Gastronomic gorging

Last night Mr.S and I went out for a farewell dinner for one of his work colleagues, who has retired..lucky so and so she is.

We decided on a banquet, normally we order a few dishes and just share, but as there were 12 of us, we thought it easier on the kitchen for all of us to choose the banquet menu.

Let the fun begin….

1. Sesame prawn toast
Sip of red wine
2. San choy bow
Sip of red
3. Seafood and bean curd soup
Sip of red
4. Duck pancake
Sip of red
5. Platter of roast pork, BBQ pork, roast duck, BBQ duck
Sip of red
6. Platter of roast chicken, BBQ chicken, chinese sausage
Sip of red
7. Platter of shredded duck special fried rice
Sip of water
8. Platter of garlic prawns and veg
Sip of water
9. Salt and pepper calamari
Sip of water
10.Deep fried pineapple and ice cream
Glugs of water

Home with an abundance of moaning and groaning of “I’m so full”.

Do I normally eat this amount of food for my nightly dinner…NO. So why on earth do we (ok me) sit down to this amount of food and devour it with gusto, knowing that a restless nights sleep will follow.

Needless to say I am not going on the scales for a few days…

Just a bored babble from Mums

Sometimes as you know I deviate from poetry and just babble.

This is a babble moment ~ perhaps as I am bored. Staying at home every day, visiting the Penguins, which I will be after I write this, shopping for groceries, going for a walk, may sound like the ideal, but unfortunately it's not paying the bills.

Anyway I am not here to gripe and carry on about my boredom, for that will only get you miffed and bored at my boring writing. So I am talking about food. No, I'm not posting recipes (relax) though I do cook a really mean butterflied BBQ leg of lamb I can tell you about. Waits to see if anyone asks. This morning and it's just hit 11am Tuesday here folks, I was peckish - normally I don't eat breakfast, though I have been making a fresh fruit juice of nectarines, apples, mangos, strawberries and peaches..I see you salivating.

Then I thought hmm what can one eat at this time of the morning that isn't too fattening (yes desperately trying to lose a kilo or two) prior to the big day, so I don't feel too guilty about consuming too much food and alcohol.

What did I come up with you ask?  You did ask didn't you? Good. Slices of cold roast rare beef with chopped green chilli, now before you cringe too much, yes I know it's morning, but chillies are a good kick start to your metabolism and I can eat the 'weirdest' foods/combinations at any time. Do keep in mind my European/English/Aussie upbringing. 

For example

Cold pizza in the morning - now how many love this…many that I know of. Then I eat other 'weird' combinations like salt on tasty cheese (I know mybad with the salt) but I don't eat it every day or large amounts, so you can relax. Or mustard on cheese - yup. Or rollmops - pickled raw herring that has been marinated in vinegar and onion see picture below (this I don't have for breakfast - usually) Oysters, mussels, squid, octopus. Pickles - sweet- sour- I eat every kind.
Rye bread with caraway seeds (my European influence - as is the roll mops).
Then of course there are the 'normals' Indian, Thai, Vietnamese, Moroccan, Italian, French, Japanese, Greek (hmm saganaki is too die for) - I try as many different types of cuisines as possible.

Why not, open your minds and mouths to all the exotic and wonderful tastes from around the world, this also helps you not to be a fuss-pot when going to a Restaurant and sticking with the same ol- same ol, saying "Oh I'd never eat that" when my response is why not - how do you know if you don't try?

So that's my babble, I have finished the beef and chillies, about to hop in the shower (well I am at home) then visit the penguins…oh and possibly shop for something for dinner since I am now salivating - go on proceed to tickle your tastebuds - just for Mumsy? :-) Tell me the weird & wonderful you try?

Dinner at the Raw Prawn (prawns, barramundi fish, octopus and mud crabs) oh and salad.

Dinner at the Raw Prawn (prawns, barramundi fish, octopus and mud crabs) oh and salad.

Finally and waiting for the 'ewwww' comments, one of my favourites - Rollmops, Pickled Herring...that's fish guys that's marinated in a vinegar...don't judge me, I was raised on them!

Finally and waiting for the ‘ewwww’ comments, one of my favourites – Rollmops, Pickled Herring…that’s fish guys that’s marinated in a vinegar…don’t judge me, I was raised on them! PS it’s the Salmon above that is expensive- these are $5.51

My weekend – sorry it’s long (drink and patience possibly required)

Where did my weekend go? Zip - disappeared, vanished.
Possibly because when you are busy it flies and the times when you are bored out of your brain (not that that can happen) the time drags.

