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Saturday 18 June 2016
One more sleep!
Today's observations:
1. It is the day before I go to Bali.
2. I needed a haircut
3. Fiona is a wonderful cat sitter!
4. Daph is fat.
5. There is no such thing as 'pulled chicken' (more about this later)
6. Everyone is going to Bali tomorrow (The lady in the Chemist was telling everyone she was going to Bali tomorrow - but then again, I told everyone I met at the hairdressers I was going to Bali tomorrow.)
7. Bali may be full of Melbournites tomorrow.
8. It's cold
9. I have horrible hair
10. No one knows how to cut curly hair. If you know someone who does - give me their number.
Now, onto the 'Pulled Chicken'.
The latest craze in Melbourne is 'pulled' everything; pulled pork, pulled beef, pulled lamb. Presumably it means the meat is slow cooked until it pulls easily off the bone.
So there I was at cafe in Greensborough Plaza thinking "Hmmm... that calzone looks good, but I'm not sure about the title 'Pulled Chicken'. My experience of chicken is that you cook it and it falls off the bone within about 30 mins anything beyond that is just creating extra greenhouse gasses. So I thought... this is a lot bollocks... but it still looked yum. I asked for the chicken calzone because I couldn't bring myself to say 'pulled chicken'. The guy said, "the PULLED chicken?" I said, "Yeah, that one." Pointing.
Pulled chicken.
Pshaw!
1. It is the day before I go to Bali.
2. I needed a haircut
3. Fiona is a wonderful cat sitter!
4. Daph is fat.
5. There is no such thing as 'pulled chicken' (more about this later)
6. Everyone is going to Bali tomorrow (The lady in the Chemist was telling everyone she was going to Bali tomorrow - but then again, I told everyone I met at the hairdressers I was going to Bali tomorrow.)
7. Bali may be full of Melbournites tomorrow.
8. It's cold
9. I have horrible hair
10. No one knows how to cut curly hair. If you know someone who does - give me their number.
Now, onto the 'Pulled Chicken'.
The latest craze in Melbourne is 'pulled' everything; pulled pork, pulled beef, pulled lamb. Presumably it means the meat is slow cooked until it pulls easily off the bone.
So there I was at cafe in Greensborough Plaza thinking "Hmmm... that calzone looks good, but I'm not sure about the title 'Pulled Chicken'. My experience of chicken is that you cook it and it falls off the bone within about 30 mins anything beyond that is just creating extra greenhouse gasses. So I thought... this is a lot bollocks... but it still looked yum. I asked for the chicken calzone because I couldn't bring myself to say 'pulled chicken'. The guy said, "the PULLED chicken?" I said, "Yeah, that one." Pointing.
Pulled chicken.
Pshaw!
Sunday 12 June 2016
Dinner with artists.
Dan made the lovely lamp Max purchased in the photo below.
We had a beautiful roast dinner and the topics of conversation included:
Tarraleah is a Tasmanian town for sale.... we discussed whether we can afford the 8 million AU$.
Dead animals from the recent flood.
Cats.
Sunday roast and feeding those who have been affected by the flood.
The shooting in Florida.
Max went to pick up a trailer so she can take home a couch she bought from a "french woman".
Bali.
Cats (Mac in particular the dark chap on the couch below)
Water colours and learning how to use them.
Art prizes
Standing on one leg classes
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