DunkaRoos

•February 18, 2009 • 13 Comments

Dunkaroos were one of my favourite treats as a kid. They disappeared off the shelves many years ago and I’ve often pondered how awesome they were and longed for their return. When I was wandering the aisles of my local IGA I noticed a box of dunkaroos in the misc/other section. Luckily, my housemate was with me so my outburst didn’t make me look like too much of a weirdo. I thought to myself ‘What do you do when you find some nostalgic or otherwise interesting item of food? Write an Oberts-style food blog!’

Being an IGA, I was wondering if the box was a leftover from 1995 but the hip fonts and nutrition (or lack thereof) information confirmed that it was a re-release of the classic snack.

I ripped open the box with glee and grabbed one of the six individual packs. I slowly peeled back the lid and had a look at the bounty within.

It was a warm day so the choc hazelnut dip was a bit on the runny side but otherwise it looked like absolute joy.  I grabbed one of the roo-shaped biscuits and dipped it into the dip.

As for the taste, I have to say I was a bit disappointed. It was just a kangaroo shaped tiny teddy dipped in nutella. Not only that, the choc hazelnut dips in the other packets were a bit watery and had to be mixed before optimal dipping could occur. These weren’t the dunkaroos I remembered. The originals weren’t just regular biscuits, they had some kind of magical, nutty, crunchy stuff mixed in… or something on them… or maybe there was another crunchy dip as a second dip… Anyway, after receiving an invite to be a fan of the classic icecream, Bubble-O-Bill, on Facebook I checked to see if they had any dunkaroo support groups. They had many, with many members. Some were ‘Dunkaroos are awesome’, some were ‘Bring back Dunkaroos’ so it’s a little confusing. Do I sit with the people who think they’re great and maybe know they’re back? Or do I sit with the people who just want them back? Not just the new dunkaroos, they want the old days back. The days where you could ride your bike 5km down the street and no one thought twice. You’d get home from school and Mum’d make you eat a piece of fruit, then you’d get to eat something nice. Then there’d be something like Captain Planet, Ducktales, Darkwing Duck or The Gummi Bears on the old CRT analog telly. You’d have to ask, ‘may I please leave the table?’ after you’d finished your dinner. You could forget about computer games during the week, they were only for the weekend after you’d practiced your piano. You were only allowed 30 minutes but if you were clever you could play a multiplayer with a sibling and pool your time… I’ll tell you what I’ll do, I’m not going to join any of the groups because I hate Facebook and because these Dunkaroos really let me down 😦

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Movie Ticket Poster

•February 14, 2009 • 12 Comments

I’ve been collecting movie tickets for some time.  I don’t know why I started collecting them. I guess I’m a bit of a hoarder. But then the enigmatic Daniel85 told me about his aunt that had collected them for years and made them into a poster. So I thought I’d do the same thing. I’d stuck them all to some crappy bits of A4 joined together and then collected a bunch more, but just recently I cut up the old poster and stuck them all to this big piece of card:

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It dates back to 4th August 2001 when I saw Final Fantasy. The bottom row is all just from last Summer, thanks to Crommo and his fringe benefits as well as my sister’s penchant for the cinema. I’m going to go to Officeworks now and get it laminated because I like getting things laminated. I hope the heat doesn’t turn it all to black. Maybe in another ten years I’ll have collected enough for another poster.

On a side note, I had mentioned in an earlier blog that my contrabass saxophone blog gets an alarming number of hits. My ‘two yolks in one egg’ blog also gets a large number. Incoming searches like: ‘2 yolks in one egg safe to eat?’ and ‘what is the term for an egg with two yolks inside?’ are a regular occurrence. Suzy’s sister Amanda mentioned an egg that had no yolk. I thought that was cool.

Now I know I am wont to make empty promises about upcoming blogs but I’ve got a few more crappy ones in the works.

Two yolks in one egg?

