Loading ...Last night I dreamt I sailed my yacht from Belize up the coast of mexico. It was a nice trip. I’m thinking it ain’t happenin’ anytime soon but hey, at least I can dream. Its not my ideal vacation anyway. My ideal vacation involves … well… eating. I want to go places where I can eat my favourite foods. And yes, I do like Mexican food, but I suppose I’ll need to get off the yacht for that.
Vietnam, Thailand, India - all must visits for my favourite eastern cuisines. Italy, France, Greece, Turkey. Mmmmmm… turkey. Even the name says food. Places NOT to go for a foodie vacation. England springs to mind. Having lived there at one time, I can honestly say that the best food in England is imported from elsewhere. British food is some of the worst in the world. Fish and chips from the local chip-shop are usually an abomination. A soggy piece of fish dipped in flavourless batter and fried in month-old lard. Mmmmm… tasty. Then there’s those deep-fried mars bars. A lot of Americans think they’re an urban legend. They’re not, okay. And they’re fried in the same grease as that soggy fish. Pork pies. I’m not even going to talk about pork pies. Okay, yes I am.
If you really want to give the contestants on Fear Factor something hideous to eat, forget the insects, the egg-sacs and the eyeballs. Give’em a pork pie, okay. Now I know how “pork pie” sounds. You’re probably thinking hot, tender slices of fresh roasted pork, smothered in gravy and baked in a nice flaky crust. No.. no thats not it. The ‘pork’ in question is a cold, mealy substance similar to spam, surrounded by a frigid, viscous layer of gelatin, nestled in the center of a card-board-esque ‘crust’, and I use the term loosely. The thought of putting such an abomination in my mouth was nausea inspiring, and I even used to get queasy watching my ex-housemate eat the horrors.
Stuff I did enjoy eating in England (yes there were a few things): Christmas pudding. I realise that the English often regard the Christmas pudding with the same jocular horror with which we Americans regard the fruitcake, but I quite liked the stuff. Especially with some warm custard poured over the top. Mmmmm… pudding. Gateau. I suppose the name would indicate that this extremely sweet, heavily frosted delicacy was at one time imported from France. Don’t care where it came from - it has cake in the middle of all that frothy goodness. Cake = a happy Che. Pastries from the local bakery. Are we sensing a trend here? Pies, cakes, puddings. Yeah, you got me.
The best place I’ve lived for food was New Orleans, of course. But it was the best place I’ve lived for just about anything. Except… hurricanes.
Moving onward from food, I have a new husband. His name is Cleto. Well… he may as well be my husband because he’s as annoying as one, and I’m stuck with him. Like a husband, he always wants affection at the wrong time. Like when I’m sleeping. Or working. Or peeing. And like a husband, when I want affection, he falls asleep. Like a husband, he eats with his mouth open and gets crumbs down the front of him. Like a husband, he doesn’t do any of the housework. Like a husband, he sometimes misses the toilet. And like a husband, he has annoying habits like that nose-whistle when he sleeps.
Firefox 2.0 is now out for your Firefox delectation. Unfortunately, I don’t recommend it. I’m probably going to uninstall my new install, and go back to 1.5. The new Firefox has its merits. Its faster than ever, and I like that, but I liked Firefox because it was a bare-bones application that I could customise to my own specifications. Now they’re adding doo-dads to the base-application and some of those doo-dads are not compatible with the extensions I know and love. Firefox has made its tabs more versatile. Great - but now it doesn’t work with Tab Mix Plus, so the tabs aren’t versatile enough for ME. In fact, many of my extensions and plugins no longer work. I suppose I’ll either have to wait until the plugins are updated to work with 2.0, or wait until firefox comes to their senses and realise that we like it because it is a lightweight, stable, customisable application. Come on Firefox - if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.
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I take it you got a good nights’ sleep there
Hey, have you ever had dutch stroopwafels? Just back from drinks with US John.. He asked me to stuff his return boxes with stroopwafels as they are a very well loved at Oregon State University…
They’re thin round 3″ cookies. Actually two thin waffles with sugar syrup and butter mix inbetween. Yum!
Woef!
Che, that is one odd dream. But interesting.
I am staying away from FF 2.0. Thanks for the warning. I have many add-ons on my FF 1.5 now, and I don’t want to have them disabled. I agree tha t the point of FF is that it is nimble and configurable, not annoying bloatware like Internet Evilsplorer.
Unlike husbands, it is hoped that Cleto will actually mature as he ages. He is but a boy now and that is something that must end as he grows older. Funny how that doesn’t often happen with husbands, eh?
Bas, I have had stroopwafels and they are absolutely awesome! I bet Che would love them. I certainly do! mmmmmmm…. stroopwafels… [drooling]
Sorry, but that thought kept lingering. Deep fried mars bars?! Do they really eat those in the UK?
Nice soggy runny calories.. Mmm.. Got to try that…
Nothing beats the English Scotch Egg. Breakfast too time consuming for you? Well, bread and batter up an egg, dip it in pork products and deep fry the sucker.
And now in New Jersey (as well as Massachusetts) Mojo and I can become ACTUAL husbands, instead of just Cleto like psuedo husbands with no legal merit.
There’s a clear lead to Scotland on the mars bar as well… I guess anything fried goes with the Scottish. It was just the mention of the same oil used for marsbars as haggis… (fried haggis.. doesn’t that explode or something?!)
Read about that New Jersey legislation Richard… Why can one start a war with a penstroke, but is honouring two people loving eachother so painfully slow?
I need a deep fried stroopwafel now…
Agreed Bas… good point re love and rockets.
I think that a deep fried Mars bar would be gross, but a deep fried stroopwafel, that would be divine!
Scotch eggs are both repellant and intriguing, but I wouldn’t recommend eating more than one or two per year. Or perhaps never.
I stand right now in Jackson Square surrounded by people. New Orleans is alive in a way that would surprise you. Earlier today I stood in front of Marie Leveau’s grave and I thought of Che. As New Orleans came back from the edge so will Che. I wish you could be here with me now as the jazz bands play and the church bells ring. It is beautiful.
I wish I were there with you. And if you happen to find yourself in the Faubourg Marigny, please drop by Gene’s on the corner of St Claude and Elysian Fields (big pink building) and if its still open for business, have a roast beef po-boy with gravy, swiss cheese, pickles and lettuce. And a coke. Eat it knowing that I ate there at least 3 days a week when I lived in the neighborhood. Eat it knowing that I love that place, with its run-down interior, its hostile cashier, its hidden slot machines, and its offer of cheap daquiris. And if its not still open - don’t tell me.
I will try to get over there. I am with a coworker who has never seen New Orleans and I think she is falling in love with the city. We sit now at Cafe Du Monde and it is crowded! We just saw a troup of vampire mimes attack a jazz wedding. I love this town! I am so happy to see it on the road to recovery!
I’m glad to hear its on the road to recovery. I can’t blame your coworker for falling in love. Have a cup of cafe for me, and watch out for those vampire mimes. (I was once accosted by a group of vikings and a man in bridal-wear so I know of what you speak…
I am at Gene’s and it has a huge sign saying “Now Open!” Your New Orleans is still here!
Oh my god, that made me cry!