Tag Archive: leftovers


After Yesterday’s Fiasco

Clorinha being a book under my lappy table

Clorinha being a book under my lappy table

The first thing I did this morning when I woke up was to take a nap.

I guess most people would call it sleeping in.

I was so cozy with Clorinha purring under my chin, I didn’t have the heart to move; so I fell asleep again.

She is growing up and getting bigger.

Today is another footballess day. (Should that have three ‘l’s?)

Tomorrow is a different story. Brazil vs Colombia. Brazilians have a day off, so do the Colombians.

Brazil-vs-Colombia-World-Cup

An important day for both countries.

Yesterday’s lunch:

yesterdayslunch

Which goes part way to explaining my M.I.A. day.

intel-inside-idiot-outsideI found this, which might have been more applicable for yesterday’s post.

Yesterday at the supermarket, I nearly bought some Australian wine… screw caps, back on the shelf.

Pity, it looked good too.

The neighbour’s cat who sneaks in and steals Clorinha’s food has taken a liking to me at the botequim and always comes for a pet.

The neighbour's cat

The neighbour’s cat

She’s beautiful and got a belly full of paws and claws.

But she will give Clorinha a box around the ears; and won’t come near me at home.

Although she’s getting game, she just appeared at the bedroom door, looked at me then scarpered.

Lunch will be fried fish leftovers, they were for yesterday, but BBQ took preference.

Cool sunny day, class at 5:30.

This World Cup has played havoc with my teaching hours. I won’t know until the end of the game tomorrow if I have a class on Tuesday or not. If Brazil wins, I don’t have class; if Brazil loses, I have class.

I came home yesterday and found this…

Beer crates outside my gate

Beer crates outside my gate

My immediate thought was “There is a God after all”, then I realised they were empties waiting to be loaded on the truck. Back to being an atheist.

I am looking at doing something constructive after this post, first lunch, then I may divide one of my pot plants into two pots. I could look at the dishes… but then that’s all I’ll do; I can’t ruin my reputation by doing them three times in a week.

Tummy rumbling, a sure sign that I need to eat.

Later.

Exhausted

HULK

Argentina might have Messi, but Brazil has…

I am.

Totally exhausted.

I put in a full eight-hour day yesterday.

Four football matches… and I watched them all.

I saw England lose and Costa Rica trounce Uruguay.

Yesterday when I was searching for images to make my kitty litter toilet paper image, I was greatly disturbed.

No, not about the level of porn that turned up, at my age you learn to ignore that. But the number of recipes and images of kitty litter cake…

Kitty litter cake, cupcakes, brownies and desserts.

kittylittercake

OMG, it looks so real!

Disgusting minds that some people have.

The Thai military ‘government’ are cracking down on social media to prevent social unrest. So the people have turned to using sandwiches as a political weapon. Somehow, I can’t imagine a threatening BLT, but the authorities are rumoured that sandwiches will be banned ūüôā

The British government is learning to its cost that young voters are NOT in favour of fracking and law changes, that they are NOT in favour of refusing refugees, that they are NOT in favour of government funding of religious schools. In fact young voters are NOT in favour of much that the government does; either government. Bodes well for the future of Britain.

Dull day out there, maybe no rain but it’s cool. I don’t plan to stray far from the TV after the 1pm kick off; Switzerland vs Ecuador.

Lunch yesterday was rotisserie chicken that I bought from a stand outside the supermarket. Lunch today, cold leftover rotisserie chicken sandwiches; I wonder what message the Thais would get…

Nap-fu time.

Later.

 

Heed the Warning

WarningCoffeeAlthough I have been up and down since midnight and had several coffees, this warning is still appropriate.

I had a restless night, up and down like a yo-yo. Also the two neighbouring tomcats decided to have a fight in my carport, which is outside my window.

I have even napped and had a recovery coffee, but I remain philogrobolized, you know, that’s when you wake feeling rough and can’t focus on the world. It’s a sort of petite hangover without the alcohol.

I have discovered that Cloro is a gourmet cat, another of his many talents. On Sunday I cooked a slap dash, cut up some sirloin steak into strips, slapped it in the oven with some sliced onion, water and red wine.

I cooked too much, and have taken to cutting up pieces and feeding him. He loves it. In fact, I think he likes it better than I did.

I’ll have to reheat the leftovers and use the broth to make a gravy and try it again.

I tried to drink the rest of the wine; it was a well priced Portuguese wine. Usually Portuguese wines are good, but this was in the realms of red kerosene; a category that I reserve for wines that end up down the kitchen sink.