•October 25, 2008 • 15 Comments

All my life I’ve been cracking eggs. Only ever one yolk inside. On the 12th of October I cracked an egg into a jaffle and it had two yolks in it. I was quite perturbed. I didn’t take a photo because I couldn’t prove that I’d just dumped a yolk from another egg into it. Recently I bought a dozen ‘Golden Eggs’ free range extra large eggs. So far two of the eggs in it have been double-yolkers. I feel bad, as if I’m murdering twins. Enough is enough, time to put the word out there.

Today, a Saturday, I had a couple of rehearsals in the morning. When I strolled back into the house at about 12:30pm, I was quite peckish. I felt like a few good old-fashioned fried eggs on toast. I cracked the first egg into the fry-pan and this is the result:

Clearly two yolks from the one egg. You can see how they’re kinda still joined together. I cracked a couple of extra eggs in which thankfully were normal. Here you can see the comparison in size:

Weird. Has anyone else ever had double-yolkers? By the way they were perfect eggys to munch. The little cast-iron fry pan I cook them in is my friend. It is really good at cooking stuff.

In a seperate matter, I practice in a little den at WAAPA (if someone else isn’t in it). There is a whiteboard in the room. In a break I wrote the words ‘Welcome, Friend!’ In big letters across the board. The next day they had auditions in that room and the two staff were sitting with the whiteboard directly behind them. When I went into the room to use it after they were done my message was still there. I just love to think of the people rocking up into the room and seeing the two smiling auditioners (which by the way were Goldschlager and Tanfield so I suspect they saw it and decided to leave it) with the cheerful welcome message behind them.

Come On Down! One Night Only!

•October 21, 2008 • 7 Comments

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Join corporate entertainer Julian Foord as he delights listener’s young and old with his charming renditions of the Jazz piano repertoire. Everything from Morton to Mehldau. A family-friendly evening with great music, marvellous food, witty stories and good times.

Yes, yes, I know. My return to the blogging world is unprecedented but I’ve rediscovered the thrill of expressing myself through writing. Also being somewhat side-lined due to a little bit of RSI trouble has given me some more time. Don’t forget to check the food blog out below.

Ambrosia

•October 21, 2008 • 16 Comments

It seems weird putting this blog up now. I wrote it on the weekend but I’m only uploading it today. It’s a fairly jovial blog which matched my mood at the time but now I feel basically the opposite. It doesn’t help that I’m in the brand new computer lab at school and there’s still not enough computers to go around so I’m forced to use this aging Mac. As for those who check this blog to no avail for months on end, I suggest the ‘blogsurfer’ feature on WordPress. Most of my readers are wordpress members. You just log in and check that every now and then and it lets you know who has done a blog. Then you can get right in there with your comments and put your two cents worth in. Like me.

Ok let’s do this. Food blog. This one’s for you, James.

Cinnamon Breakfast

I’m annoyed that these images have to be so small because it makes them look bad but it’s easier to load for you guys and it can’t be much bigger or the sides get cut off. I still love a good breakfast in the morning. Over the last few months I’d kind of lost my appetite and was sometimes only having a banana for breakfast, which is admittedly still a good breakfast. Usually had in the car on the way to uni. I think it was rollover from not sleeping well, my morning routine was knocked out but I’m right back into it now. I sound like a mess though. It wasn’t that bad, it’s just breakfast. I still haven’t talked about the breakfast, let’s do that.

At the moment I’m into the cinnamon breakfast, consisting of:

-3 Wheat Biscuits. Commonly known as Weetbix. Maybe there’s an ‘h’ in there, I don’t know. Good stable foundation for the breakfast. I remember when I was in high school I would eat upwards of 6 of them, covered in milo. These days I’ve toned it down a bit and fleshed it out with some other stuff.

-1 Narny. Banana. Solid fruit. Rating of ‘strong to quite strong’. Tastes like a dream and if you’re putting it in your breakfast it doesn’t have to be in the two-day window of perfect ripeness.

