I keep thinking back to the time in the '90s when my friend and I made a day trip to Tauranga. We stopped off at her grandparents place and they insisted we stayed for dinner. Dinner was fish with white sauce, boiled potatoes, peas and carrots, followed by rock hard vanilla ice cream and canned fruit salad for dessert. It was like the food was trying really hard to barely exist.
I don't have any cinematic memories of amazing cooking from my grandparents. When my grandma got older, she started boiling the crap out of vegetables and relying heavily on Maggi packets. My mum still makes a Grandma recipe called "Chinese beef and beans", which I think is "Chinese" because it has soya sauce in it.
Meat and three veg is my heritage, but one that I'm not especially wanting to cling onto.
This is interesting. The last of my grandparents to die, my maternal grandmother, became a really rubbish cook in her latter years. She started boiling the crap out of vegetables and relying on Maggi packets. But yet Mum has various recipes from earlier that are ok.
Nothing with garlic or chillis, though. That's outrageous!
In my town, the council recently published draft guidelines on where legal highs could be sold. The law prohibits them being sold in any dairies, service stations, or anywhere liquor can be sold. The council had also decided that it would be the main street only and nowhere within 50m of a community facility (e.g. the town hall, childcare centre, community house). So with all those restrictions, it left only a gift shop and a sewing machine repair business that could legally sell legal highs. And I don't think either have any interest in doing so.
It's very gender subversive to give a huge piece of boring machinery a female name. Do they call the tunnel Fred?
There's something to be said for butter chicken. For many New Zealanders, it's their first Indian experience. It has a safe English name involving two ordinary Pakeha ingredients and serves as a delicious introduction to the world of curry. A gateway drug!
Wellington's Malaysian curry houses must be mentioned! That's easily one of my favourite things about Wellington. I took my brother, who was living in Malaysia at the time, to one place. He confirmed it was about as authentic as you'd get in Malaysia - only it cost a lot more, compared to the home country! Beef rendang FTW.
If I go to make a donation (Paypal) - I end up appearing to donate to something called "dubwise". This does not look very legit to me!!!
Don't worry - that's the correct account. You'll note the contact email address for the Paypal account is Russell's email.
I ain't got no money, honey, but I figure I could spare a little for one of my favourite blogs.
And honestly, anything that gets us closer to the food blog can only be a good thing.
Nine months pregnant with the first child, in our first house.
I love this photo! It is so full of joy and awesomeness – and it’s refreshing to see a pregnant woman photographed from that angle. <3
Some people feel that it perpetuates gender stereotypes about the way men and women relate to music.
I'll tell you what - a few months ago I got rid of all my CDs. By that stage I'd already ditched the jewel cases and had them in CD folders. One afternoon I was in the middle of alphabetising them when I realised that I never actually played them and I couldn't be bothered alphabetising them, so I just put them in the rubbish. Liberation! Somewhere in the garage is a box of vinyl, none of it played since about 2000. I couldn't biff it though. It'll go on Trade Me, once I can be bothered.
Ok, my tunage for this week:
1. "Dancin' on the D" by Lil Freckles
If you saw the latest episode of Girls, you would have heard this performed in the nightclub. It's a summer jam, a girly hip hop ode to being a fly young chick and having lots of sex. It makes me wish I was 24 or something. NSFW if you were planning on playing it out loud?
2. "Hero" by Frank Ocean, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon, Diplo
Brought together by the corporate overlord Converse, it is nonetheless a dope track with lush guitar from the Clash dudes, dreamy production from Diplo, cool from Frank Ocean and a children's choir that does not suck.
I read somewhere that "top X" lists are more enticing when it's an odd number of items. A top 10 sounds too neat, like surely there's been at least one good one left off. If it's, say, a top 11, then it seems like it's a definitive best-of list.