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(mainly due to delirium tremors brought on by festive excess!)
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Although the video is ample in displaying what happened last night at H & T’s (as well as being a portfolio of my editing skills, pls contact me for more details) I will give you a run down on what we shoved in where.
Shipped in by the dinner party attendants: cured meats, penis wotsits, ‘dip’, olives, kettle crisps – talk about posh! We put these in our mouths.
Cheeky Stew of COW CHEEK, root veg and herby dumplings. Although H nonchalantly described the stew as easy and cheap, it certainly didn’t taste like it. The flavour was COMPLEX and RICH! We put this down our pants.
Lemon Polenta Cake, H ‘smashed it’ as they say. She stabbed the cake a million times over before dribbling lemon over it. We ran this through our hair.
Rappers Drink It
Pulled with pork and revved up on Doom Bar and pickle liquor, we found ourselves standing in a corner-store liquor shoppe looking at an array of multi-coloured bottles of Alizé with a feeling somewhere between giddiness and delirium.
Justyna had been repeatedly saying “Schnapps.” all the way home, but what she really meant was ROSE FLAVOURED ALIZE! So that’s what the fuck we did.
Back at Fluffton lodge we decided to have a small nightcap and ease out of Friday night. We filled glasses with ice, spilled out the Alizé and…realized it was actually pretty gross. It looked like a kids party and tasted like fruit flavoured antibiotics for children (that’ll be the alcohol). But that didn’t stop us from polishing off the entire bottle while watching a Britney Spears reality show from 2005!
Justyna complained at it’s synthetic taste, but enjoyed the ‘buzz’ slurring ‘I actually really enjoy this’ - she to this day does not know what she meant by that…
Alizé and Britné: I wouldn’t recommend it, but I wouldn’t take a second of it back.
We also had a few Forerro Roshays to ramp up the ‘R n B’ lifestyle we were cultivating…culminating in not feeling too bad the next day…but not feeling too smart either…
Nothing says date night like PULLED PORK!
The working week is done and we hopped down to our favourite BBQ joint Bodean’s. It’s not customary that I hang around where I work after hours, but I can make an exception for Bodean’s. Plus it’s on Poland street which, in a simplistic way, makes me happy as I am half Polish and Robert is a quarter. I win…a cabbage…ooh I went there!
Anyway Friday nights are hectic here, we debated eating in the deli upstairs rather than waiting for a place downstairs in the restaurant, but we couldn’t get what we’d come for there: A PULLED PORK BURRITO! Plus we had a whiny american couple sitting next to us referring to sandwiches as “sammies” which made me feel nauseous. So we booked a table downstairs, they’d text us when it was free.
We strolled down P-street looking for a watering hole. Like every pub in Soho, humans were spilling out on the streets. I hate drinking standing up, it’s not natural. We stumbled upon a charming bears pub called the Kings Arms. It wasn’t rammed, they were blasting all the best pop hits and had Doom Bar on tap.
We got summoned by text by Bodeans more or less the moment we settled down upstairs at the Kings Arms, so downed our doom and literally ran back to Bodean’s. We were jonesing for pulled pork.
We already knew what we were going to order before we arrived, I’ll say it again: PULLED PORK BURRITO! I’d had it at the meeting of the mothers earlier in the year and can’t recommend it enough! But what to drink? We saw Pickle Backs being advertised on the board. I sort of remember a crazy party a few years ago where everyone got mashed up on pickle backs: shot of bourbob, shot of pickle brine. Except at the time I was doing shots of vodka. Tonight we went for the former.
The Pickleback is quite the cocktail shot. The sting of the bourbon is quickly neutralized by the dill vinegar, and both combine on your palate for a saucy and sour tango that you feel all the way down. I say, get your Pickleback on! But watch out, because I have a feeling that these fellers can sneak up on you.
We were crazy tonight and ordered a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale to accompany our burritos = mega mouth trumpet! Burritos arrived and I felt like I ate mine in about ten seconds, there’s so much going on in every mouthful!
Wait staff were great, as always and as we settled up we both realized we were a little tipsy. As it was rush hour we decided to pop back to the Kings Arms to finish the night with a Doom Bar in a non-aggro environment.
But the night didn’t quite end there…
We’ve had a run of making mediocre pasta dishes this week, my tuna, leek and mushroom pasta joins the stable. Edible, but dull. Suitable closure for our desktop dining series.
I was sitting at my desk at work, minding my own business, when my coworker burst through the door with a giant parcel addressed to Robert Senner in his arms.
Seeing that our names were almost identical, I decided to open it for myself to find a Christmas card from an old lady thankful for all the help ‘Senner’ had offered over the course of the year. Not only that, but there was also a big fat plastic carton of 32 assorted Ferrero Roches inside! This included the much-coveted Rafaello coconut truffles that I hear are in such high demand. Wow!
Justyna was suitably impressed when I brought this bad boy home.
So, thanks a bundle, kind-hearted elderly lady! And sorry Mr. Senner, I’m keeping your chocolates. WAH-WAHHH!
I Disguised Myself as a Carer for the Sole Purpose of Eating Free Food I Wasn’t Entitled To*
I kid, I kid! I was actually entitled to it. I had to man a stall at a Carer’s conference this morning—it’s kind of like being at a zine fair, but with a much higher number of furious old ladies.
Much to my surprise, a buffet lunch was provided! I filled up my plate, and I will now rate my free lunch items from favorite to least-favorite.
All this framed around a small bonfire pile of kettle crisps. I was impressed, to say the least! I tried to quickly sneak back into the hall to get a second turkey bagel, but all that was left was a soggy carrot and a few crisps. These carers were animals!
*Eating Food is Right does not promote or advocate the procurement of food via deceptive means. At least, not on a regular basis.
Leftover vegetables plus eggs, cheese and ham = BAM! A meal in itself
I fried off onions potatoes, and carrots for ages then added some garlic, herbs and courgettes and cooked it for a while longer. I took it off the heat and mixed in loadsa ham and laid it lovingly into a deep baking dish. Seasoned and crumbled on feta and cooked it for ages as half of our oven door has fallen off which means loads of heat escapes.
The night before I ate a slice with toasted pitta bread and ketchup. The day after it was even better, look at that stack of lovely. Robert loved his so much he almost forgot to photograph it.
It’s in the bag
We’re not above sandwiches, it’s just we normally make enough dinner to have for lunch.
But Monday was different. We dined on cheese and ham and mustard sandwiches with lettuce and tomatoes. IT WAS VERY GOOD THANKS.
Snack-wise as per Bob-post it’s oat bars and yogurts this week.
Desktop Fuck Up
My post lunch snack: Granola bar and yogurt pot.
I forgot to bring a spoon for the yogurt pot. There are no spoons here.
I will wait until I get home, instead of eating it with a bic pen.
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