ten days, in fact, since i last posted to this blog. i intend to resist the temptation to catalogue the events that have transpired in my so-called life in the intervening period under subheadings in what can only be described as the anal fashion i did so in my last post. these events included, but were not limited to, le bop swing dancing class @ the space (on chapel but off chapel but on chapel), more tennis workouts @ melbourne park, more funk last tuesday (as well as more tequilla shots and a particularly potent frangelico cake that resembled tira misu), a convincing loss in competition tennis, a 500g new york cut of eye fillet cooked medium rare @ charcoal grill on the hill in kew, a new pair of sunglasses (broke the armani's replaced with the far more affordable bolle - fear not, my frames are the only fashionable aspect of my persona), and a successful attempt at cooking my specialty dish - orange souffles for the family. which, while revealing nothing of a personal nature, politely brings us to yesterday. those of you who wish to read between the lines, where, as a friend pointed out, all the interesting stuff happens, will have to ask jane (further evidence of her existence shall be forthcoming, once i master more of this online abode).
suffice to say, amid generally interrupted sleeping patterns, it occurred to me that i wanted to make brownies. thankfully found a recipe in stephanie alexander's cooks companion (home to my bolognese, mango salsa and lemon delicious pudding recipes - all successes) which required 200g of dark bittersweet chocolate. i sourced this from a coffee and chocolate shop in whitehorse road, balwyn that i patronise once a year when making my tira misu for christmas (from a recipe in bill marchetti's Latin cookbook) at a cost of 8 dollars which a friend later pointed out was half liberia's deficit. to which i replied "do liberia make chocolate? maybe they should get in the game." in fact, the shop attendant who remembered me from my previous cooking adventures (the tira misu also requires double strong espresso coffee and she had quite kindly and patiently explained to me the difference between a dripilator and a perculator once), was suprised i was using such good chocolate for brownies. i told her i thought all chocolate was good which she sternly advised me is apparently not the case. the brownie endeavour, however, did not turn out as successfully as the souffles. undeterred, in intend to consume the remnants and try again. despite all of this unnecessary detail, tuesday was not wholly occupied by baking.
the usual suspects went along to a bar in northcote called terra firma last night for a trivia night called quiz versus. the incentive being that dr nick, who was kind enough to add a comment to a previous post, and i had attended said venue one month ago and won ourselves a $50 drink card for our efforts, the theme of the quiz on that occasion being booze. accordingly, the two of us had chosen our team name to be cliff and norm (in honour of the barflies from cheers, one of whom later went on to voice mr potato head in the toy story movies). the theme last night, when nick and i were fortunate enough to have attracted company (something about the promise of free alcohol), was scandal and so we named ourselves "the bennifers". the result? we came second (we're considerate lovers) losing out by half a point to the divine browns. our reward? a copy of pam and tommy lee's home video on dvd. if anyone wishes to challenge our ascendency, and stand between us and porn, we'll be back in two weeks on june 14 when the theme will be the sixties. see you there, punks!
