My pal Dylan over at Sourdough Monkey Wrangler tagged me a for meme that requires five sordid facts about myself. He also said he didn’t know if I would have time to complete it. Sounds like fighting words to me, folks. Read the rest of this entry »
I hate words. There are currently too many words in my life and yet not enough words. In one month and twenty four days, or 7.43 weeks, or 54 days, or 1296 hours, my dissertation is due. Of the 15,000 word limit, I have 5,000 written. Excuse me while I clean up the mess I just made on the floor. It hurts to think, let alone write blogs that are so old they could each have illegitimate children by now. So to catch up, my next couple of posts will have a few more pictures and a few less words. This is not a permanent change. Words?just?hurt. One of my favorite procrastination techniques is to throw all my energy into something random that makes me happy. In this case it was those adorable little tiny bananas called ladyfingers that I can buy in Australia. Miniature items= major adorableness. Even if you put a bundle full of 6 week old kittens in a field of flowers and crawling babies with bunny rabbits, wrapped it all in a fluffy, warm blanket and topped it off with a few puppies playing tug of war with a red checkered cloth, tiny bananas would still kick their asses in the cuteness department. So enjoy. *****************************************
What? A New Years Eve post in March? Damn that bitch be crazy! Yup. A regular blogging rebel. There is always so much pressure for New Years Eve. You have to go out, have to get trashed, have to have a memorable night so everyone admires you and thinks, gee, (name inserted here) sure has their life together. After all, they had a great NYE!! Read the rest of this entry »
One day at the Central Market, I saw a cornbread muffin filled with ricotta and pesto. It stopped me in my tracks. It was like the other 500 people in the market suddenly disappeared, and there was just me and this muffin. Read the rest of this entry »
This is one of the many crazy fruits I can find at the farm stands in the Central Market. This is a dragon fruit, and their bright magenta and green colors always catch my eye. The inside is white with black seeds, and it has the texture of kiwi. But it tastes quite bland, just slightly sweet. It has a sort of indistinguishable flavor. Oh, and just a warning. There was actually no dragon on the inside of this fruit at all. Liars.
According to the net, this is also called pitaya, and is popular in Mexico, Central and South America, as well as Southeast Asian countries, which is probably where mine came from. The fruit actually comes from a few different species of cactus. To eat, chill the fruit, then slice in half and scoop out the insides. Oh, and just a warning?it may turn your pee colors. Could be a plus if you like peeing your name into the snow. I?m just saying. ~LTG
***Let me just start out by saying, I had not planned to write this much, especially while working on my dissertion. I just can’t shut up. It’s a disease, people.*** My friend Matt was the first person to actually visit my partner and I in Australia, so we were heaps excited to show him a good time. Matt is a former chef and current food lover, so of course, I had to show him that South Australia could roll with the big boys. Lets be honest. Matt is from Nebraska. The ?big boys? are a TGIFridays and the Buffalo Wild Wings outside of the Super Walmart. But still, I dig the guy culinarily speaking, so I wanted to show him a good time. Read the rest of this entry »
I am an Indian without a mango chutney recipe. And like a Mexican who can?t make tamales, an Aussie who hates to drink, or George Bush in the White House, it just feels wrong. Read the rest of this entry »
Warning: Mass consumption of especially delicious curry may cause excessive bloating, slowed reflexes and an uncontrollable desire to cuddle with slightly obese kittens. ~LTG
You can?t always get what you want. You can?t always get what you want?
I am a surf goddess. At least, that is what I want you to think when you see this picture. I think I pull off the look quite well. But as I have learned many times in Australia, luck can be a fickle mistress, sometimes bestowing you with treasures beyond your wildest dreams, and at other times, getting your hopes up only to let you down at the last minute. In my two experiences surfing, my luck has mainly fallen in the latter category. Read the rest of this entry »
Hey there, remember me? Brown girl, cute, a bit too interested in food? Yup, I?m still alive, but just barely. In 13 days, my 15,000 word dissertation on food blogs is due. In 17 days, I move back to Chicago from Adelaide, South Australia. I also happen to have less focus than a meer cat on meth. But hey, at least I still have an appetite. Read the rest of this entry »
Anyone got a spare two thousand words? The old dissertation is looking a bit skinny at the moment, and after six straight months working on one paper, I have to be honest–I have nothing left to say. I’m spent. Over it. Done. And yet it is still here, demanding words from me that I don’t have like a nagging housewife. I am married to my freaking dissertation…and I think it is time to start seeing other papers. Read the rest of this entry »
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