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the best meal i ever made

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ah the long lazy days of summer continue. yesterday saw a quick jaunt into the city, where fat, glistening salmon fillets were purchased, alongside a package of chilli linguini and a bunch of mint. later that evening, they all came together rather spectacularly in this manner.

quote from the boy: that was the best meal you ever made.

also acquired at the time of the salmon was a tub of parsley and fetta pesto, which came together equally spectacularly this afternoon, though on a more modest scale, sandwiched with cucumber between rye.

mmm… green…

posted by ragingyoghurt on 5 February 2004 at 7:51 pm
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sometimes it’s nice when clients take their time getting back to you, because that means you can take the morning off and see the shag exhibition at the opera house and the tracey moffat exhibition at the mca, and in between, a show of sydney object design, in what was up until a few months ago, some secret walled-up space underneath the sydney opera house. cool.

the moffat show was particularly worthy because it included every piece of her various series [what is the plural of ‘series?’] of photographs. whenever i;ve seen her stuff in the past it’s usually been just one picture out of a set, so today was the first time i experienced the full narrative element of her work. i felt better for it.

i’d usually rather see a drawing show than a photography one, but goshdarnit i like that tracey moffat, especially her “scarred for life” series. i’m even going back in to see the screenings of her films (there is only so much art a girl can see in a day), which is saying a lot really, because my standard reaction to the phrase ‘experimental film / video art’ is… not a pretty sight. i think the key is ‘narrative’. so call me linear, dammit.

lunchtime midafternoon saw me perched at a counter in a foodhall with three nori rolls, popular music from vittula and a gloria jeans tim tam iced chocolate. everything was tasty and extremely satisfying.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 3 February 2004 at 10:21 pm
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it’s only a good thing when you step aboard a boat and minutes later a chipper crew member is offering you a cup of tea and a bit of apple cake. little do you know, at this stage, that just hours later you will also be offered, amongst other tasties, crayfish and soft rolls and salad, with which you can make a proficient crayfish and capsicum sandwich, to be eaten in a sunny spot on deck, where you will still be trying desperately to become warm after a short paddle in the icy waters off rottnest island.

yes, a whirlwind trip to perth can surprise you, with a boat of guys, who if not exactly “great” are definitely good; with your father willingly accompanying you to the art gallery; with your sixth aeroplane flight since christmas not being that one that kills you by plummeting out of the sky…

early on in the game, your host says approvingly, in the presence of your father, “your dad is really laid back, isn’t he?”. this is the most surprising of all, and you can only stutter, after a pause, eyes darting, “um, well, i guess he has his moments.”

posted by ragingyoghurt on 28 January 2004 at 11:29 am
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always, after some time away, what with having had all your meals cooked for you or bought for you, it’s hard to get back into the kitchen to try and scrape together a meal with whatever lurks in the depths of your pantry. still awaiting the major shoping trip, the fridge offers nothing except a door of sauces and a centimetre of milk in the bottom of a litre carton that the boy thoughtfully left in the fridge awaiting your return while he climbs a mountain back in tasmania. of course there are several bars and bags and lumps of chocolate in there, but even you, sugar glider, need something more salty and garlicky sometimes.

on this occasion you will be lucky, and there will also be a hunk of cheese on a shelf: peppercorn-studded pecorino, and hurray, still unmouldy. with a pool of olive oil, three cloves of old garlic chopped up, two handfuls of rocket that you bought on the way home from picking up the holiday snaps, and some spaghetti, you will soon have a bowl of lunch.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 17 January 2004 at 3:50 pm
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so that was christmas. a morning spent witnessing a frenzy of gifting; an afternoon with a few kilos of prawns, a whole baked trout and then a tiramisu-trifle concoction involving panettone, marscarpone, raspberries and white chocololate; a balmy evening being devoured by ravenous mosquitoes in the backyard. i had eaten so much over the course of the afternoon i could barely stand or sit, but still those mosquitoes ate better.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 28 December 2003 at 5:37 pm
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it’s just that hamburgers should come with a slice of beetroot tucked into that greasy crevice between bun and meat patty. you shouldn’t even have to ask. the tang of the presliced-and-vinegared-in-a-can variety does wonders by lifting the overall stodginess of the burger, but when you patronise a slightly better burger place, say, burgerman, they put in a slice of crinkle-cut fresh beetroot, and burger-enjoyment goes up a notch or four (and if they also put in real horseradish mayonnaise… well!).