-Sullys. Sultanas. Not too many, not too few. Adds a bit of colour and character to the meal.

-Soy Milk (usually ‘So Good’ of some description). Liberal dose thereof. Don’t drink that dairy stuff.

-Cinnamon, dash of. Cinnamon gives this earthy touch to the breakfast and blends well with the sultanas.

I’m not a fan of coffee first thing in the morning. I think of it more as a morning tea thing. I’ve already given my speal on coffee in a previous blog, basically it needs to be black as hell and as strong as death. Tea is for elevenses, between morning tea and lunch. So breakfast is usually accompanied by a ‘cilo’ or occasionally tea. ‘Cilo’ is my word for milo with some coffee in it. Some people call this a ‘mocha’ but I don’t because mocha is something else. I went with ‘cilo’ because I couldn’t say ‘moffee’ without laughing.

A cilo consists of:

-A couple of spoons of milo. I was raised on milo. It is the stuff of legend. Although I’ve gone without it for most of my time in Perth I have indulged on occasion. Recently I invested in a tin as the luxury item for the week. One of the better decisions I’d made that week.

-A teaspoon of instant coffee. Now I know you’re all going, ‘instant!? Yuck!’ Instant is fine and easy for something like this, or used as flavour in an iced coffee or a cake perhaps. Maybe some biscuits. I think I’ll do a whole blog on biscuits soon as I’ve just decided that there is nothing I like better than some sort of delicious biscuit.

-Tad bit of nutmeg and a sprinkle of cinnamon. The spices are optional. I mostly put them in because I figure I have to use them before I move out in a couple of months or whenever. Nutmeg is a good one. Kind of a muddy, savoury, milkiness too it but still a bit of zest. Too much and it’ll wreck everything. When I think nutmeg I think of myself sitting on a tropical beach with a coconut in either hand held up in front of me. I’m looking at one, then to the other, then back to the first one and so on. At some point I might crack one open and drink whatever’s inside, I might not, who knows?

Usually I have a glass of watered-down juice before I crack into the cinnamon breakfast. At the moment I’m going the cranberry and it is sublime.

Skippy

Sorry Skip, but you’re a tasty, economical, environmentally friendly, virtually fat-free, naturally high in protein source of meat for me. I love a kangaroo steak or two. BBQ marinade. Usually had with ‘taters and vege like in this photo or sometimes the ‘taters are mashed. ‘Roo meat is ‘tough as buggery’ if you overcook it so try to keep it on the rare side.

Curry

Another option for dinner I usually go is a curry. I love bunging it in my slow cooker and having it simmer all day until the meat is as tender as Jon’s sax playing and the flavours are as colourful as Robin’s cursing. This one was a Beef Rengang with a paratha that went down an absolute treat.

Curry with a twist

Food dye is super fun. Put a few drops in the water when you boil your rice and you’ll have coloured rice. Tastes the same. The curry is Rogan Josh and although it looks like a poo in this photo it is quite nice. So is the rice. Nice rice. The meat is usually kangaroo. The green bits are spinach. I try to work veges in when I can. If I forget to buy spinach I just dissolve some vitamin tablets into it.

Fish

Fish is yum. Usually had with ‘taters and veges, sometimes just ‘taters. You never know. This bit of fish was some spanish mackerel. Sometimes I have salmon or barramundi. I wrap it up in foil with some lemon juice and mixed herbs and cook it in the fry pan. Easy to clean the fry pan and a healthy way to cook the fish. It should be done on a barbeque but I don’t have one. I wish I did because then I’d grill everything on it. Yum. Grill. If you’ve got a lot of skin on the fish then you can also cook it in the oven. If you have a cutlet like this one then there’s not a lot of skin so it’s not worth it, but if you get a portion or a fillet or something you might have a good side of skin. Then I rub salt and mixed herbs into the skin side and plug it in the oven for a little while. Just when it’s cooked through and falls apart. Never overcook fish. Once it’s done just put that skin side on the fry pan for a few seconds to crisp it up even more, then serve. Fish is had with cold pub squash straight from the bottle.

