I'd like to be 85kg before I go to Perris in May. As a personal trainer once said - "you can't outrun a bad diet" so this is perhaps a start.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
Monday, October 26, 2015
Saturday, October 3, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
I've got to thinking about water recently.
The essence of life.
Growing up in Adelaide in the 1970s it was fair sport to complain about the water. "Adelaide tap water" was an epithet my dad used regularly.
But times move on. The days of runninh a bath that has a brown tinge and an earthy smell. Gone. And our water is safe to drink. At 0.4 cents per litre.
There's a far higher chance of getting poisoned out of a rainwater tank.
Sure, by comparison, Melbourne water or spring water are sweet, sweet life. But where ours costs a maximum of $3.84 per kilolitre.
The sweet sweet life you see below costs about $640 per kilolitre.
Adelaide water is pretty damn good.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
I swear that the reason pork sells so badly is because of a thing called "boar taint".
By the time a male pig gets to a certain age, his hormones make the meat such that it stinks - almost like it has gone off.
It takes a strong stomach to get through that and most people just say "yuk! I don't like pork"
But I've gotten past that. Sweet pork loin chops are a special thing. I bought some rind just today to make a plate of crackling
Bup bowww. I got most of the way through cooking it but just can't stand any more. It's disgusting. I'm sure it's boar taint.
Seems like the dog has had a win tonight. And Coles might need to think better about their suppliers.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Friday, July 24, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Saturday, July 18, 2015
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Thursday, June 18, 2015
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
I did a vertical (residual sugar) tasting on Riesling recently. I loved the drier ones but thes two (16 and 25 g/l) were just not for me.
I rwcognise that they are brilliant, complex wines. But..
They can only sit in the fridge for so long before I drink them or tip them. Sorry about that.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
I planted these trees about 23 years ago. I find the garden provides my best metaphors. The sunburst on the right is rangy, takes up lots of sunlight and needs to be cut back - hard - every few years.
The golden elm has never needed to be pruned but has simply taken what it'll get. Still a majestic tree the golden elm has allowed the dominant sunburst the centre and has still grown tall and beautiful.
Nature finds a way.
This touches something deep in side of me. I believed that this was what a poached egg was until in a high school home economics class I was told just just to boil some water and crack an egg into it.
No. But yes. I suppose that is poaching.
I got a coddled egg kit from mum's estate a few months ago and thanks to my three lovely chooks I have been able to do this on a regular basis. The Tabasco sauce a recent addition.
Monday, February 9, 2015
My friend Paul gave me a seedling last June. It's either the Bhut Jolokia or the Trinidad Scorpion. Either 1,000,000 Scoville points or 1,500,000. Hot, given that a Jalapeño is either 5,000 or 50,000 (Paul and myself don't agree on that).
But hot. And it made for some hot taco mix.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Friday, February 6, 2015
Right. So you self seedwd in my driveway five years ago. Since then I grafted a set of donout peaches onto you and espaliered you up my driveway, bearing fruit.
I grafted Nonno Guiseppe's favourite peach onto you two years ago and you have fruit ripening.
Hey! Self seeded peach in my driveway. If you're unhappy I'm sorry, but you weren't doing much with that good rootstock.
Monday, February 2, 2015
I gave the Brugmansia to Nana about ten years ago. Both Nana and my Mum are dead.
As we're clearing up Mum's place - where Nana lived for a while - I came to remember when I gave it to Nana.
First of all, it's a pig of a plant. It won't die and will just get long and rangy. Its flowers are nice enough, but everything about the plant is poisonous in some way. I offered some cuttings to my father in law and once I knew what I was talking about he promptly and politely declined.
But Nana liked the plants and I did at the time. When I gave it to her I reminded her that the Angel's Trumpet is unpopular because some people might boil up the flowers for their drug effects and some kids have died.
Nana shrugged. If people are stupid enough to do that why is it my fault. I call it the Darwin plant. Just another element in the process of natural selection.