It tasted better after having been in the oven with the dead cow.

I was thinking about lag the other day, time lag; particularly in relation to Cloro.

Examples:

Time lag between me lying down for a nap and Cloro comes for tickles; time lag 5 seconds, depends on whether he has to stop for a scratch or lick his fluffy nuts.

Time lag between me stopping the tickles to when he head butts my hand for more; 2 seconds.

Time lag between when I open the fridge and he appears at the door peering in; No time lag, but depends where he was before I opened the fridge, and whether he stops to scratch or lick his fluffy nuts. His appearance in this case is more like magic.

Time lag between a bug flying into the room and he goes from zero to hyper bedlam instantly; once again, no lag.

Time lag between hearing Tomcats fight outside the bedroom window and Cloro flying across the bed and out the window; 1 second, no time to stop and scratch or lick fluffy nuts.

Cats are such wonderful creatures to observe.

It’s a hottish day, temp expected 34¬įC, the plants are wilting; if I don’t go and water them, they’ll be going to the botequim next door asking for bottles water;or worse, beer. This is a terrible imposition as it means I’ll have to put my shorts on.

housing_bubble2Remember I said a few months back that Brazil was heading for a ‘housing bubble’?

I have been vindicated, an expert in such affairs has said “…market prices and asset bubbles, pinpointed the US stock market and Brazilian property market as areas of concern.”

See, I’m not so silly after all, despite what they say in the bar.

I showed my draft grammar book one of my advanced students last night. Guess what, she wants to study from it. That’s good news.

The reports from Black Friday sales were down by $1.7bn dollars from the previous year after increases in the past seven years. So much for America’s financial recovery.

Venezuela had a power cut last night; blacked out 70% of the country including the capital, Caracas. Maduro is screaming opposition sabotage; obviously it has nothing to do with governmental mismanagement. The local polls this Sunday will be interesting. Maduro was granted martial powers last week, let’s see how/if he represses the peoples’ polling.

During the weekend the Brazilian football hooligans classed after loosing a game. This has got to stop. Football hooligaism is another blight on society. For me, if you’re carrying sticks or weapons in a clash, you’re guilty and we don’t want you in our genes pool.

My afternoon student has cancelled, just one class today.

Off to dewilt my plants.

Later.

Felis piddloraptordactylosaurus

Felis Piddloraptordactylosaurus making a first excursion from the nest

Felis Piddloraptordactylosaurus making a first excursion from the nest

Yes, it seems like the days of Felis piddloraptordactylosaurus are numbered. *cross my fingers* We (colloquial ‘we’) haven’t had a piddle accident in 24 hours, fast approaching 36.

Yes, I am hopeful that sofas, bed, and floor will be piddle-free from now on.

All I have to do now is convince said Felis Piddloraptordactylosaurus that the ferns in the living room are not to be destroyed.

Sunny day again, although weather forecast is for rapid change in the afternoon.

Just had breakfast… 10am. That’s a good time for breakfast, don’t you think? It’s what I call gentleman’s hours. A hearty British type bacon and eggs.

I am taking part in a ‘no food wastage’ campaign as part of Zero Waste on Reduce Footprints. So I have been using my leftovers. Sunday night I made Bread ‘n’ Butter pudding with stale bread and a banana that was past its ‘best by date’, and yesterday I had a little bowl of the filling from Sunday’s stuffed tomatoes, added two more eggs and after a good whisking, into the pan, added three thin slices of Camembert cheese then folded for a wonderful omelette. See, even leftovers can become Cordon Bleu.

Off to see the doctor today and get the results off my wobble tests.

Then it’s off to class.

Now I must go and answer comments left overnight… blogging right along.

Later.

Percy Verance

coffeeNWonderful man is Percy.

Found this definition today.

Oh how true that is.

I stole purloined it from Living Simply Free, her Friday roundup post offers a lot of good links.

Leftovers for lunch today. It was one of those inspirational meals where you open the fridge door and throw whatever you see on the grill.

What did I see? Well, sliced fatty ham, chicken roll, last of the sliced cheese, open bottle of Sauvignon Blanc (ah, that didn’t reach the grill… what do you think I am, stupid? <— rhetorical question). I toasted the last hamburger bun, mustard on the bottom, Lea & Perrins Worcestershire sauce on the top, slapped everything else in the middle.

Now my fridge is officially empty.

Which is a good reason to eat out tomorrow and shop on Monday.