I had some stuff on Tortellini and Stir-Fry here but I deleted it due to having nothing of substance to say and blog length.

Fruit Loops

Boxing day (more commonly known as St. Stephen’s day) is brunch. I usually kick it off with a bowl of fruit loops. All the colours of the rainbow in one fun bowl. I can tell it’s at home because of the nice china bowl and the lovely marble benchtop. When the sugar rush leaves my body and I stop sweating, I hit up some scrambled eggs and bacon… Which I don’t have a picture of… This St. Stephen’s day I’m going to document the whole process and I’ll get back to you.

Iced Cream!

Ice Cream from Wallington mini-golf. Monster waffle cone with two monster scoops of icecream for some quite reasonable price. Still the diamond in the rough as far as ice cream shops go. The flavour on top was english toffee and the one on the bottom is the classic mint chop-chip. You have to be careful when you get one of these ice creams as they are a meal. 3pm is good but if you have one at 5pm you won’t recover by dinner and your mother will scold you and you won’t get dessert. Which is more ice cream. So on second thoughts, go for your life.

Speaking of ice creams, what flavour ice cream did you always (or pretty much always) get as a kid? I think your flavour says a lot about you. I was always a chocolate boy. Got the chocolatiest one I could find. As I grew up and found my palette could tolerate anything with less than 50% sugar content I experimented with some wilder flavours. Not to say icecream isn’t sweet, just saying I was broadening my horizons. These days I’m still a chocolate boy at heart but occasionally I’ll lash out with some licorice flavour or even apple pie flavour if I’m in the mood. Although with age I find I’m warming to the austere charm of vanilla or perhaps english toffee. I think Dad was a chocolate boy too. Brother Laus was a mint chop-chip boy. Am I right, Laus? Mum got vanilla, much to my dismay. ‘Something more exotic, perhaps?’ I remember saying as a disillusioned child. Actually I doubt I used those words but something along those lines. Vanilla is about as classic as you can get. It just screams of some 50’s commercial where there are two 50s girls sitting on the roof of a 50s car at the beach eating vanilla cones with a couple of bottles of glass cokes by their sides. Favourite sister Angela was a strawberry girl but was never a rainbow girl. Are there any rainbow girls out there? You know those rainbow girls that are so happy with their colourful cone and they’re smiling away with rainbow icecream all over their faces? That is until the icecream falls off the cone and they start crying. That’d never happen at Wallington mini-golf as the icecream is firmly wedged down in the base of the cone.

While we’re on the topic I’d like to give a shout-out to the friendly, larger-than-life ice-cream man that Mel and I saw at an ice creamery. There were some people browsing the flavours, careful not to make any rash decisions and he stood there and said in his best shop-keeper voice, ‘can I help anyone?’ The warmth in his tone melted my heart and the way he said it with that sincere, genuine smile just made me want to run over there and give the big teddy bear a hug. It seemed like he could help you with anything. Maths homework, riddles, tying your shoes, what to invest in with the global economic crisis hanging over our heads, etc. I love you ice-cream man. That is all. Goodbye.

Perth Drivers Are Pretty Much The Best

•October 11, 2008 • 19 Comments
I was considering putting this blog on hiatus, nay, even deleting it… Or making it only visible to specific wordpress members. Or only members can post comments. My sub-contrabass sax article gets an alarming number of visitors each day. I don’t want anyone I consider to be an unsavoury character reading the rest of the blog. Although I did put all this stuff online so it’s my fault. Obviously it’s a moral dilemma with so many pros and cons for each option that I just can’t decide. Even thinking about it this much has taken my eyeballs out. I’m all over the shop now, I’ve got headaches. I need to lie down.

Alright I had a lie for a bit and made myself the strongest black coffee ever. It needs chewing.

