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that scene in “spirited away“, at the beginning, where chihiro’s parents stumble upon a deserted foodstall, an exotic feast spread upon the front counter. all manner of small roasted bird and fatty… um… pork? chihiro’s father sucks a large sacklike thing into his mouth. it looks moist and succulent and quite oily, i guess like a stewed eggplant. i think that i will never tire of watching this.

there were no mystery meats for me this morning, although i did get through that scene — and the one of the soot creatures’ feeding time — over two slices of black rye toast with maple syrup, and a cup of tea. after two bits of toast i felt like another. maybe for lunch. after some drawing.

at the other end of the lunch simplicity scale: a few days ago i bought a futo maki at david jones foodhall. the process in itself is simple enough. however you wouldn’t expect that a little round of rice and other bits rolled up in nori would contain this:

would you?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 2 March 2004 at 12:08 pm

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bleary-eyed, claggy-mouthed, stumbling through the local mall to get the weekend paper when — good lord! i was jolted awake by the wanton display of cream-filled lamington sponges in the glass case at michel’s patisserie. eight-inch rounds of sponge cake and chocolate and dessicated coconut, sandwiched around what seemed like a litre of fresh whipped cream. there was no reason why this could not be part of a healthy saturday breakfast.

and what’s this, just beyond the wall of cake? my boss from an era past, toby, and his luminescent child, alice. we were all always dazzled by the girl’s beyond pale skin, and her sparkly eyes, and her mermaid hair, all goldiblonde tendrils halfway down her back. this morning she was dressed up as a fairy, waiting for a plastic ornament not unlike herself to be placed on a cake. “i go to big school now,” she said.

toby’s got a new book out. it’s pink!

posted by ragingyoghurt on 31 January 2004 at 11:04 am

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breakfast: three little bits of new norcia bakeries fig and fennel sourdough toast (my souvenir from western australia), spread with yoghurt cheese. orange juice.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 29 January 2004 at 2:45 pm

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surely you wouldn’t expect it to be a good day when the burgler alarm in your building goes off at 6am (you ignore it because it’s just some idiot who hasn’t disarmed it before stepping out the door, most likely those horrible noisy people from downstairs), and then when you finally do seriously wake up half an hour later and stretch, your foot goes into a cramp. oh and also, it’s forecast to hit 34°.

it doesn’t seem so bad at first because you’re stuck at your desk post-tea-and-plum-jammed-crumpets, and you’ve got the fan plugged in, and edie brickell and the jayhawks playing, and the fan causing all these sheets and sheets of proofs you have all over the room to flutter in a most reassuring and soothing manner.

directory job #2 is due at the printers today and you’re on the homestretch. so close you could lick it. you could be done by just after lunch, and then you could go outside, a place you haven’t been to in such a while that it seems magical and mystical.

and then the calls and emails start. the ones that say “we left a whole bunch of listings out of january… can you insert those?”, and “oh, it seems there was a glitch in the spreadsheet that led you to believe a quarter page ad goes on this page, when it’s actually a half page ad”, and so on. and then when in defiance of last minute hiccups it’s finally been burned to CD, just past lunchtime as anticipated, “can you email us PDFs of all the pages with ads on them so we can check them?”.

o if such care with checking had been unleashed earlier. so hours and hours and megabytes (32!) later, it washes over you like cold sick that directory job #2 will not be so obliging as to leave you in peace this evening. crap.

+ + +

the entry below was interrupted by the arrival of text to lay out. what i meant to say was, if you have a blender and you chuck in a tin of jackfruit with half the syrup and a handful of ice cubes, you end up with a pretty tasty approximation of a vietnamese fruit shake. at the main market in ho chi minh city you can get a soursop-strawberry shake that’s tangy like a strawberry yoghurt smoothie, but the best ones are from a hole-in-the-wall cafe along the main drag in hue. you will see a sign outside that says “the best fruit shakes in hue” and you will be sceptical but only until the shop lady puts in front of you an icy, glistening orange thing. o papaya shake, i miss you so.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 19 December 2003 at 10:38 pm

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a bunch of birthday flowers that nellie sent showed up in the arms of the delivery guy, a couple of hours after i returned from birthday breakfast at cafe mint with ms wooster. the breakfast was tasty and good, in the way that a mound of very garlicky hummus at 9.30 in the morning is good.

the flowers were good and surprising, in the way that a four-and-a-half-foot high arrangement of flowers and foliage that surely must have decimated a great swathe of tropical rainforest and dehoused several species of wildlife… is surprising.