Friday night we went to dinner Mr. S and I - just the local Chinese and we started with San Chow Bow (lettuce cups with mince and veg) followed by garlic prawns and cantonese beef and special fried rice (as let's face it, no chinese meal is complete without it).

Saturday hmm shopped for my penguins at the Deli for their small goods and then went shopping for nibbles (dang I didn't take a photo of my fantastic nibbly platter) which consisted of prawns, fresh salmon, cheeses, Kabana, dips, watercress, crackers and fetta stuffed baby bell peppers (tiny little red peppers that cost $32.99 a kg! - but so yum)

Two dogs arrived for dog sitting in the morning - 2 extremely obese dogs that I had previously minded 2 years ago. One a Staffy and one a bull-dog. The poor poppets, the bull-dog already has a hard time breathing due to her squashed in nose, but the weight this poor old girl had on her..well it got me angry, because in truth dear readers, this is abuse, just as much as my insane neighbours and how they treated their dog.

I took them for 3 walks each about 20 minutes each. They weren't dragging on the lead in fact the opposite, but when we returned home, the drink bowls were emptied, drooled and dribbled all over the kitchen floor and they sounded like steam trains. I 'gently' told the owner (when she phoned asking how they were) that she was pretty much killing them with kindness. Her reply "I know", said with such a who cares attitude (which shocked me as she seems quite lovely - though possibly a tad ignorant when it comes to 'how much should I feed and walk my pets).

We are due to mind them again in 2 weeks, it will be interesting to see if she cancels. I honestly feel like saying to her, let me have them for a month - Mumsy's boot camp and I shall have them fit again for you! They have chicken and steak for tea a normal portion, but she also gives them breakfast and treats throughout the day and they get walked for 30 mins each morning, but she clearly needs to exercise them more or put them on a stricter diet.

A friend of the owners came to pick them up this morning and he said "yes I have told them to stop feeding them, but I do the same with my dogs". I said why, his reply "well when do you know when they have had enough".

My jaw dropped readers, let me tell you.

Maltese Shitzus, he said that he leaves 2-3 bowls out of food ALL DAY, he also gives them treats, he even takes treats when he takes them out walking!! I simply don't understand, I said "you put one bowl of food down for each, if they haven't eaten it within half an hour, you remove the bowl". I got a dumfounded expression and a "Oh..really, but I feel so bad".

Anyway enough of that, Saturday night we tottered (well drove) to pick up the penguins as we were celebrating Fathers' Day (which technically for us down under is today 1st September) but we were doing the dinner at my brothers as he was working today…I am raving here aren't I? So anywho..the night went well, plenty of wine and food consumed. Speeches for Pop, more food :-( more wine :-) and I walked away with the button of my jeans undone because I ate..then had cake… oh dear mybad.

Today we went over to Mr. S's dads, as it was his first Father's Day since his wife passed (Rose). R.I.P Rose 29.6.2013. We had a BBQ lunch as it is the first day of Spring for us ( I am SOOOO excited) and the temperature was 25degC.

Today was also the day that us ladies (Mr. S's 3 daughters and Mr. S's sis-in-law and I) decided it was time to clear out Rose's wardrobes and cupboards etc. Armed with garbage bags, we all tackled different spots and it took us a good 3 hours to remove everything. What we didn't choose for ourselves, some now 'retro' clothes, make up etc, we have bagged for the Charities.

It was a little surreal, as if we robbing the grave as we held up items and then agreed to keep or to give away. The charity people will be very happy I am sure, as many clothes still had tags on. Rosy loved to shop though wheelchair bound, she had 2 wardrobes full of clothes and shoes and bags, many not even used.

So Rosy I thank you for letting us take your belongings the items that you loved - we shall put them all to good use.

On the way home we called in to see my Pop and mum again to officially wish him Happy Father's Day.

So that's why it went zip folks, before my very eyes, thank you if you actually read any of this. So now here comes the question which is a subtle way of saying you have to read to answer - or take the fast way and just scan down to this part - how was your weekend?

Mint sauce with that?

