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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.