Saturday, May 21, 2011
EAT MY ASS, AND MY BALLS
Anyway, the other night, Stephen decided to drop by mine for a bit so I could shave his head, since he's joining the army. Everyone thinks that's a joke. It took us two hours, pet hair clippers, and both of our best efforts, though he got it fixed up properly the next day at a proper place. Dun wanna leave ya hair too long aye mart, look luk a fuckin' poofter aye!
what is this shit
Today, after plans to watch Nathan play soccer fell through, Dannis and I decided to make moussaka, which is apparently the national dish of Greece. Neither of us knew what it was meant to taste like, or look like, or anything else for that matter, so we had no idea how this was going to turn out, though past endeavours, like cheese Pho, are solid proof that that's not an excuse to give up and just grab some gozleme for lunch instead. After taking a blurry photo of the recipe from a cooking magazine in Woolies, and deciding to skip out on some of the ingredients because we didn't want to pay for them (we didn't want to buy a whole shaker of nutmeg, so we used cumin instead. You can probably guess why), we headed off back home and just winged it. V good.
... Close enough, even though ours ended up basically as lasagne soup with raw potato slices in it.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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