The Brazilian protests continue, the president, Blonde Bimbo Dilma, gave a speech to the nation last night on the telly. In it she offered the people the kitchen scraps from the table; There were more scraps in my leftoverburger.

I quite agree with her, and the rest of the populace, that the violence is reprehensible. There have been many cases where the legitimate protestors have turned against the vandals.

FIFA’s anus is quivering over the protests.

Today is another footy match; Brazil vs Italy, I believe a draw or a win will ensure Brazil’s continued presence in the cup.

Yesterday I discovered a plant that eats sheep… yes, it dines on sheep. Puya chilensis eats¬†sheep I knew about plants like the Venus fly trap and pitcher plants, but never imagined one could digest sheep whole.

Managed Satireday posts on all blogs today, my students came late and left. I am going to have a glass of chilled Chateau Neuf de River Water and a nap before the footy.

Later.

Careful!

coffeewarningI still looking for my Prozac…

Until I find it, walk slowly back and make no sudden moves.

I don’t actually take that shit, but I needed a cutesy opening line.

I have had my first coffee and being near lunchtime I am about four short of my requirements.

My students arrived before I could pour the second, then I got tangled up reading the news on BBC, then I googled political satire that kept me amused for more than an hour. The remarkable thing about political satire is that it should be ‘political truths’. You can se a sample of what I found on Shit Happens today. Do you like oxymorons? Try this one: honest politicians.

Still no sign of my Mean Green Leaf Eating Machine, however the deforestation in my garden has stopped.

This is my last blog post for the day, I have completed the other seven. Now it seems as if there is no purpose in the rest of the day. I could cancel the afternoon and move straight into Sunday, but beer or wine could also be an attractive option to get over my winexiety. Lunch today, leftovers from yesterday, I’ll spice it up with some cracked black peppercorns.

Brazilians love anything American, Wrangler jeans, music, all sorts of stuff. Now they are following American manufacturing tactics. Big engineering firm here that makes parts for export to America has just moved their manufacturing plant to South Korea where they can make the same part for less than half the cost to compete with the Chinese. Now it’s Brazilian jobs going overseas, just like American jobs.

My stats are continuing to fall. Yes, I know I am whining, but look at this, Nether Region stats from the beginning when I left Blogspot in Sep 2011.

statsNRLook at that dip in November last year and the plummet from February¬† (26th) this year. This is the trend on all my blogs, not just one. There’s something screwy going on. I am convinced that I have been sabotaged somewhere along the line.

I work hard to produce my blogs and when I see this, it shatters my confidence totally. I know I am not imagining things, it’s not because the world has suddenly lost its sense of humour (Nether Region is a humour blog), or that cooking and drinking have gone out of fashion; even this blog with 100++ visitors a day, now only gets a max of 30. Six of my blogs got 1,000+ visitors a month, now only 2 of them manage to scrape over the finish line. “There’s something rotten in Denmark,” (I didn’t pick the country, William Shakespeare did).

It’s like my blogs are invisible, with the exception of my regular visitors.

Second coffee down, time for lunch.

Later.

Oh, you put your fur on…

LixoSnooze

All is well in my world

I love the quizzical look on Lixo’s furry face when I get out of the shower. First he flees from the prospect of getting dripped on (he hates water), then he follows me to the bedroom and sits there watching me dry and put some clothes on. He studies me intently and then meows; I have translated that ‘meow’ to mean, “Oh good, you’ve put some fur on!”

Once I have my ‘fur’ on, he goes off to the sofa for a snooze, which he is doing now, happy in the knowledge that all is right in his world.

Last night during my lesson, I announced to my student that I should have pizza for dinner. It was my intention to ring-out for my favourite, bacon & mushroom.

What was left after dinner

What was left after dinner

After class, I went to the supermarket for some therapy shopping because I basically had nothing in the fridge. As I was passing the deli section I saw they had pizza bases, two for R$2.99… “Hmmm,” I thought to myself, got an open jar of mushrooms and some leftover bacon, “Hmmm,” I repeated. The pizza I had planned on was R$30.99, the prospect of a R$1.50 pizza base with left overs began to immediately appeal; simply add some mustard and ketchup to the base, cheese, tomato (also left over) and a generous sprinkle of oregano.

And, I have supper for tonight, reheated pizza leftover.

I didn’t have my roast pork yesterday as planned, it wasn’t quite thawed. But I will have it today, but I must go off to the sacol√£o (fruit & vege) to get some pumpkin, I have an urge to have roast pumpkin. So I am off as soon as I have finished waffling here.

