I meant to post this on Monday, 3 May, but while I was cooking, the insane need to pee immediately gripped me and as I was undoing my pants, my phone fell out of my back pocket into the toilet bowl My need to pee evaporated instantly, and all I could think of was crap, crap, CRAP!!! (no pun intended!) and then silently thanked the cleaning gods that drive me to bleach the loo every second day. At least I didn’t have to fish it out of the bowl with my hands. Needless to say, I tossed the tongs away. Next my brain said get the phone into rice straight away to give it a fighting chance at surviving the water that was slowly infiltrating its innards. Thank the Pope a colleague gifted me a bag last month. Somehow I don’t think she or I thought that an expensive bag of brown basmati rice was going to end up in a plastic Tupperware trying to dry out a phone. Why don’t the cellphone manufacturers make water resistant handsets? Because, from what I’ve heard, cellphones and toilet bowls seem to have an affinity for one another. Next I went to Elizabeth’s house, panic stricken, and tried to dry the phone with the hairdryer on a low heat, and then it went to Chante, whose sister repairs phones. My phone’s board is okay, but the screen needs to be replaced. I don’t have the money for it now, but fortunately Elizabeth has lent me a phone in the meantime. Anyhow, the intended post follows…Continue reading
I’ve been a bit quiet, I know. I’ve not felt much like anything save for drinking copious amounts of coffee and sleeping.
Level 5 is over (for now). Friday morning saw the majority of the population out in the streets to exercise between the 06h00 and 09h00. I’m not sure if the virus is on a sabbatical between those hours, or if it is the COVID-19 happy hour. Photos on social media show that the social distancing that we worked so hard to maintain literally walked, jogged and cycled right out the window.Continue reading
“Everything you see I owe to spaghetti.” – Sophia Loren
In our case (that’s Eleanor and I), it was gnocchi…
Contrary to popular belief, I love cooking, and for the most part (barring one night I served a burnt offering to Charlie), I do it well. The reason I don’t cook often is because I don’t have a proper stove. I have a mini-kitchen, which is two plates and a small oven, which doesn’t heat evenly at the best of times.
Last night though, I outdid myself. Nathan was away from home yesterday for work, so I told Eleanor I’d cook for her, if she saw to the boys. I gave her a choice: Moroccan or Italian. She opted for the latter.
Granted, I didn’t make everything from scratch, and know that traditional Italian pasta sauce is usually tomato-based, but I do love bacon and cream and I had to factor in the time of preparing everything, in an unfamiliar kitchen. I did make up for everything non-Italian with a bottle of imported Prosecco of which I had a taste.
The menu was as follows:
Salami, Pastrami, Ham, Blackberries, Raspberries, Almonds, Pears, Mozzarella, Gorgonzola, Cheddar, Bread sticks, Yoghurt & Caramelized Onion Dip, Salmon & Feta Terrine, and Tomato & Olive Bruschetta
Main Course (Primo Piatto)
Gnocchi with Butternut and Peas, served in a Bacon & Cheese Sauce from this blog
Chocolate Mousse with Raspberries (which I concede isn’t authentic Italian, but I couldn’t find Tiramisu or Panna Cotta anywhere).
Cappuccino with Chocolate, Cranberry & Almond Biscotti
All in all, I think I fared well. Eleanor was pleasantly surprised, and we had a lovely evening, just us girls.
We decided that travelling round the world, right at the dinner table will become a regular thing. Here’s to the next destination! Any suggestions?