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Oh Dear…

I did it again!

What a pusillanimous excuse.

roblemalbecI missed yesterday. I was busy. I woke from my Nap-fu practice to the smell of BBQ wafting through my bedroom window. After shaking myself awake, I followed my nose… and found myself amongst genial company, BBQ smoked pork ribs and beer; and that was the day gone. I took over a bottle of Argentine Malbec and some queijo coalho (grilling cheese) on sticks, and proceeded to get genial.

It was a good thing I didn’t have classes yesterday.

WordPress has done it again. They made a new ‘My Sites’ page that I began to use as my base. It was great. Then they ‘fixed’ it; it wasn’t broken. They made it a two column affair, which was okay, but they left out the ‘new post’ link which made it about as much use as tits on a bull. I haven’t opened it since, but have rather gone back to my previous method of opening the new post page. People will meddle! I went to the WP site to complain, and they had closed comments… Pffft!

I made a breakthough the other day. I finally, after years of mystery, managed to make a transparent background .gif image on CorelDraw. Now all I have to do is remember how I did it, so that I can do it again…

Today is Marilyn Munro Day. Why? Marilyn Munro was a screen whore; why have a day for her? I’d rather she was forgotten as the miserable example she was to women. Apparently it’s also Black Cat Day, I’d rather see a black cat than MM. So we finally have to double up days so we can give everyone and everything a shot at being famous/remembered for a day.

Tomorrow is the end of October. Halloween. Another month of 2014 will have bitten the dust and become relegated to history. Only two more months of this year left… where did it all go?

A Leonardo da Vinci selfie

A Leonardo da Vinci selfie

Selfies have become the scourge of the internet.

Anybody with a digital camera or cellphone takes them with abandon.

But selfies are not a new idea, they’ve been around for centuries. Leonardo da Vinci, among many toher artists, took selfies. And they were a damned sight better than digital ones.

I finished the asparagus for a morning snack. My pee won’t smell funny anymore.

It’s lunch time, I’ve missed most of the news by posting this. Time just flies when you’re having fun.

Lunch today the last of the fish.

Tomorrow will have to be a supermarket day.

Hot hot day out there. The sun is very intense, so I’m staying inside under the fan with iced water.

Later.

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Pusillanimous

funny-coffee-memeLove that word! Pusillanimous, just rolls off the tongue with pure venom.

Moving along…

Lovely sunny day today, after yesterday’s start and stop sunshine.

Lunch was piece of salmon grilled in olive oil and capers, served on pickled beetroot with asparagus.

My pee smelled funny all night; asparagus does that to you.

This morning I was having my first coffee before six. I slept well last night. Went to bed around 9:30 and slipped into a coma.

I’m pretty sure that either Simon or Garfunkel was staring into a wonderful cup of black coffee when they coined the lyrics for The Sound of Silence…

Great song.

Yesterday TV was full of election post mortems. Come on it’s over, let it rest until 2018, you made your decisions.

However, even though we got the blonde bimbo back. the result has given her a bit of a shock and she realises that a lot of the people want big changes, and if they don’t get them, it will mean the end of PT reign at the next election. This term she is carrying the party on her shoulders.

Lovely yummy chocolate

Lovely yummy chocolate

Chocolate, wonderful stuff.

It has long been recognised that dark chocolate is good for the heart; in small doses, 50grammes a day.

But yesterday in the news they have discovered there is an ingredient in chocolate that reduces memory loss.

Bring on the chocolate!

Now, what was I saying…

Obviously, I’m not eating enough.

Now for the silly box.

Britain has said it will no longer support missions to save illegal migrants from drowning in the Mediterranean. Well, that’s just lovely! Callous bastards!

Is your MAOA gene a low activity gene? This is the ‘warrior gene’ the one responsible for aggressive behaviour. A Finnish study shows that such people are 13x more likely to commit repetitive violent offences than people with a normal version of this gene.

I took mine out and stuck it on the cellphone charger just in case…

Five minutes to news time. I usually make lunch during the news, sneaking peeks around the kitchen door if anything sounds interesting.

Lost. Australia lost one of its pieces a few millenia ago, it turned up under Vanuatu in the South Pacific.

Later.

Sunday Slap-Dash

No burning penises or loose testicles in this post, if that’s what turns you on (must be I got so many likes on the last two posts) then I suggest you desist now before disappointment sets in and becomes a moribund fascination…

Sunday is a day to relax.

