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Oh, so Intenso…

Yes, I am continuing on my ‘intense’ coffee streak.

As I explained yesterday today is a public holiday. St George’s Day, the world appears dead outside and it’s 10am. I heard the breadman tooting his horn, but apart from that; nothing!

Even Lixo knows it’s a holiday, after breakfast so far he has slept on the clean washing, he has slept under the coffee table and now he is sleeping on the sofa; he’s a cat, he does a lot of sleeping and he does it well.

Conundrum_red_Wine_zoomI have been rescued from a conundrum.

Not that type of Conundrum, I would hardly need rescuing from that, unless I over-imbibed.

Back in February I lamented about not being able to add one of my favourite widgets, Feedjit, to my WordPress blogs.

Well, last night I got a comment from a kind gentleman, Dante in Italy, who recognised my plight and gave me the link to his post on how to. If you have a need, check his post out, it has an obscure link to Feedjit that works. I promised him an honorable mention in dispatches to go along with my OBE… Other Bugger’s Efforts

I was testing my camera out the other day, and happened to point it at my modest wine rack.

No Conundrum here

No Conundrum here

Pity, I would like some Conundrum.

It has two more bottles on top now. I got a couple of sweet wines for my ex yesterday. She has this nasty habit of taking my good dry wines and adding sugar to her taste. Disgusting habit, I would much prefer that she pick her nose, or something similar than abuse a good dry wine.

She is coming over next Sunday with the whole famn damily to cook Feijoada for lunch.

Image credit - www.canindesoares.com

Image credit – www.canindesoares.com

Now feijoada is a typical Brazilian dish, usually served on Fridays or Saturdays. It’s difficult to explain to a palate not from Brazil. Black baked beans, with meat.

Now it’s the meat that’s the problem. Much of the meat used would make the average western stomach heave with disgust. Pigs ears, trotters and tails for example, they are salted and are actually quite tasty. Other meats include bacon, smoked calabresa sausage, salted pork cuts and ribs.

Almost always served with rice and couve (kale).

Meanwhile, my lunch today will be much simpler. Curried chicken on rice; which I really must consider making. It will be a heavy curry which will necessitate retiring to the botequim for beer o’clock afterwards; and that is probably where I will stay for the rest of the afternoon basking in the sunshine although the air temperature is cool.


Over the Hump


Some people enjoy Hump Day

And on the downhill run towards the weekend. I hate the run-up to hump day, even worse is the day it’s self.

I only discovered Hump Day a couple of days ago on Twitter, I saw it mentioned and tweeted, what’s Hump Day? The reply was logical and I wonder why my tiny brain couldn’t figure it out.

An astounding success for social media.

Take yesterday, I reheated the pizza from the previous night.

Tasted great, until the last slice and I realised that not all the specks of oregano were oregano.

Flakes of oregano don’t have little legs.

Oven-fried ants

Oven-fried ant pizza

I had been eating oven-fried ants. Tasted fine, tasted like pizza; now I am wondering if in fact the oven-fried ants enhanced the pizza or not.

I had left the pizza pan on the bench while preheating the oven.

This didn’t perturb me too much, as I read recently that on an average we eat 500gms (about 1lb) of extraneous things a year.

I shall study my oregano more closely in the future.

My fridge seems further away than ever. I had made alternative plans to collect it tonight, but my neighbour with the pick-up won’t have it tonight. It’s the work truck and the bastards want to use it for work, damned cheeky of them. Don’t they understand ‘perks’ of the job?

Curried chicken on rice

Curried chicken on rice

Curried chicken for lunch, no ants today. I bought chicken cubes yesterday at the supermarket, so lunch will take ten minutes to prepare. Cooking the rice takes longer than the curried chicken.

It could look something like this, if I don’t decide to eat it from the pot, which I do sometimes if I am in a hurry or want to save washing a plate. Being a bachelor is fun; I get to run around the house all day in my underpants, I get to poop with the toilet door open so Lixo can come in for his pet, nobody shouts at me to put the toilet seat down and there is never an argument over the TV remote.

Well, more coffee has appeared beside me, I shall blog right along…



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