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Paul’s Caul… Chasing the egg dragon
I am writing this still high as a kite. I’m like a duck outta china town… and I already want my next fix… but it’s only 10am on a Saturday morning, should I wait until lunch time? Should I wait until tomorrow morning? What does society dictate is an acceptable amount of time between breakfasts?…
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Hash
Hash for breakfast? Sure I’ll get the hash pipe… not that type of hash huh? Aw man, and my hash pipe is sooo impressive. I was going to relive my time back packing through India… oh well, didn’t have the shonky toilet anyway. This sort of breakfast lures me in every time. I am attracted…
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Poached fish and potato salad with dill ranch dressing…
It is a cruel hot sun out there at the moment. It’s the kind of sun that turns old people into stone when it’s rays hit their frail skin and burns small children to a cinder… and then it walks away laughing. I didn’t even need to use salt on the food in the kitchen…
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Paul’s Caul… Return of the Mac
Return of the Mac So you may or may not of missed me, you may or may not of realized I haven’t written anything since my November holiday extravaganza, in fact there may still be some of you that think Graeme and I are one in the same…. Well I can clear it all…
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Chermoula prawns for the “Graz vs Queenie Challenge”
Last post I did declare that I would be providing your eager eyes with a recipe for the garam masala chermoula prawns I cooked for the “Graz vs Queenie Challenge”… I really think we could’ve put a little more (or lot more… or even some) thought into the name of the challenge. Doesn’y exactly sound…
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Graz vs Queenie aka. snapper and prawns vs squid and chorizo
Word was passed about the station… the challenge was on. The day was set. It would be yesterday, in the past. The protagonists of this challenge would be my fair Jennee’s brother, Queenie, and my self, Grazza McFilthymouth. The challenge would be set in our kitchen. The challenge itself? We would each choose four ingredients…
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Goochmas or Gooch-week or some other rubbish
Foreword by my mate Troppo. So it’s gooch-week, or goochmas* (not Christmas). This amazing time of year helps us celebrate all things in between, both moving and stationary. Sandwiched between two important events, it’s easy to overlook the feelings aroused at such a time. Christmas dinner, being an extravagant affair, always involves leftovers, which begs…
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So this is Christmas…
It’s that time of year again, just like all the “this time of years” that I can remember. Ever since I was a small lad, no bigger than a large cocker spaniel, I can remember the wait of the weeks leading up to the climax that was/is Christmas. We would sit around impatiently, eager for…
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Monday dinner #2… fresh snapper rocks my world more than Britney Spears
Ooops I did it again, blah blah blah blah, dah diddy dah, I like it like that. No, I am not magically transporting you back to the year 2000 to a chart topping hit for a drunkard white trash caravan park kid, and I certainly won’t be hitting the stage in a red lycra onesie…
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