but today at lunchtime, when it seemed like it might actually stop raining for more than ten minutes — the first time in like, five days — i walked up the street to the local fried food place, and ordered a hamburger with beetroot please, just to be sure, and when i got it home and bit into it, there was no beetroot there.

that is all.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 27 November 2003 at 4:06 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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today i voluntarily ate rabbit. the last time i ate a bunny was by default, when i was maybe like, 14, and we went to a french restaurant for my mum’s birthday, and it was prix fixe, and the appetiser was, from memory, some sort of gelatine engulfed rabbit roulade, which my sister refused by saying, no thanks, i have a pet rabbit.

but today at lunch, the tastiest-sounding thing on the blackboard menu was bucatini with rabbit in a butter, white wine and parsley sauce. in fact it was supremely tasty, which is why danks street depot is my favourite place to eat, which is not to say i go there often, but that whenever i do go i feel happy and lucky (distinct from happy-go-lucky, which i feel, like, never).

i guess for some people out there, eating rabbit is a normal occurance. it’s still exotic to me, like some shellfish, and offal.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 7 April 2003 at 10:27 pm
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saturday
a little portuguese street fair in petersham. at which i queue at a stall for half an hour for five grilled sardines. there are many people in the queue… in fact there may be three or five queues! or no queue. whatever the case, there are more people than there are grilled sardines. where is jesus when you need him? there is a very stressed out portuguese woman behind the counter, who walks to the pavement out back and talks fast and gesticulates wild to a man with coal-blackened hands fanning a large barbeque on which sit two grilling cages with many sardines tucked inside. the man is very much like nicolas cage's character, the baker, in “moonstruck”, and now he is grumpy and throws his hands about too, and says words like “finish!” and “no sardines!” and “(insert low growling noise)”. but in the end there are sardines, and damn they are tasty and sticky in the teeth with fish oil, and they are devoured quickly except for the strange lung-like things we find inside, and washed down with two bottles of portuguese fizzy, sumol, one orange and one pineapple.

sunday
a two hour ride on the early train up to the blue mountains. sunny and cold! excitement about a tasty hot breakfast we would have! disappointment with the extremely unsatisfying breakfast we got instead! climbing down many steps cut into the mountain to little nature tableaux with such names as “vera's grotto” or “witches leap”! waterfalls! lizards! wondering if maybe the peoplemover back up the mountain would cost, like, $30! deciding to climb back up the mountain! on our puny human legs! feeling my lungs grow to an alarming size, as though they would burst from my chest cavity! thinking that death could not come soon enough! seeing the three sisters! stopping at a bakery and matt choosing a cream donut, a sugar coated thing about the size of a softball, sliced open on top and filled with whipped cream and half a maraschino cherry… and a slice of cheesecake, and me getting a steak and mushroom pie, heavy as a small child! a park, a meadow covered in bright yellow flowers! a scary experience eating the cream donut, so scary we eventually give up eating it and try to feed it to the magpies instead! failing to tempt the magpies, and tearing up the last few bits of claggy dough, and throwing it at bees for target practice! walking to leura! losing our way! finding a short cut! by the side of the windy road, with no proper walking path, and four wheel drives speeding by! it takes maybe twenty-five minutes but feels like two hours! we will never speak of this again! train back to sydney! everything bathed in golden light! a lovely day is had by all!

posted by ragingyoghurt on 3 March 2003 at 11:26 am
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