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Their laughter mingled with the clink of wine glasses in the
drawing room.
“That was a spritely one that got away this afternoon”, he roared.
“Oh yes, rather, afraid the old girl can’t muster like she use to, sadly”, came the reply.
“Do you know I went down to Jones’s farm prior to the round up?”
“Really what on earth for my good man”?
“I am thinking of purchasing his cattle dog, damn find specimen if you ask me, clever too, agile”.
“Oh yes, I have heard of him, but haven’t seen him in action, so did you offer for him?”
“Yes ol’ chappy, I did as a matter of fact four hundred pounds, I have him in the yards as we speak”.
“Four hundred pounds, good god man, I hope he proves himself worthy for that amount!”
“Yes, he has already, if only I could teach him how to cook”.

Okay I was so lost with this one – see if you can write and join in the fun (or tear your hair out as I did)

For the wonderful       VisDare 34: Fearless

Sunday in Olinda Melbourne

This afternoon we went for lunch with Pop and mum, some of the family and 20 of their friends.

The restaurant is called the Cuckoo – it is in Olinda.

This German establishment has been in business since 1958, my parents and ‘us kids’ have been there SO many times over the years I have lost count. It is nestled amongst the beauty and nature of Olinda which is about a 20 minute drive from where I live.

A smorgasbord (buffet) with delights as fresh prawns, seafood salads, cheeses, oysters, pates, breads, salads  and soup – that is your choice for entree.

For mains it’s a variety of about 15 different salads, hot meats – ham, chicken, beef, pork. Then you have your snitzels, potatoes, crumbed seafood, chops, continental sausages, pork ribs, cabbage rolls, chips, sauces, gravies, goulash, sauerkraut…in fact the menu is so extensive I cannot list all that is on offer. Open fire places compliment the ambience and also a floor show with a guy who involves the crowd (he is the one holding the microphone when he gets the woman to sing in the clip).

The band I think are pretty much the original band, this place holds true to the ‘If it ain’t broke – don’t fix it rule’.

The occasion was a thank you from my parents to their friends who have supported and helped them of late, as they don’t entertain anymore with lavish dinners or parties,  this is how they repay the kindness of others.

It wasn’t without incident however, because it was very chilly outside, everyone rugged up and though cosy with the open fires and the heating on, the temperature soared more than expected for one of dad’s friends (also in his 80’s).

George was dressed in a jacket, a jumper and a long sleeve T shirt. He got too hot – he passed out. He recovered but the Ambulance was called ‘just in case’ to give him the once over. Not what the other patrons would have expected to see 3 paramedics coming into a restaurant on a Sunday afternoon I am sure. Thankfully George was ok and he sat quietly with his wife until their son came to take them back home.

My Pop LOVES his food, due to his lack of mobility I sat next to him and was up to forage for his first plate of entree, then up for his first plate of mains (hot meat) he is somewhat of a carnivore my pop. Then up for the 2nd plate of hot meats etc, which he couldn’t get half way through by the way. Yes his eyes are bigger than his belly 🙂

I cut his meat, I poured him a glass of beer, I tucked the napkin across his chest so that if he spilt his food it wouldn’t land on his clean shirt for mum to cast the evil eye telling me I should have tucked the napkin around his collar.

He wanted to stretch his legs after he had eaten, so I held his arm, whilst he stood with his cane. This Restaurant is extremely ‘busy’,  the total areas fit 450 people. I think pop was frightened a little by the commotion around him  which had never previously worried him and he stood transfixed once again, as though his brain couldn’t tell his legs to move. I prompted and encouraged and what would have been a 3 minute meander around the tables took us 20 minutes, ducking and weaving children, waiters and patrons, all the while dad apologising for holding people up.

I got him back and settled once more and at 2.30 all the guests were starting to make their way home. They came up to pop and mum and thanked them for treating them to the afternoon. I sat holding pop’s hand. One woman came up and gave me a hug and said “You are doing a marvellous job, you know that don’t you, we can see how much you love him”.  Yes there were tears, as she finished saying to pop “We want you around for a very long time, you are such a good man and you are so lucky to have such a beautiful daughter”. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and tried to smile my goodbyes to her through my soggy eyelashes before helping pop into the car.

I was sad, I will have sad moments, but I know deep down that I am giving it my ‘all’ to make him as comfortable as I possibly can – and that is what being a daughter is all about.

I hope everyone has had a lovely weekend.


Just a bit of Aussie Land on a Sunday

Ok this may possibly be the most boring and useless post you will ever witness on WP or my site, this could in reality bore the very pants off you (awkward) but I am sharing *drum roll* some pics of an Aussie supermarket… Of course click onto the pics for close ups…I know you will.  How utterly enthralling will this be??!!!! Hold onto your hats ladies and gents this will knock your socks off!

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Ah yes the Tim Tam section – had to have the chocolate in here for ma’ ladies!Could that be?? Is it??Could that be?? Is it??  You can see by his expression he ‘loves’ to shop…Here we have part of the fruit and veg section..amazing huh?Here we have part of the fruit and veg section this is for Katie..amazing huh?2013-02-24 11.57.51Another part of the fruit and veg  also for Katie – you can’t contain your excitement can you???Part of the meat section - hang on there's more to come!Part of the meat section, chops anyone?  – hang on there’s more to come!The lolly section or part of it - what you guys call sweets.The lolly section (yum yum) or part of it – what you guys call sweets.Yes, you are seeing right -  they are Easter Chocolates...when IS Easter again?Yes, you are seeing right – they are Easter Bunnies…when IS Easter again?Finally and waiting for the 'ewwww' comments, one of my favourites - Rollmops, Pickled Herring...that's fish guys that's marinated in a vinegar...don't judge me, I was raised on them!Finally and waiting for the ‘ewwww’ comments, one of my favourites – Rollmops, Pickled Herring…that’s fish guys that’s marinated in a vinegar…don’t judge me, I have European blood in my veins, I was raised on them!

So there you have it folks/followers/fans a delectable ‘foodie’  insight into an Aussie Supermarket. Pfft it’s Sunday – I was bored.





LISTENING – VIS DARE CHALLENGE – 150 words – or less.

Unfortunately I do not get notifications for prompts. Therefore I have not been following a theme or writing anything continuously that I can ‘add’ on to, this submission is a stand alone from the picture placed and what ‘spewed forth from my head’. Open for comments, detrimental or otherwise. 🙂





“What? Can’t hear you, I am trying, can you see my ears pricked up, the alert facial expression, my body language – turned acknowledging”?

“Sorry, don’t know why I am having trouble, it is quiet, normally it’s  jam packed with people, feet, dirty shoes, newspapers, coffee cups, radios, IPhones clicking away”.

“Look at it now, deserted, not a soul in sight, hell even the seats and floors are clean, but you will have to speak up or come closer”.

“Why are you in here anyway, what brings you into an empty train carriage, what do you want from me?”

“You what? Really? Why the hell didn’t you say so sooner, I am a cat, I do as I like, I will come to you when I need to come to you, but if it’s food you’re offering…be right there”.

“Maybe I wasn’t listening hard enough”.


For Vis Dare –


What attracts a reader?

Us writers have a veritable smorgasbord of words to choose from.
The words are what seizes the readers attention.
Do we have to make it complicated, ostentatious?

Shall I entice those that read mine with a

Roast Kurobuta Pork Belly with Apple Sauce
Shall I baffle them with a
Terrine of Foie Gras, Alsace Vieille Prune Marinated Black Mission Figs
Shall I confuse them with a
Pesto Crusted Lamb Cutlets with Eggplant and Olive Caponata
Shall I make them linger with a
Shortcrust Tart with Crème Pâtissière and Passionfruit

No… mine are more simplistic and shall be served as


Weekly Writing Challenge – Accidental Meeting

couple-embrace about this photo.

Julia had accidentally met him in the grocery store, only a couple of hundred meters from where they now stood, embracing.

Sunday morning in a desperate need for her coffee fix, and finding the cupboards bare Julia went to the local grocers in chase of some.  Jumping up and down the living room floor trying to zip up the dress that she swore she fit into last week, she moaned about not having the ability to just knick down in her pyjamas.

“Morning, morning” she greeted Franco who was busy cleaning out the cupboards on his hands and knees.

“Good Morning Bella”, came his reply. He always grinned when he saw her, she was so bright and young and full of life.

“Coffee pleasssse Franco, I’ve run out”, she pleaded.

“Ah, for you that I can do”, he chuckled retrieving a packet from the top shelf for her.

“You look so pretty today Miss Julia”. She swore she saw him blush.

“You are such a flirt Franco, that’s the only reason I shop here”, winking and paying for her beloved coffee, she started for the door.

“God sorry” spilt from his lips.

Julia couldn’t speak, in fact her mouth had dropped and no matter how she tried, nothing would come out.

“Are you ok? I am so sorry I wasn’t watching were I was going”, he bent his head a little on the side to look up at her, for she was now staring at the ground with embarrassment.

“What, um.. err.. no I’m fine honestly, it was me that crashed into you, no harm done”, she awkwardly smiled.

“Well I best get a wriggle on, my coffee awaits” holding up the package in front of her glowing red cheeks.

