I would like to officially introduce everyone to my little bundle of joy and scratching, Nugget (as in Chicken Nuggets). She?s 9 weeks old, adorable, and frequently ends up strangling herself in our vertical blinds. Yup. We picked a bright one! Read the rest of this entry »
It?s funny how little you think of the small things that make you happy until you move out of the country. For me, obviously, its food and drinks. Therefore when I finally hunted down this little gem, I was pretty freaking stoked. Like just won the lottery sort of stoked. It was THAT good. I?ve seen it before, but most cans of American soda that aren?t typically sold over here sell for like, $5 -6 each. These, thankfully, were a bit more affordable.. Nothing is better than a frothy root beer poured over ice (preferably crushed), or better yet, with some ice cream!
My partner in chunk Lynsi once created a root beer hollandaise in culinary school I?ve been thinking about a lot lately. Now, thanks to a random Asian store in Adelaide, this dream may actually become a reality. I dig the beer of roots. ~LTG
This is a picture of my partner at his greatest?he wanted to check his email before we went out to dinner, and this is what he looked like. I love how crazy he is– he always keeps me laughing! I was originally going to use this picture for a post on how much I love this man, but we had a bit of a scare this morning. Adam was taking a shower and I was in the kitchen. I heard the sound of glass shattering and a loud ?fuck!? We have a glass door and a large glass shelf in the shower and noise was quite loud, so I dashed into the bathroom to see if he was okay. Read the rest of this entry »
I have a job! I have no clue why I am ecstatic about that, considering all my free time and homework/essay writing time will be taken up by said job, but hey, its money, and good money at that, so lemme get a woot woot! I will be working at an exotic, glamorous…sandwich shop! Exactly what I wanted time wise, no nights or weekends, something to do with food so I know I will get fed on the job, and no McDonald’s. Score. It is actually a cute little place and stays quite busy, which is nice. Nothing worse than sitting around doing nothing at work. But it’s tough. I may seem to have a hard exterior, but underneath it all, I am a little fluffy fragile kitten who gets stressed when she has to walk to the other side of the apartment to retrieve something, so we’ll see how this whole “working on my feet doing physical stuff” works out. But they are starting me right away, and paying me more than when I worked as a receptionist/office bitch for one of the top real estate management firms in Chicago. Take that, corporate America! And I am happy to report that my “lack of culinary skills” that another sandwich shop owner felt I had kicked major ass at my first day of work. So he can take his toasted foccacia chicken sammy, sit and spin. I am a sandwich artist. No autographs, please. ~LTG
I was so stoked that Tom the Chive Plant is alive and thriving and quite delicious, I might add, I decided to try my luck with another plant. Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Steve.
Steve is a thyme plant. He is hardy, doesn?t need much water or sun light and will still grow like crazy. Practically Leena-proof. Sweet. I?m a little worried about Tom, though. I think he may be jealous. I woke up the day after I brought Steve home, and there were some cut marks on Steve?s pot. Yeah. Tom?s a little ghetto. ~LTG
This is post is mainly for Stud, but also for those other Yanks who do not understand my new terminology. In Australia, everyone refers to their significant other as their “partner”. In America, if you speak of your “partner”, you are typically talking about your significant other who is also the same sex as you. It was explained to me shortly after arriving in the land of Oz that every refers to their significant others, whether they are boyfriends, girlfriends, wives/husbands, or just their bit on the side as partners. The purpose is to show to the world that gay relationships are the same as straight relationships and therefore can use the same terminology. At first, I thought it was silly. But then I noticed everyone using it, even my teacher at school! And it makes sense. Why should we have a separate terminology for gay relationships? I am a huge proponent of gay marraige, and if in some small way me using the term partner is going to show the George Bushs of the world that gay is a-ok, I’m game. Now, please allow me to point out that I am not gay, although there are many times that I feel like I am gay man trapped inside of a woman’s body, except for the whole sex part. It is safe to say that I am quite a fag hag, and I am proud of it (miss you, Mike and Bobby!). I am also a leader/sheep. I dig leading the pack most of the time, but part of me will always be fond of following the herd. And right now, I’m a sheep. So baaaaaa, baby. Get used to it. Partner is now a new part of my vocab, and I plan on keeping it, damn it. ~LTG
So….Sherman didn’t quite make it. But in all fairness, he lasted just as long as the lady at the market said he would…she only gave him until April, and he didn’t poop out until a day or two ago. I know what you’re thinking. Murderer. Good thing I subscribe to the “buying new things to replace dead ones make me feel better” club. Meet Tom. Tom is a chive plant. He is supposed to last for a few months, so this will be a better gage of how responsible I can be. Maybe.
Tom is simple. He’s not complicated, like a basil plant. Even his name is simple. He is already grown, and just wants to be eaten. Sounds like a match made in heaven to me. In fact, let?s just pretend Sherman never existed. It’s better that way. I wouldn’t want Tom getting jealous, especially since he has Sherman’s old pot. Plus, I’ve got some smoked salmon and cream cheese that are just DYING to meet up with Tom! ~LTG
If my posting seems sporadic, that?s because I am drowning in a sea of tandoori oven research. School just let out for a two week Easter break, and I have a 3,000 word essay on how other cultures have influenced the tandoor oven in Northern India due April 13th, and another 800 word essay due Tuesday. And I seem to have a knack for picking topics that are pretty hard to research. Lucky me. The Gastronomy research librarian LOVES me! One class down, three more to go?and an unbelievably LONG dissertation. But I promise to treat this blog like the fine dame that it is and give it the sweet sweet loving it deserves. Don?t worry, I?ll be gentle 
~LTG
Only in Australia, folks. And perhaps Southern Illinois. ~LTG
Ah, the Outback. Full of sand, kangaroos and some of the most spectacular mountain ranges in the world. Sadly, my only experience with the Outback prior to moving to Australia came in the form of the eponymous chain steakhouse in the United States and the Crocodile Dundee movies. So unless the Outback was made entirely of big steaks and bigger knives, I was in for a surprise. Read the rest of this entry »
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