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Pauly’s Soup Challenge
The proof is in the pudding… or soup I guess. Here is the soup challenge that Pauly (from Paul’s Caul fame) threw down last week. If he was a doubter of the integrity of the readers of this blog he shalt be a believer from this day forward. The only real problem is that the…
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Hommus…and other stuff Sammy likes
Sammy likes hommus… and a heap of other things that I probably shouldn’t tell you about. I don’t know if you guys remember Sammy, but way back at the start of this piece of crap top notch blog Sammy would regularly tell me what was in her larder and I would create a recipe for…
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Paul’s Caul… Salads for people who don’t like salads
Salad for people that don’t like salad I’m with you people, salad just doesn’t sound appealing its like de-caf coffee or clothes shopping with your girl, as in it just sounds shit from the get go, it may turn out to be alright but you’ll never know because you made up a lie about helping…
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My Nana Rose’s Pea and Ham Soup
I can remember the days when it seamed that everyone thought it was cool to throw rubbish from your car window (not at the drive through skip bin), and really cool to smoke cigarettes in the car with the kids in the back. A baby could be nursed in the front seat and even breastfed…
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…and follow that up with a great soup and throwing-of-the-glove by Pauly
PAUL’S CAUL Supposedly I’m meant to write about food. Word on the street is I’m meant to be writing about food… maybe I have a tendency to get a little carried away with a rant here and an opinion there, but I figured that’s why you love me. Now it has also come to my…
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Winter and how I’m pretty much over it…
The curse of winter finally has me in its grasp. Winter you foul beast. You have found me at last. Tracked me down and sprayed me with your poisonous spore. I shake my fist at you winter, and If I had a cat I would throw that at you to. I’m ready for the cold…
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Paul’s Caul… Olympic special from the land whenst he was born
Olympic special… the joining of many nations rings… Everyone loves the Olympics right? For some it’s about their country getting gold or just watching sport in general. But not for me, for me it’s all about the emotion of the competitors. Let me explain the scenario I’m talking about… Picture a young eastern European girl…
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…and then cheeses loves you again
…and then cheeses loves you again. It’s nice when you can get a second meal out of your cheeses. It’s rewarding. Satisfying. It’s like getting sex again in the morning before your last nights’ one night stand can sneak out… When you have cheese dinner (re: the post a couple back about cheese dinner) more…
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if life gives you a lemon…
If life gives you a lemon ask life for some salt and tequila too… And maybe a couple of hot Canadian backpackers to share it with. And while you’re at it tell life that it should probably be concentrating more on helping out bloody buggery bollocksy boring a-holes (that’s asshole for those amongst us who…
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Cheeses Loves You…
This is an ode to my friends and local cheese peddlers at Cheese Please. Di, Pob and Keejay, cheeses really does love you. As with a good woman, one cheese is never enough. Two is good, three even better and four… well four is four. And they both start to smell the longer you…
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