Diet so far

Monday: dad's yeast cake, tea x4, fried fish, lard sandwich...i'm not kidding turkish strength coffee x2
made cheesecake
Tuesday: dad's yeast cake, cheesecake, tea x3, dad's uber strength ethanol-esque wine, coffee as above, chicken soup, banana, shop coffee, meatballs, potatoes, warm beetroot salad, accom. by ethanol
Wednesday: cheesecake, dad's strong coffee x2, sausage sandwich, lard sandwich, apple, banana, scotch finger, chicken schnitzel, potatoes, meatball, gherkin, with dinner we cooked mushrooms which we found growing in our citrus orchard sooo yummy, ethanol, hazelnut chocolate which dad claims to have found in the park
Today: cheesecake, coffee x2, tea, yoghurt, ham sandwich, spaghetti, corn, sausage sandwich, strawberries form farm near ours, cherries, dad's wine, kit kat chocolate
made tort ( layered sponge soaked in sour cherry syrup, with choc- coffee cream topped with fresh strawberries....look for pics soon)
and gingerbread cake....sooooooo good.
so my metabolism is working waayyy overtime. i am worried that i can't see past my gut. note to self: invest in some eating clothes

see you bitches fom home soon.

looking back at all that kinda makes me nauseous. doesn't it? huh? huh?

Here

Yo my slags.

Flew in one of those uber new planes with the screens in the back of the headrests. Sooo swish. I watched the progress of the plane across the country on an animated satnav thing. Brlliant.

Also watched episode of PrsonBreak on my iPod. Brilliant.

Sneezing like crazy. Not so brilliant.

Anyway, it’s like 9 pm so I have to hit the hay as that is the thing to do here.

By the way…happy birthday Vicky

Hah!

waking up at 5 somehtign tomorrow.
going to queensland few hours after that.

SUCK SHIT FAT TURDS!!!!!!

Blue Skies. 4 Degrees

on the coldest day yet i had a few hours to kill waiting for a friend so i decided to wander around one of my least visited and coldest places in Melbourne.

you can guess where i went..i am too lazy to write any more




and this is what i found when i hit the end of the road....

Yum Cha Virgin no more

ok....so this is a very belated post. it belongs to teh Queen's birthday weekend.
it was the most intense experience. we had to push our way through a swarming crowd of people all waiting, tickets in hand to gorge. it was like a stocktake sale at 9 am. **shudder***

it's ingenius...they bring the food to you! i was like..man..soo good. that was till they brought the crispy duck tonuges....yeh..not so good.



lucky i wore my eating clothes.



so i am no longer a yum cha virgin. and am proud to brandish the fact!!!!

Bah..Jahh..Noooo

hmm. Scones....mmm...scones. My life revolves around my stomach now. I have no uni. No more exams. no commitments. IT IS BRILLIANT!!!!!!!

After watching hours of Ben's CWA doco and all the lovely pets and their knitted sweaters and cake stalls, i suddenly had an unexplainable urge to eat scones.
here i am remebering this darling little place tucked away in one of Melbourne's antique arcades so on we journeyed to fidn my dreams.


Hurdle one: couldn't find it
Overcome by: visiting the visitor centre and being provided with a map with HAND DRAWN directions
so we find the place. Eagerly topple in to the charming Teahouse and cosy up near the window. (between the old couple and the old flamingos having lunch)
i peer at the menu, giddy with anticipation of having the home-made old school scones with fresh cream and sweet sweet jam. sigh.
hurdle two: THEY RAN OUT OF SCONES!!!! no pumpkin scones. no fruit scones.
Overcome by: just ordering tea
what kind of an institution is this?
so we settle on some tea. thinking that we'd get some killer tea...as it is after all a TEAhouse...
hurdle 3: WE GOT TEA BAGS!!!!!
overcome by: moping



man...this joint both blows AND sucks

so in order to suffice my need for scones we decide to make some on our own. We hit Big W. buy a tray. A spiffy pyrex bowl. and a whisk..all ready for an afternoon of FUN. HA!
we stole a recipe from another brand of tray and schlepped over to safeway to get our ingredients.

everything was going awesome till teh god damn mother f*^&ing cream wouldn't whip. i have develoed RSI after trying to whip that son of a bitch for over HALF AN HOUR. why am i so stubborn?? why?

for more phtotos of our cullinary afternoon see Ben's blog.