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Archive for January, 2009

Recipe for Mustard wine and cream sauce….. Take a quarter of a container of cream, struggle with the ring pull on the container to find the release mechanism and pull the rip cord, let the cream sky dive into a pre heated non-stick fry pan, let it bubble and gurgle for a few secs and [...]

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The ‘attitude of gratitude’ is one of those phrases that seems to have wedged in the popular culture of late, but sometimes it’s a hard thing to remember to do, almost as hard as taking out the garbage or doing last nights washing up. Why should it be a chore when it can bring such [...]

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Happy hour did once last for an hour- now it’s five ’til eight half price drinks.. all basic spirits $2 10 ’til 12. Glasses clink and bottles slam and the house is brought down. The young and the eager contrort in drinking matches, trying to out-do . The atmosphere surges and bubbles with tides of [...]

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I am studying, reading the pages of a text book that slips between fingertips, finger sliding down the page getting caught on sentences I have to read and re-read to comprehend. This is tough, tough as chewing a boiled toffee, sticky after a while but initially it’s just hard work. Melted butter and sugar sweet [...]

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Black and white tiles in an angled checker board pattern, a throw of echoes on the hard surface and the store front windows. Shoes clopping the twenty feet in from the street – to the Prahran Bazzar.  A step back in time, to antiquarian values and memorabilia. The air has a thick mugginess tinged with [...]

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Portugal apparently grows a majority of the cork used worldwide. This amazing fact was revealed to me on a Land Rover expedition to some back blocks of countryside near the hotel I was staying at on the Algarve coast. It takes twenty years for the stuff to grow like a fungus on the outside of [...]

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It should be a well worn path by now, I’ve done it so may times. The rough hewn cardboard packet of free range eggs that are tucked in just above the microwave, those spherical packages of protein with there near smooth bodies and occasional blips and smudges of extended shell are like sandpaper under my [...]

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Swelling purple and black, the globes have furry pockets that serate into each other like miniature dimpled dark soccer balls. The taste is patchworked underneath and shoots a goal across my tongue. Inside my mouth a blackberry is a deflated football, soft and expired but plump and juicy . The wash of tart taste is [...]

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The tuck-de-tuck of the wheels over the joins in the track – heading for Berlin on the express from Prague- traveling alongside a river that looks as if it has not been cared about for centuries; discarded papers and wrappers and abandoned vehicles. It’s allocated seating – six to a cabin, she comes back with [...]

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The underpass at St.Kiilda junction, small tunnels and an echoey walkway between places smelling of urine and spilt alcohol, tiles that have been freely painted over by wall art Picassos. It’s coldish here even when the road is baking at 40 degrees this little oasis beneath St.Kilda road is a haven.  Over head trams rumble [...]

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