Google is really stupid. I have my Google search set for English; after all it is my native language. Every time I open it, it asks me if I want Google in Portuguese. Now if Google was sooooo smart, it would have realised after more than a year that, “NO! I don’t want Google in Portuguese!”

Then you get things like this…

demotivational_posters_google_Its_another_stupid_post_P-s492x308-129093

Justin Bieber is one of the 50 top women on the web…

Smart, really damned smart… Google has got its algorithms in a twist.

That’s it! Off to the sacol√£o

Later.

 

I dreamed of this…

bacon_and_egg_pie

So I started with this…

mixflour

I eventually got this…

amye&b

and this…

amymess

and this…

amypie

Sorry the final result is out of focus, I usually take two shots to avoid this.

It tasted better than it looks. I made the pastry too dry to roll out properly and I couldn’t be bothered reworking it. Anyway, it’s not like I was cooking for anybody I wanted to impress. I didn’t glaze the top either.

That was Sunday lunch, Sunday supper was cold bacon and egg pie.

Ho hum, that was Sunday.

Guess what’s for lunch today?

If you guessed reheated leftover bacon and egg pie, you’re right – No prizes for the obvious.

Later.

Good Friday = Two Naps

bartjesusYes, for me a good Friday is one when I can justify and squeeze in not one, but two naps.

At 10am I was showered and smelled good. I had decided to go out.

I got to the other side of the park and had a quick chat with a neighbour and it began to rain.

Trip cancelled, home to bed for a nap.

I had planned to go to the plant shop, then the supermarket and the fish market, by the time all that was done there would have been a strong possibility I would have caved into the whim and gone to Brazeiro (BBQ restaurant for lunch).

Now that would have made it a great Friday.

But instead, I had to settle for a good Friday and the last two bread rolls with garlic butter (last Sunday’s leftovers) for breakfast.

Woke, read the news, none of it any good. Posted, read my emails, visited some blogs, then it began to rain… second nap while frozen lump of pork was boiling for lunch.

5pm, pork has boiled, I still haven’t had lunch… However, I am giving the idea a lot of thought. So is my belly.

Later.

Life is Leftovers

I need one of these on my keyboard

I need one of these on my keyboard

I woke at six, I prepared to blog.

The laundry lady came and she laundried, and left.

I had intended to go to the supermarket when she left, but I had her wash the shorts I wanted to use.

Deep procrastination set in despite the four cups of coffee I had had since I woke. Normally this would be enough to fortify through the most strenuous of days. I did the only sensible thing, I napped.

Having napped and still suffering from procrastination, I have decided that the supermarket can wait until tomorrow.

Bacon & mushroom, yum yum

Bacon & mushroom, yum yum

Last night, due to an empty¬† fridge, I ordered pizza. Bacon and mushroom with olives. I tried a new pizzaria (pizza parlour, for those who can’t figure out such complexities on a Sunday, and Americans), Della Massa, their leaflet came in the mail box. They had a web site, I chose my pizza and filled out the on-line purchase form and waited; and waited, and waited…. Finally, I was sick of waiting; I rang them… Oh we didn’t get your email order. I repeated it over the phone and I waited, and waited, and waited some more.

Nearly an hour passed, and on hearing a motorbike in the street (all these places use a motorbike for deliveries) I wandered to the gate despite him not tooting. There was the delivery guy outside the botequim lost; I had used the botequim as a reference point. One of the locals pointed at my gate. I got my pizza while complaining about the service, or at least the lack of it. The guy told me that someone had taken the computer home… Typically Brazilian, how do you expect to take email orders when you haven’t got a computer?

I ate half the pizza. There was a time when I would have demolished the lot and looked around for more, but age has taken its toll. Gluttony is not something that I would go to purgatory for, I just don’t have the capacity anymore. I could still get to purgatory for a bit of coveting, age hasn’t affected some things. Tatiana, my first Brazilian partner, nearly sent me there for a bit of coveting… she caught me ogling the girls as we walked downtown; I simply responded that she had nothing to worry about until I started ogling the guys. That settled the matter, it was never mentioned again.

So lunch today is leftover pizza. I was wondering if it would be considered debauchery if I had a nice wine with that.

Blogging right along….

There should be a Sunday Travel Tales later, that would depend on the toll taken by consuming a full bottle of wine. It is Sunday, after all.

No whirling dervishes were injured in this post.

%d bloggers like this: