It was a day of firsts for me.
Me, a virginal child sent, quivering, into the dirty old druids sacrifice chamber that was Perth city.
My first time using a pressure cooker. My introduction to my new friend, known simply as ‘chilli condiment’. My first time eating the liver of the pig. And my first actual meeting with Paul from ‘Paul’s Caul’. I thought he would be taller…
I had organised to meet Paul in the city. We would do some shopping and then go back to our apartment and cook a meal for a few friends…
We thought it best to start at ‘the Belgian Beer House’. I don’t know where we expected this to take us, but let’s just say, for arguments sake, that we started at the Belgian beer house at 11:30 and we could’ve left there up to 3 hours later.
“To the Asian butcher”, Pauly cried, as we stumbled across town. Neither tourist nor common cripple was safe in our wake…
As we reached the Asian butcher Pauly gestured to the small bar across the road and commented that they made a very good caprioska there. “Shall we sample it?”, I inquired. I was his guest. He could not refuse. Haha. So ‘Bar 399’ it was. A great little bar by all accounts, offering small bites, great drinks and pickled onions and eggs at the bar.
Lani or Lana made us both a lovely drink (this should be sounding a little messy by now. Kinda like Johnny Depp in ‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas’).
This shopping mission was taking longer than expected. I wasn’t concerned though because Paul had been talking about this pressure cooker all afternoon, and I was already a believer in its magical qualities, and how fast it was gonna make things happen.
So we made it to the Asian butcher and the first thing I noticed was that we were the only white people in the place. I think this is always a good sign if you’re in a strange neighbourhood and all the locals are there for their supplies. It also seemed to improve our chances with the pretty young girl behind the counter. Especially when we ordered the piggies liver.
Finishing at the butchers we thought it might be a good idea to make haste back to the apartment as it was a steaming hot day, and we still had a number of kilometres to the cover.
One more stop. The Asian supermarket just down the road, where we made friends once more with our purchase of bags full of Asian goodies. This is where I met my new love… Known simply as ‘chilli condiment’. We were going to have a lot of fun together. I could already tell.
After convincing Pauly that man is not a camel, we managed one more stop (yeah, I know I already said that) on the way. To the Grosvenor for one more cider my good man, just to top it off and really impress the shit out of the crew we were about to cook for.
It was 4:30 when we got back to the appartment. I don’t recall ‘doing the shopping’ being that much fun last time, I thought to myself. Actually I think I said it quite loudly, and then laughed some more. Shopping was seriously funny (just like that), I was starting to understand why girls seem to like it so much.
We were actually drunk now. There was no turning back.
Stay tuned for the recipe for what we actually cooked. It was good.
foodisthebestshitever 