Unless of course you are religiously tainted, then its a mad panic to scrub the kids and make them look presentable before heading of to church to be relieved of the horrendous angst accumulated through the week. Then you don’t get a chance to relax

ConchayToroRiesling

Great Chilean plonk

But on Sunday I have the luxury of relaxing, because I am not so tainted.

I have blogged today, I have napped today, I have watered the plants today and I have turned the compost over… This is called relaxing.

Having had a replete morning relaxing, I decided on lunch; which one tends to do if one missed breakfast. Well, I had three steaming mugs of coffee.

With my thoughts turned toward lunch, I remembered a recipe I saw yesterday on Kitchen Ventures. I had some of the ingredients, and had to improvise on others.

Prosciutto, for example became bacon.

Asparagus retained its original identity, albeit from a jar.

I didn’t have any wild mushrooms, but they were pretty pissed off by the time I put them in the pan.

Heavy cream became, well, cream.

White wine became a Chilean Cocha y Toro Riesling.

The rest of the ingredients more or less resembled themselves.

The first step in my Seared Prosciiuttoless Asparagus etc… was the wine. The chosen wine needs to breathe. So, open the wine and check; if it’s not breathing, give it mouth to bottle resuscitation.

what i started with

what I started with

I like cooking with wine. As on this occasion, sometimes I even add it to the food.

Once one has ascertained that the wine is, in fact, breathing. One slices good thick rashers off the block of bacon and cooks off to a crisp orangy-goldy colour, which is about the stage before burnt-to-a-crisp.

Take the bacon out and set aside.

bacon

Add oniony garlicky mushroomy things to bacon fat with a sprinkle of rosemary.

stuffinthepan

Stuff in the pan

Cooked off to golden colour, add wine… add a splash more just to be sure.

Reduce… (that does NOT mean tasting it yet!)

While that is reducing, layer the asparagus on the bacon in the tray.

Check that the wine is still alive.

Add pseudo ‘thick cream’, stir, while it thickens a bit, make toast. (Yes, I know this wasn’t in the original recipe!)

Pour sauce over asparagus and bacon, allowing the hot sauce to reheat the bacon and asparagus.

offendingproduct

Offending mixture

Divide off about half the offending mixture and serve on hot buttered toast.

It is about this time that the remaining wine, whether breathing or not, should be dispatched humanely and put out of its misery.

That is a slap-dash, because everything is slapped in the pan with a dash of this and a dash of that. You’ll notice that I haven’t included measurements; if you know what you are doing, they’re irrelevant.

Consume ravishingly while watching The Incredibles. I don’t have cable so I had no choice. The wine makes them bearable.

The rest of the day to relax…

Later, much later.

To Fly in the Face of Convention

17963910Oh how uptight we have become as beings. We have become so prudish, so scared of ourselves in all manner of unbelievable ways.

This post was inspired by a post Liberating on Angie’s Grapevine.

Angie went outside in her unmentionables much to the horror of her daughter.

My immediate thought was “I do that!” so what? I’ve actually been outside in less, in a cowardly brief excursion to the washing line.

Convention has us so bound up that we’re too scared to poop mentally.

I certainly am not conventional, I sleep naked, no sheet in the summer, just the lovely fan. Pyjamas are a waste of material. I pee in the shower, why waste water on a flush, when you’ve got water going down the drain any way.

I’m not afraid to fly in the face of convention!

The Pope arrives today. 4pm. I wonder what TV host will have him on his show, will it be the exceedingly boring Faustão, the disorganised rabble of Esquentão, or Calderão do Huck? Or will he just be quietly dissected by our bland friend Jô Soares?

Brazil has the habit that any personality, famous, mundane or of absolutely no general interest at all gets to do the rounds of all the TV shows.

Does the Pope do TV shows? He should, it would enhance his popularity enormously. Or does he just do St Peter’s Square? He needs a front man.

My pee smells funny. I had forgotten that side effect of asparagus…

Found this; a cat with attitude.

dogsbumflowerI think that’s just wonderful. It could happen on any Monday…

Yes, here we go, it’s Monday; Pope week. Disruptions, nothing at all important on the news, lost students, days off aplenty. Today, the holiday doesn’t begin until 4pm. Then it’s back to normal for Tuesday and Wednesday, then four days off…. and the really disturbing aspect of all that is that it will be Monday again!

You can’t escape them, you know.

Later

Update:

Beware the Royal Baby! and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

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