Tag Archive: carpaccio


Yes, it’s playtime… at least that’s what Cloro thinks. My house resembles a kitty-nursery, toys everywhere. Plastic bottle cap, a screwed up foil top from a beer can, a screwed up pizza brochure, a coin, a toothbrush used as a ‘puter duster, a cigarette packet retrieved from the rubbish, a clothes peg (that I stood on and heard crack – I thought, “OMG, I’ve broken his little leg!”).

Last night he sat on my leg (warm place on a cold night) watching the football and I found myself explaining the game to him, “yes, game for silly men to kick their balls around”. It was at that point I stopped talking and watched the game.

He’s just discovered, during one of frequent romps, that if you run and land in the polystyrene tray I use for his meat, it shoots across the floor like a sled.

I am steampunk Virgo

I am steampunk Virgo

Today is birthday. Mine. So I am writing this post first or the chances are, it won’t get written later.

I am feeling, generally, better this morning. I feel such a fraud at the prospect of having my birthday BBQ after three straight days of cancelling lessons; almost like I was throwing a sickie.

6am and the meat was out of the freezer. I have so much to do, change the kitty litter  (dirt), wash poopified towel, blanket and tracksuit pants from the days before Cloro figured out what the pizza box top was for. Then I have a trip to the supermarket, need more 0.0% beer and some other stuff. Have to make a coleslaw, I am going to make some carpaccio rolls (blue cheese, capers and olive oil). I already have pickled cabbage, onions and beetroot in the fridge. Wine, I must put some wine in the fridge… There, fresh coffee and I have fridged bottles of  Australian, New Zealand, Chilean, and Portuguese wines.

I got interviewed. If you want to check that out… Do so here Nothing startling, just some thoughts on life.


Phubbing = Phone Snubbing

Phubbing = Phone Snubbing

I just hate it!

I just learned the word today, in the last half hour in fact.

I have been the victim of phubbing, yes, I have been phubbed by my own daughter in a restaurant in fact. I pointed out the error of her ways and she sheepishly put her phone away to enjoy the meal.

The epitome of ignorance, I will not tolerate it.

Imagine this scene…

"You may now phub the bride!"

“You may now phub the bride!”

Have you ever been phubbed?

Blackcurrant Liqueur

Blackcurrant Liqueur

Yesterday was hot and sunny, wonderful day for a BBQ. Not a lot of BBQ meat, but I put out pickled beetroot and onions. Brazilians don’t know about pickled beetroot, and it proved more popular than the meat. There was also a carpaccio salad with asparagus, olives and capers oozing with extra virgin olive oil. We followed that with a liqueur tasting.

Most Brazilians don’t know about liqueurs; really in some ways Brazilians are quite unrefined. I put out Cassis (black currants), Cacão (cocoa), Frangelico and Malibu, and made a couple of simple cocktails with grated dark chocolate. They were amazed; I felt like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.

So it was a fun afternoon, the sun went down, Flamengo won their game 3-0, the wind began to blow in the darkness and we all teetered off home; some wobblier than others.

If we hadn’t departed for our various abodes, it may well have become a case of “The drunker I sit here, the longer I get…”

I was in bed at 8:45… that’s why I didn’t get round to posting here yesterday. I just wanted “lights out”.

I wait forlornly for my new stove to arrive; it was suggested Monday or Tuesday, I fear Tuesday will be closer to the mark. Which is going to interfere with my payday arrangements, something always goes awry.

Today is cooler, overcast, a little drizzle, but just looking out the window there are darker, more ominous clouds in the distance. As long as they stay in the distance until after 4pm when I will be safely in class.

That’s it.

This is not the 9 o’clock news…


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