days where you just don’t want to have ice cream or chocolate or cake (or leftover pizza) for breakfast. sometimes only a simple and pleasing cluster of circles will do. a toasted crumpet. a cup of milky tea. a new dish.

some of you may remember the post from earlier in the year, about my fourteen jams. i am slowly making my way through them, and have so far resisted the temptation to buy any more… um, except for that one time, in an italian grocery, with the peach jams in silver tins… gracing this crumpet is some very tasty st dalfour pear jam. it almost makes up for that trick the jam makers do where they put a layer of fruity bits right at the top to impress you when you first open the bottle, and then two bits of toast later it’s just normal jammy jam down below.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 13 June 2005 at 11:35 am
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you know how sometimes you want pancakes for breakfast, but you’re too sleepy to chew? guess what!

yes, it’s creamy blueberry pancake yoghurt, which is a delicate purple colour and studded through with actual blueberries. it comes in a six pack with strawberry pancake and lemon pancake yoghurt, and i was walking down the dairy aisle of the supermarket a couple weeks ago, and suddenly the block of yoghurt was in my hands.

i was telling my sister about this quite impressive alchemy, but she interrupted me with an unpleasant gagging noise and said, “stop! do not tell me anymore, i don’t want to hear it”. the thing is, it really wasn’t horrible at all.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 6 May 2005 at 8:36 am
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hmmm. does it seem like i haven’t posted in a week, and all of a sudden there is a deluge of four? well, maybe to you, not now. but it will when you’re done reading this and the next three down.

it’s just that i had an extremely tasty second breakfast of mushrooms on toast this morning, and i had to share it with you. regular readers probably already know that breakfast is my favourite meal of the day (such a favourite meal that it is not uncommon for me to have two, three or even four of them in the span of a morning), and that mushrooms on toast is my favourite favourite. today i was even lucky enough to have an avocado handy as well as a second loaf of bread.

two loaves of bread? i bought a loaf for 89c at the supermarket on “fresh friday”, and on saturday the boy decided that supermarket bread was objectionable enough not to mention supermarket bread that had been bought yesterday, and procured himself a whole new loaf from the mall bakery. please note that this is the same boy who has, in the past, returned from the supermarket proudly bearing a 50c reduced-for-quick-sale-before-it-expires ham and cheese pizza roll. the bread i bought was baked fresh on “fresh friday”, and um… it was 89c. but see, it wasn’t like he got a fancy artisan loaf. it was just plain old cottonwoolly white bread; it couldn’t have been that much better than the supermarket vienna, could it?

as it turns out, yes, his bread was much better because when i went to cut a slice of mine for the toast component of breakfast, i noticed with horreur that there were tiny little cockroaches crawing all over it. they had infiltrated the bag, which was sealed with one of those bread clippy things and were crawling all over it!

i don’t know that there is a moral to this story. i mean, the moral could be “always have a spare loaf of bread in the house in case of unexpected cockroaches” but that would just be silly.

do you ♥ breakfast? do you flickr? perhaps you are a breakfast fiend.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 1 May 2005 at 3:18 pm
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who wants to breakfast on supermarket bread on a fine saturday morning? not i.

with munchie maevis, who’d been up for two and a half hours since five-thirty, obliging us with a morning nap, i patted my bedhead down with a sprinkle of tapwater, checked for eye crusties, and set out jauntily and carefree for the bourke street bakery.

it is a pleasurable thing to run through in your head the kinds of bread you might come away with, while walking to the bakery. it makes the trip pass quickly, and keeps the mind free of such concerns as the fifteen or twenty muggings reported on our street over the last few weeks, some in the daylight hours, one involving my little mother three weeks ago, and one that happened to the boy just this past thursday night as he ventured out to bring us back thai food. yes. vile muggers. however, it is only eight a.m. — any self-respecting mugger would probably still be lying in a ditch somewhere, wasted from shooting up his nightly profits.

today is the earliest i’ve been to the bakery; one window is full of fresh sourdoughs, and the pattern of sweet tarts and muffins in the other is as yet unbroken. also, there is a whole flourless chocolate cake sitting on a cake stand, biding its time.

this is a common story, no? go in for a loaf of bread, come out with a loaf of bread — multigrain sourdough — and a passionfruit and grape muffin, a plum and meringue tart, a wedge of that chocolate cake and a bottle of raspberry and apple juice. i am $20 poorer, but wealthy with baked goods. it is not such an affliction. i think this girl would understand.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 9 April 2005 at 9:23 am
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two weeks ago, we fired up the barbeque on the balcony. nothing fancy, just some sausages and steaks and cheeses and houseguests. a thoroughly pleasant affair that ended with the sound of midnight oil wafting over from aussie stadium. rock!

and then.

over the last couple of days, we’d been sticking our noses up into the occasional breeze, sniffing, then asking, “what’s that smell?” or “hmm… what died?”. yesterday, the boy walked over to the corner of the balcony where it smelt deadest and fossicked around a little. quite a bit of spluttering ensued as detective goren revealed…

the bloated corpse of a sausage lying at the bottom of a bin. the deceased had been a raw sausage that had fallen off the grill the night in question, and had been picked up and tossed into the bin, and then forgotten. in the meantime, there had been crazy hot days, and days of welcome gentle rain, and so now, mr sausage was rotting away in a small amount of stagnant collected rainwater. with the lid of the bin fully removed, the smell of death intensified, and made its way into the living room. oh how our eyes watered!

quick! shut that door!

eventually the boy picked up the deadly sausage of decaying flesh (using the hand in plastic bag trick used in dogpoo removal, but still!), and carried it through the apartment to the garbage room downstairs. but the odour lingered, and a couple hours later, far, far away in the park, we could still smell the sausage.

on a happier note, this morning the boy asked, “if i made pancakes, would you have some?”. i thought it was a trick question at first, forgetting that i’d already had a breakfast a couple of hours earlier. whatever, the answer was “YES!”.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 13 February 2005 at 8:31 pm
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