I’m realising again how self-indulgent blogs really are. I’m amusing myself greatly here with this banter and I guarantee no one else is getting the same out of this.

Anyway, the reason I’m doing this blog is to congratulate Perth drivers on being pretty much the best in Australia.

Now I’ve driven a lot in Perth and also Melbourne. Also done a little bit in Sydney and a helluva lot in Clifton Springs but we’ll just keep it to main cities. Out of all these cities Perth are hands-down the most experienced, well-learned, responsible, considerate, smartest, decisive drivers. They’re so good that the legal driving age here is 17, a year younger than Victoria where they take an extra year to get their act together because they’re so poor… In skill, not money.

I saw this article in an issue of RAC magazine that came out earlier this year. By the way it seems WordPress have changed their system again since I last blogged. I don’t trust their interface. I had to HTML like the old EH days, are you proud Oberts? Anyway, the name and address of the author were withheld by request. Good thing too because someone would have went over and clouted them for not knowing anything. I’ve written out the article again below so y’all can read it.

ROAD BEHAVIOUR

It was with great interest that we read your article on road behaviour (‘Tis the Season, Horizons December/January) and the response to your survey. I believe that drivers in WA are among the worst and least considerate in the world. Drivers here insist on blocking side roads, shop entrances and never dream of letting you out.

I also believe that speed is not the only reason for the accidents in WA: people do not know how to drive, they can only see as far as their bonnet and never read the road conditions ahead. Visitors must be appalled at the lack of skill and consideration of our drivers.

What a load of rubbish. They probably just weren’t aware of some special road rules that they have here in Perth.
-If you drive a BMW or Merc, indicating is optional. 
-Pedestrians and bikes have no rights. They wait for you because you can kill them but they just might dint your car a bit. Their choice.
-U Turns can be done anywhere.
-Roundabouts are fun things so you can have fun indicating too. Some choose not to do it at all, some indicate willy nilly and others indicate some of the directions they turn or maybe just the main one. A busy roundabout at night looks great.
-You don’t have to drive on the left hand side of the road if you don’t really want to.
-The markings in parking bays are really just guidelines. You don’t have to be inside them.
-Blind spots are urban myths.

It’s hard to show examples of Perth driving as I usually don’t catch it on camera. I thought of recreating some situations in Flash but I don’t have it on this computer and that’s kinda time-consuming anyway. One moment I did catch was this:

This was a super bit of driving. I was heading towards the lights when this car coming towards me did a U-turn straight after going through the lights. It was fine because I had enough time to stop as he pulled in front of me. He looks really cool because he’s taking up three lanes in two different directions (the right back corner is sticking into the lane behind him). The idiots in Melbourne would have probably turned into a side street and done the U turn there, or maybe driven a little bit further to the roundabout just ahead to do it. No need.

I like driving to Tom’s house because it’s only a short drive but I always get at least one example of awesome driving. It doesn’t always happen directly to me. Just today the car two cars in front of me changed lanes without indicating and pulled right in front of the car in front of me. Other drivers might call this ‘cutting someone off’ but it wasn’t really. If you have to change lanes you have to change lanes. Indicating would have given the other guy too much warning and he might have panicked and swerved off the road. This way he was driving and then BAM all of a sudden there’s a car right in front of him and he’s just blown away by the skill involved in such a maneuver.

Another great example I saw on the way to Tom’s was when I was turning left into a busy street. There were no cars on my right coming towards me so I was about to pull out. I gave a cursory glance in the other direction before I did and sure enough, a car was driving in the lane I was about to pull into. Some might consider this driving in the wrong lane as we drive in the left hand lane in Australia. It’s not really though because his lane was pretty full and there were no cars in the oncoming lane so he just thought he’d pull out and drive in that one for awhile. He wasn’t overtaking, that’s not allowed or even possible in that section of the street. He was just having a drive in the other lane. He eventually turned right so I guess he was being efficient and making his way to the right-hand side of the road.

