My weekend as food

Chicken, prawn and pork spring rolls with iceberg and nuoc maam, salt and pepper roasted quail, tamarind prawns, lemongrass chicken, 2004 Catalina Sounds Sauvingon blanc, 2004 Rochford Pinot Noir, Coconut icecream, spinach and fetta omelette, whiting fillets in tempura batter with sebago chips and dill tartare and a pint of Heineken followed by a couple of glasses of 2004 Tieffenbruner Pinot Grigio, some apple pie with macadamia crust and kingaroy double cream and a glass of 2003 Noble One.

That’s me from last night to 4.35pm Good Friday. So much for Lent, Christianity and Judaism.

Although I wouldnae have had the fish onwards if it wasn’t for the bottleshops being shut: 20% of the population attend a religious service, for many their only one of the year and I can’t have a drink for love or money unless I eat.

What is this, transubfuckinstansiation by proxy?

No idea myself, but I’d kill for another glass of Catalina.


Addendumdum
Also: Yum Cha Sunday morning, slow cooked Cacciatore Sunday night then, finally, on Monday eve, salt crusted red wine beef on parmesan roesti with mountains of honey roasted garlic pumpkin.

Yeah.

I hate food, as you can see.