the day passed quickly — a blur of designing order forms (a tetris-like exercise which gives me a significant and strange feeling of quiet pleasure) and print deadlines — and ended in bbq king with a plate of soya chicken noodles, a plate of chili salt prawns, a hotpot of stuffed eggplant… and then home to an entire triple chocolate cake from david jones food hall, about which all i can say is that they call it triple chocolate, but i counted about five or six.

sometimes a boy can surprise you with a slap-up feed and a whole cake, and a comic book wrapped up in pink stripes and ladybugs, and above all, by miraculously being in the same country, and city, as you, on your birthday.

sometimes a floral arrangement can surprise you by yielding, when carefully taken apart, a vase of orchids for the bedroom, one of gerberas above the kitchen sink, another of birds of paradise for the bathroom, an exotic mix of waratahs, lotus stems and anthuriums for the dining table, and a sculptural mass of the original base of tropical greenery and bamboo (oh yes!) for the lounge.

thirty-one was much better than thirty.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 14 November 2003 at 11:05 pm

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after a day’s delay, breakfast the morning after a magnificent and obscene feast of sushi, sashimi, unadon, agedashi dofu and tempura last night, turned out to be a milky latte (yes, yes, but it really *was* extra milky) and a bowl of sultana-studded couscous, with fruit compote (part of which appeared to be a whole stewed peach), yoghurt and pistachios.

i felt my tastebuds coming alive again.

and then…

sitting in the cafeteria of the city blood bank late in the afternoon, it was a visceral thrill fishing a boiled hotdog out of the brown water in the bain marie, tucking it into a cottony roll and smothering it with ketchup and mustard out of colour coordinated squeezy bottles. the smiling lady behind the counter will make you a strawberry-chocolate milkshake, and you can sit until closing time reading about the worst frocks of 2003.

giving blood and shoping make up a fine post-deadline afternoon, especially when you are shoping with vouchers, and everything is reduced anyway, like two tubs of yoghurt cheese for the price of one, and a blouse the colour of creamed butter. yum.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 19 September 2003 at 9:02 pm

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so the question, after coming off a week-and-a-bit long deadline, where a job to design a cover for a book turned out to be a surprise redesign of a 176 page book, is, “what shall i eat?”

in between the sitting down at the computer before 7 in the morning and then forgetting to look away every half hour ’til 10 or 11 at night, there were such forays into emergency sustenance as the 9pm fried egg and baked beans on toast with leftover beetroot salad and the noon to 2pm apple-and-cinnamon pretzel frenzy.

right now i cannot even look at the screen of computer without my left eye going into spasm and my right arm going numb. the tradition after handing over a bunch of discs to the printers is to buy myself breakfast.

what oh what shall it be?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 18 September 2003 at 10:44 am

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do fried capers make everything better? sprinkled liberally over the tender and bloody veal and mash at dinner, they were crunchy little muthas bursting with flava.

sorry.

the mother’s last supper before winging it back to singapore tomorrow. i feel like i’ve been eating all day, since leftover rhubarb-strawberry-pear-apple crumble with 56% minimum fat cream at eight this morning.

the sister has a week before heading back to new york and there are still many many meals out there left to conquer. “if we live like hobbits for the next week, we’ll be able to fit it all in,” she says. this does not mean we will neglect our foot hygiene, only that we should have three meals before noon. of course.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 16 August 2003 at 10:42 pm

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i bought a loaf of fruit bread the other day: sour dough with whole figs and dates studded through, so that when you cut into it, you sometimes got a whole cross-section of succulent fig in your slice. also the clever bakers had thrown a handful of mixed seeds and nuts into the bottom of the baking tin before filling it with dough, so the loaf came with a crunchy base of sunflower seeds and almonds.

this morning i made myself a pot of bush tea, cut myself a slice of magic fruit bread and crumbled some marinated fetta over it. seven minutes under the grill, the cheese was bubbling and the bread golden with the oily cheese marinade. it was a great start to the day.

which only got better because: i had one of those phone conversations with nello where you start talking and then suddenly it’s two hours later; i got a cheque in the mail for a job that isn’t even over yet; walking home from cashing said cheque later in the afternoon, i got rained on very heavily by something that went from light drizzle to blinding torrential downpour in about forty seconds.

i felt cold hard raindrops indenting my head and shoulders.
i felt happy to be alive.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 11 March 2003 at 8:58 pm

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