Sunday, October 25, 2009

Food for thought. Or, some more funny stories.

I mean, i thought my omelette was fine, despite having consumed a bottle of wine or two throughout the afternoon. I blame Faatasi - he visited us today, and let's face it, Nell + Faats + readily available alcohol = bad choices will be made. Like. Making an omelette despite having consumed a bottle or wine or two. I admit, that part was my idea. But the eggs were there, and we were all hungry and i really believed i had control of the frypan. Certainly the hair was a faux pas. But we all survived, right? Adding two types of cheese really was genius...




But it was great to catch up, and as always topics for discussion were varied. We discussed our careers - he aspires to be Lady GaGa's backup dancer, i aspire to get rich quick by selling valuable body parts that i don't really need. What they are you'll have to guess at yourselves. Then we discussed other peoples careers. For example, whose singing career is heading down the toilet faster - Miley Cyrus or Hilary Duff? Hilary, we decided, offended us more overall, mainly because she had the nerve to bring out a 'Greatest Hits' album at the grand old age of 21. Why does it feel like every pop-star kid is doing that these days? Greatest hits should be released when you're dead. At the very least, you need to have a good few hits under your belt that actually ARE great. Bah. But music always seems to be the focus of our chats - if you wondered, Black Eyed Peas get a thumbs up from us, Kelly Clarkson gets a thumbs down.




Unlike today, yesterday was HOT! It was beautiful weather, which we took advantage of by going to brunch with David and Mel at Favoloso, a little cafe in Bronte which is owned by Sicilians, so they have a whole Italian thing going on which we liked. The food was delicious - i had the 'Sicilian Delight', which was fresh ricotta served with pistachios, honey, currents and strawberries, and hot bread of course.




We got to talking about chocolate, as you do. Mel is a very healthy person, which we all admire, but alas, it also means she likes...dark chocolate. Very dark chocolate. Which is the height of Ew for me and David. For her, the higher the cocoa content, the better. High in antioxidants, apparently, and helps you digest your food. Jo agrees - he too prefers dark chocolate. David and I, on the other hand, couldn't care less how many antioxidants that crap contains - give us milk chocolate any day of the week - it tastes about a million times better, and when you're talking junk food, that's really all we care about. In fact, we said, you couldn't pay us to eat the stuff, and we were willing to bet that most people out there would agree with us. Mel and Jo disagreed, saying more people would definitely choose the dark (to which, we laughed in their faces). After some healthy debate on the issue, David took it to the next level and a bought packet of both milk and dark chocolate. Around the table we went, tasting both, as David threatened to ask everyone in the cafe their opinion on the topic. I had to force myself to eat the dark stuff. It's just way to bitter for me. In the end, they admitted it was an acquired taste, which David and i saw as a semi-victory...still, he has the dark chocolate here at home, and plans to poll people on the matter. What do y'all think?




Afterwards, Jo and I headed to Bondi for a walk along the beach. Here i am admiring the view...




That afternoon we headed out to my parents for a BBQ - Jo washed his car, and i wanted to bring my brothers dogs up. I thought a walk would give them some exercise, and they could play with Cooper in the backyard for a while. I went down to collect them by myself, since no one would come with me (read: Jo), and let me tell you, i will never walk two dogs by myself ever, ever again. It was like they'd been pumped full of amphetamines. Ennis especially has a bad habit of JUMPING, rather than walking, and HAS to walk right next to Reggie all the way, even if it means choking himself on his collar to get to him. Reggie, on the other hand, would rather not have Ennis all up in his face like that, and tries to walk as far away from him as possible. God it was painful.


We are watching Bad Boys, so I'm outta here to get me some 90s love.

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