April 4, 2007
The weather is picking up and so our attention is turning to outdoors cooking. We just went and bought a big shiny barbecue – charcoal fuelled of course, none of this gas malarkey for us – and we’re having a few chums round on Sunday afternoon for a flame-grilled feast.
First thing on the menu? Easy…HOT DOGS!
November 17, 2006
I’m sitting on the couch. Laptop on my lap. Beer in my hand. Bloggin’ on t’Internet.
April is sitting on the couch. Purse on her lap. TV remote in her hand. Watching Britain’s Next Top Model.
Eric is sitting on the ottoman. Hands on his lap. Nothing in his hand. Also, watching Britain’s Next Top Model.
Bongo is driving back from Preston. Nothing on his lap. Steering wheel in his hands (hopefully). Watching the road and talking to his pal, Tanya.
When Bongo and Tanya arrive we’re all heading out to the Blue Diamond for a chinky. Hurry up Bongo, we’re starving!
I’m thinking about what I’m going to order. I guess it’ll go something like this: Seaweed. Crispy duck pancakes with hoisin sauce. Salt and pepper king prawns with fried rice and plain fried noodles. April will share the appetizers and no doubt order deep fried crispy chicken in O.K. sauce.
HURRY UP BONGO, WE’RE STARVING!!!!!
August 2, 2006
Mark and I were just watching this show on BBC called “Seawatch” which basically showcased UK marine life and efforts to preserve endangered species. I learned that apparently sea scallops can only move to get away from predators. They can’t even move about to look for mates. I guess the scallop isn’t the sexiest form of marine life which explains why I’d never actually seen one in its shell – we’ve only ever crossed paths in pan seared format atop a bed of mixed greens with citrus glaze.
I should mention that I haven’t been feeling well today hence this post might actually not be as interesting as I think it is right now.