It’s not all to do with the skill of the drivers. The roads are designed really well too. What they do with long roads is change the name several times. Here’s a bit of a map to demonstrate:
So you can see that we have one street which changes names from Barrack to Beaufort to Broun to Walter all in a 10km stretch. As a trap for young players there’s a couple of Beaufort streets right near the main Beaufort. You can see in the map that they all follow the same general direction so they call it one street. Same with Walter road. It finishes at one point but then Broun Avenue starts heading in roughly the same direction that Walter Road did so they just called it Walter Road again. Robin rang me up once to ask me where La Porchetta’s is. Now he’s from Victoria and used to streets not changing name every 3km and if nearby streets don’t even connect then they’re called different names. It is on the section of Walter road that comes after Broun. I knew the Walter road he knew was the other section. I just said, ‘forget it,’ but he was adamant so I just had to say keep driving down ‘the main’ Beaufort street away from the city and ignore everything. You’ll eventually see it on your left. If you see a sign saying ‘Walter’ it’s a lie.

It’s probably just an unfortunate coincidence that before coming to Perth I only saw two crashes happen before my eyes but I’ve seen about ten here.

Judging from your blog about the parking, Mel, as well as your stories of people obeying the ‘special rules’ I’d say you’re not a true Perth driver.

Well I think I’ve said my two cents worth and now I’m going to go make pikelets. Most of you wouldn’t have read this far or at all so cheers if you did. If you Perthians have any cool driving stories then stick ’em in a comment. I’ve probably forgotten some of the special rules too so if you think of some of them put them in too.

I’ve got some more blogs in the works. I’ve got a Whopper blog stewing. That’s Whopper the music school, not the burger or the size of the blog. Speaking of burgers, I’ve also got another food blog stewing. Sure, they’ve received some criticism in the past but James Rickard likes them and that’s more than enough for me.

Bastards and microwaves

•July 2, 2008 • 27 Comments

Here’s a bit of a random blog. I would’ve written this earlier but someone stole my memory stick. It had some pictures and blog ideas on it. I had forgotten it in a machine in a computer lab at uni, which I normally don’t do. Someone thieved it. Who thieves things like that? It’s worth about $10. It was only a 1GB one. It’s far more valuable to the person who lost it because they have their things on it? What if it had important work on it? It didn’t because I’m smart enough to back that stuff up. It didn’t really have anything too personal on it but they could’ve easily found out who’s it was if they had’ve opened a word document. I had an essay on it. Name clearly marked at the top 😦 I had already handed it in but I’m still sad 😦 They could’ve also looked at a photo on it (I’d put some on to print out at those photo places) and seen it and gone ‘oh, it’s Julian’s/that guy’s’. Bastard(s)…

I bet it’s the same kind of person that cooks a roast in the microwave. You know how some microwaves have a roast setting on them? That’s mental. I remember our old microwave used to have cooking times for different things on it. It had times for roasts on it. An hour and a half for roast chicken or something like that. That would be one foul roast (pun intended). No-one cooks roasts in microwaves except for mental people. Yuck. Nobody can convince me otherwise. Our new microwave could do an OK roast (by ‘our’ I mean family at home in Clifton Springs). That’s because it’s a normal oven as well if you want it to be. But then you might as well use the real oven. Speaking of microwaves here are some cool ones.

Combination microwave/toaster:

Combination microwave/pizza oven:

A real pizza oven would be better. Mum, do you think I could convert the barbeque to a pizza oven? And if you think it’s within my powers would you allow me to do so?

On the trip back to Perth at the start of this year Dad and I drove to Adelaide where we put my car on the train to take over to Perth with me. On the way we celebrated this event:

Yeah that’s all I got at the moment. I have some more food pics so I might do another food blog soon. Or just put up some cool photos that I have taken. I thought that might be boring for the people that read this blog but then I realised it’s my blog so I can do what I like. And nobody reads it anyway.