The Best Day Of Food All Year
Hide your chickens and lock up your daughters.. I am in a frivolous state of euphoria after what, on all accounts, was, The Best Day Of Food All Year!
The Best Day Of Food All Year started quite meekly actually, we spent the previous night at Cantaloop, but got back home at about twelve. I hardly watch telly at all, but there was this rad flick on MNet (which I later found out was called 'Dreamcatchers') so I had to watch till the end. Any scenario where giant slugs crawl out of your ass requires my full attention!
So I woke up on Sunday a bit groggy and glad my ass was slugless, drank a whole lot of water, and made my usual brekkie. Its always fruit, usually an apple and a banana, and then a toasted crumpet with cheese and apricot jam. I hardly ever have tea or coffee in the morning anymore, I met this checkoslovakian skater once on honeymoon who only ate an apple for breakfast and I'd like to be hardcore like him.
So the furthest thing in my mind ever was that today was going to be The Best Day Of Food All Year! so I was stoked when we arrived at Elf's christmas lunch that afternoon. Me and Quinton (my best friend) walked through the door and where instantly offered a slice of the most succulent, tender, goddam tasty rump ever. It was like that ad where the girl goes 'I can't believe its not butter!!'
Elf's friend Neil was braai-master, and tell you what! If preparing meat was like fondling breasts, old Neil would never have a nights rest. A special note here to one of the other guests, Tanya, who stole both me and Quintons hearts, you are an angel. Please forgive my attentiveness of your nipples which seemed harder than my final year maths paper! Respect.
But anyway, for lunch we had a super salad, with such sound ingredients, the usual avo & feta & olives, but the baby corn & brinjals gave it such depth and meaning. Ready buttered slices of freshly baked home made bread emphasised the personal touch, and the standard potato salad held its ground firmly.
But who am I trying to kid huh? The Best Day Of Food All Year wouldn't be The Best Day Of Food All Year if it wasnt for those rump steaks and loin chops that followed. To call it a religeous experience would be to demean it. Crispy where it mattered without being dry, tender as a Paul Coelho novel, chops that could have just fallen off the cow - I couldn't imagine sinking myself into any other loins ever again.
Kudos to Elf and Stewart for supreme organisational skills, and for making it look good!
For pudding Elf magically produced ice cream based cocktails, laced with Tia Maria and cajouled by the finest Smirnoff vodka this side of Murmansk. Include the side order of chocolate tiramisu cake, and we where almost at The Best Day Of Food All Year level already. But I hear what you're saying, "What about the three course Italian adventure in Nigel? What about the cullinary cunninglingus of Nice? What about the shwarma you had at Cresta on Saturday?" And yes, you're right, to make it The Best Day Of Food All Year, there would have to be, Something Even More..
And Something Even More arrived, in the wonderful addition of my friend Quintons new friend/girlfriend? Anna.
Most of you would have heard a faaantastic resturaunt in Melrose Arch called Moyo, well if it wasn't for Anna's mum and her Russian special forces partner, I would never have gone, and yesterday would not have been The Best Day Of Food All Year!
Moyo requires an entire piece dedicated to it to truly do it justice, but suffice to say that its worth the multi-shwarma prices they charge. The Shiraz could have been a meal entirely to its own, but I had a plate of Cig Cig Wat, a kind of african burrito that stands up and says "I'm gonna freak you baby, all night! Damn". I was like Aladdin floating around to 'A whole new world' in the background, except the princess was even better because you could eat her. Not another morsel was needed to make this day The Best Day Of Food All Year, it is one that took its while but was well worth the wait.
I only wish all of you the kind of freakstacy I experienced, with your own The Best Day Of Food All Year
bon apetite
The Best Day Of Food All Year started quite meekly actually, we spent the previous night at Cantaloop, but got back home at about twelve. I hardly watch telly at all, but there was this rad flick on MNet (which I later found out was called 'Dreamcatchers') so I had to watch till the end. Any scenario where giant slugs crawl out of your ass requires my full attention!
So I woke up on Sunday a bit groggy and glad my ass was slugless, drank a whole lot of water, and made my usual brekkie. Its always fruit, usually an apple and a banana, and then a toasted crumpet with cheese and apricot jam. I hardly ever have tea or coffee in the morning anymore, I met this checkoslovakian skater once on honeymoon who only ate an apple for breakfast and I'd like to be hardcore like him.
So the furthest thing in my mind ever was that today was going to be The Best Day Of Food All Year! so I was stoked when we arrived at Elf's christmas lunch that afternoon. Me and Quinton (my best friend) walked through the door and where instantly offered a slice of the most succulent, tender, goddam tasty rump ever. It was like that ad where the girl goes 'I can't believe its not butter!!'
Elf's friend Neil was braai-master, and tell you what! If preparing meat was like fondling breasts, old Neil would never have a nights rest. A special note here to one of the other guests, Tanya, who stole both me and Quintons hearts, you are an angel. Please forgive my attentiveness of your nipples which seemed harder than my final year maths paper! Respect.
But anyway, for lunch we had a super salad, with such sound ingredients, the usual avo & feta & olives, but the baby corn & brinjals gave it such depth and meaning. Ready buttered slices of freshly baked home made bread emphasised the personal touch, and the standard potato salad held its ground firmly.
But who am I trying to kid huh? The Best Day Of Food All Year wouldn't be The Best Day Of Food All Year if it wasnt for those rump steaks and loin chops that followed. To call it a religeous experience would be to demean it. Crispy where it mattered without being dry, tender as a Paul Coelho novel, chops that could have just fallen off the cow - I couldn't imagine sinking myself into any other loins ever again.
Kudos to Elf and Stewart for supreme organisational skills, and for making it look good!
For pudding Elf magically produced ice cream based cocktails, laced with Tia Maria and cajouled by the finest Smirnoff vodka this side of Murmansk. Include the side order of chocolate tiramisu cake, and we where almost at The Best Day Of Food All Year level already. But I hear what you're saying, "What about the three course Italian adventure in Nigel? What about the cullinary cunninglingus of Nice? What about the shwarma you had at Cresta on Saturday?" And yes, you're right, to make it The Best Day Of Food All Year, there would have to be, Something Even More..
And Something Even More arrived, in the wonderful addition of my friend Quintons new friend/girlfriend? Anna.
Most of you would have heard a faaantastic resturaunt in Melrose Arch called Moyo, well if it wasn't for Anna's mum and her Russian special forces partner, I would never have gone, and yesterday would not have been The Best Day Of Food All Year!
Moyo requires an entire piece dedicated to it to truly do it justice, but suffice to say that its worth the multi-shwarma prices they charge. The Shiraz could have been a meal entirely to its own, but I had a plate of Cig Cig Wat, a kind of african burrito that stands up and says "I'm gonna freak you baby, all night! Damn". I was like Aladdin floating around to 'A whole new world' in the background, except the princess was even better because you could eat her. Not another morsel was needed to make this day The Best Day Of Food All Year, it is one that took its while but was well worth the wait.
I only wish all of you the kind of freakstacy I experienced, with your own The Best Day Of Food All Year
bon apetite
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