whattaweekend
I am resting my poor old body in bed after a weekend filled with activity and laughter, tears and sadness… [cues sons and daughters themesong music]. Nah it was OK. I certainly had a few highs, and some lows this weekend, friend and family wise.
Friday I went out after work for dinner and movies with J. We watched Transformers. Now I am going to do two reviews.
For those who have an active inner child: TOTALLY AWESOME, LOVED THE GRAPHICS, TOTALLY FUNNY AWKWARD TEENAGE MOMENTS BLENDED IN WITH SOME AMAZING BLAMBLAM BLASTER AND EXPLOSIONS STUFF!!!
For those who have a sophisticated Margo Pomeranz and Dave Stratton style palate: “Completely awful, who remembers that scene in American Pie when the character is caught in the kitchen bonking an apple pie, and having one of those discussions with his father and the mutilated pie on the table? Cue the scene with this kid’s parents and talking about Masturbation. ”
J wanted to walk out of the movie, but I and my inner child were suitably entertained with the cool graphics and explosions.
Saturday: wake up, have shower, cook lunch - and that’s where things went bad. It appears as though mum has a right handed spatula (with some weird curve in it) because I couldn’t use it with my left or my right hand ( I am left handed). Mum was watching me mutilate this piece of fish and laughing her ass off at me. So, finish mutilating the fish, and start making all the lunches for this week.
This involved making breadcrumbs. MAKING them.
me: Why can’t we buy them like other people do mum?
mum: because there’s no love or reward in it
me: %$@^%& ok.
so bread was crumbed, potato mashed, parsley and onion chopped, eggs, tuna, mixed in and voila patty mix. Awesome, now I gotta go to the shops, I need an outfit for the ATA awards.
Got my outfit, raced home.
mum: you didn’t cover the mix in the fridge
me: you didn’t ask me to.
mum: $%#^@%@ ok
Get dressed and run off to the awards, yay team, don’t get drunk but have a great time with friends catching up, and eventually get home after midnight. Mum get’s up and we watch an old movie together called 36 hours. I toddled off to bed at 4am.
Sunday - work rings, i confirm stuff, hang up and then try and snooze. Mum knocks on the door at 11am.
mum: are you awake?
me: I am now
mum: oh good, i need some help in the kitchen
me: %^$%!@#$ ok.
My sister then turns up, and I am enslaved in the kitchen all afternoon during her visit whilst dad sits on his ass in the lounge room. I make dinner (beef casserole) diced beef, potato, carrots, capsicum, some red wine, tomatoes, onions, garlic, brew for several hours and serve. Also made beef rissoles with sundried tomatoes. So I have started learning how to cook some traditional meals. I will have to do this all again next weekend with the cooking. *sigh*
There is a frustrating factor, and that is dad is a typical old fashioned male, and I am not used to cooking this much for anyone else, let alone myself. Good experience for me I guess.
July 9th, 2007 at 4:49 pm
Actually, David and Margaret gave it 7 stars between them I think.
July 9th, 2007 at 10:18 pm
lol
i know they may have rated it, but the way my mate thought, she sounded like David having a bad day
July 10th, 2007 at 7:56 pm
The joys of living with parentals.
No love or reward in buying breadcrumbs? Sounds like something my stingy late great Aunt Ina would say.
There is plenty of reward!! You’re not spending an age beating bread to make breadcrumbs!
In saying that, my late great aunty Ina made the best home made sausage rolls…ever!
-F-
July 10th, 2007 at 10:45 pm
that will be the next challenge i think.
how to make sausage rolls
July 12th, 2007 at 12:06 pm
do not make the puff pastry from scratch.
It will only serve for failure.
There are two outcomes here
1. That if you do it successfully, you should have been a pastry chef and you have wasted your life OR you should just quit any professionala ambition you had and become mother of 5 like all the other 1950’s puff pastry making woman of the 50’s did.
2. You will fail because puff pastry is extremely hard to make successful. After HOURS of beating flour, water and litres of butter to get something that resembles pastry and then to not have it work out properly is soul destroying.
Spend the $3.30 and preserve your dignity.
Please of love and reward in that!
You keep this up, I might have to buy you a Country Womens Association cookbook/manual. (in the event your mother does not her own copy of the ultimate Australian Kitchen Bible that you’re allowed to read with clean fingers) Hell of a read. The first chapter is how to work out the catering for a country morning wedding.
-F-
July 12th, 2007 at 10:15 pm
ok..
well. not planning for a country wedding just yet
might get you to cater for me eh?