This guy is a gift from the Gods.

“What, no, surely not, someone as pretty as you makes their own coffee”?

The most magnificent smile and brilliant white teeth and the accent. Snap yourself out of this Julia, she silently reprimanded herself.

“Well,  yes I’m pretty good with the percolator, I’ll have you know kind Sir”, feeling herself blush even further.

“Let me buy you a coffee, in fact let me buy you breakfast? It’s Sunday, the sun is shining, that should make up for our little accidental no”?

He was Italian – of course he was, drop dead gorgeous and Italian and why haven’t I seen him around here before? Where has he been all my life?

“Well, err”, she stammered, trying to form a cognitive sentence to no avail.

“OK I don’t see why not, yes, we will have breakfast, but only if we go Dutch”.

“Dutch? but I am Italian” he laughed and there were those brilliant white teeth once again.

“After you um?

“Julia, Julia Sheppherd, holding our her hand to shake his “Pleased to meet you”.

“Andre, Andre Bocinni, grasping her hand and holding it, neither of them actually shaking in a friendly how do you do mannerism or a good-bye one, just holding, skin against skin.

“Forgive me Julia I am not from these parts, so you will have to show me your finest breakfast Cafe, if you would be so kind”, Andre smirked.

“Good bye Franco, thanks for the coffee” she yelled back as she passed out of the door with the most divine looking specimen that she had laid eyes for quite some time.

“Good-bye Bella, enjoy!” Franco yelled back.

“Bella, yes that you are” Andre said as he waited for her to walk beside him.

She swore she saw him wink when he said that, not a full blown ‘how you doin’ wink but a little ‘did you catch that’ one.

They walked down the cobblestone path along the tram lines. It was busy for a Sunday morning, people coming and going down to the markets for their fresh produce. Julia realised not only were her cupboards a little bare, but also her fridge and she should really be doing her weekly shop. Clambering around the markets for food however, was not on the agenda, not this morning, after bumping into ‘Mr. Divine’, this was a moment she wasn’t going to let go of for a micro second.

They walked for about half a kilometre, down another small street to a Cafe of her choice, she had eaten lunch there twice, the food was always delicious. The smell of the freshly cooked bread and the coffee drew her in whenever she ventured down there.

“Shall we sit outside, it is too beautiful a morning to be in the darkness”, Andre gestured his hand behind the back of a chair already.

They sat looking at each other now and then above the Menus, both trying not to catch the other out.

The waiter came and took their order and they sat in the sun and tucked into their eggs and bacon on toast and of course the freshly brewed coffee.

“So” “Where” They both started talking at once and laughed for doing so.

“Please, Bella you first”.

It took all her strength not to slide off the chair, when he called her Bella.

“I was just going to ask do you live here (please say you are and that you’re unattached and looking for someone like me) or visiting”?

She waited, it seemed like an eternity before he answered, she watched his mouth, those kissable lips, those sparkling white teeth that made his sun tanned skin even more golden.

“I am here just for, he looked at his watch, another hour or so”, he replied taking a sip of his coffee.

“Unfortunately”, he added.

Her heart sunk, she thought it too good to be true, the day…. another hour or so, is that what he said. I meet the man of my dreams for him to vanish in two hours?

“Oh right” trying to hide her disappointment, so where are going to, are you on a stop over”? The temptation was to great, but she kept her mouth shut about his ‘unfortunately’ comment.

“Yes I am flying to France at 12, I was just here on business the last two days and unfortunately…”

There was that word again. Stop reading into this Julie honestly, a man like this would have an adoring model wife and beautiful bambinos waiting for him at home.

“Unfortunately I cannot stay any longer, as much as I would now like”, then came a further wink, a stronger one this time.

“Well that’s a shame, at least you have been privvy to one of the best Cafe’s and their delicious coffee”, she tried to sound strong knowing full well that she sounded more like a love struck teenager.

“Not only is the coffee delicious”… interrupted by the waiter, who promptly cleared their plates from the table.

Breakfast was finished, they sat looking at each other, a chemistry that she had never felt before.

“Well my lovely Julia… Bella, I thank you for  the pleasure of your company, but I really have to get going to the Airport”. Did I see a look of sadness in his eyes?

He walked her back to her apartment. They stood, Julia fidgeted, he can’t just go like this..he can’t.

“May I” he said holding out his arms to embrace her.

“Yes, you may, as he held onto her, he secretively slipped his business card into her shoulder bag..with his phone number and two little words.. Call Me.