bubbles

I like that last one. Sorry for cropping you out of the header barkeep. Its sort of ironic if you think about it hard enough.

My Dad is brilliant

Me

(outraged)

Dad... did you know that PAIGE doesn't drink MILK??

Dad

(with sympathy)

Well that's all right, you and your brother drink enough of it for everyone.

Me
Yeah, but... she... she doesn't like cake! Or muffins either!!

Dad

What..?

Me

Yeah! I know... doesn't like the texture or something.

Dad

Well that's great news. More for us! You'll get along great 'round here!

(laughs)

Me

(gives up)

Food Part Two

You know whats going on, so heres some photos and suchlike.

CHURROS!%!%!

P for PAIGE

Sooo much hot chocolate.... nummers.

We got bored and we had a load of hot hot oil left so we deep fried a banana. Yup. Deskinned and then BAM. Right in. Uber super delicious and yummy and melted and hot. Sprinkled with the cinnamon sugar.... IOFH'EJRJGNVoojf-87YypYPY8P9a*(Y............. try it.

Englourious Food Day

Oli found the Eye of Sauron in an apricot.

I've been getting into a really awesome food making mood of late. Probably one of the best possible moods you can be in, so we decided to make a day of it and cook recipes from my awesome Jamie Oliver cookbook I got for christmas. Yesterday we had an awesome food day with Paige and Georgia. We had high hopes and dreams and much hunger. Afterwards we left with warm-everything-belly. We consumed so much. It made me soo happy.

We made Jamie Olivers Mexican Breakfast for, uh, late brunch. Basically its this awesome tomato and chilli stew that you crack eggs into and poach them in the juices. Then you wrap it all up in a tortilla with cheese on top.

We used SOO many eggs.




Ahhh.......... man. That is some good looking tomato stew.

We ate it outside in the sun wearing gross looking hats and sunglasses. It was SOOO good. It was gooey and spicy and eggy and so warm and comforting and just... AHOFH"PHR#W. You have to try it.

Then we went on various excursions including shopping for ops and eating delicious spicy rice shit which name I cant remember. I do remember it being delicious. We also bought a bag of green chilies for the next recipe we had to try out. Which was also jamies HOT! CHOCOLATE AND CHURROS! (nb. the exclamation mark after HOT means chilli. And Churros are like mini round donut balls. Inescapably delicious (when cooked all the way through) and perfect for the dunking.

to be continued....

GO WOLF!!

This is some photos of us going wolf in the Abel Tasman during my new years trip. My personal favourite is Bryars. This was on our first night. The girls were all excited as they had brought a Scrumpy. They shared it between three of them. We male scrumpians laughed when they didn't get any buzz at all from it. Well, HK did. Good ol' HK.

Il be putting up some photos from the trip along with some photos later on. I promise. Just like I promised to show you that video of Oli jumping the river (He sooo did by the way).

in order; Oli, Angus, Eli, Elsie, HK, Bryar, Me.

Ready? Okay.

I'm standing on a bench in front of a fire surrounded by people I don't really know. It's very dark wearing my sunglasses at this time of night, and the people I was with before don't seem to be in visual distance of me. But at that exact moment I don't really care at all. I jump up and down ectatically. The euphoric glee that pulses through me is let out in my scream; "I'm on a fucking bench!!! I'm on a fucking bench!!" I scream, over and over. Eli would later tell me that he heard me, and recognised my lameness. Everyone around the fire starts screaming Bob Marley for a second time. They are all much older then me, and I don't know any of the words, so I get bored and jump down from the bench. I remember there was supposed to be a nude swim on the beach. I spin round far too fast, my head taking a moment to catch up with me, and head in the general direction of the sound of waves and singing. My senses are bursting. I am utterly excited and petrified by the visuals that I thought I must be sending through my outfit at the time. My hood is up, my glasses on. A cardboard HAPPY NEW YEAR! tiari perches on my head. In my right hand I furiously wave a red glowstick. In my left is my torch, slowly running out of battery. I use it to lead down the sandy path and away from the deadly dangerous tents. In between my teeth I bite on a bent new years hooter, slightly broken from over blowing. It screams painfully as I run up and down the beach. My aim is to frighten and to entertain all that I come across. I flail and blow, stumbling in the sand. The beach is completely lit by the full Blue Moon. I can see the water quite clearly, and the forlorn overlooking adults wearing tivas and headlamps. They pity me, or my absent parents. I hoot at them angrily, then laugh. With no nude swimmers in sight, I head for the water. Bare footed I run straight in. The water is warmer than then the cold dark sand, and frothy with salt. I splash through it, giggling. A calm wades through me. This moment is a new moment. A happy one. And now, it can never be replaced by pain or melancholy or sad indifference.

I miss my friends, so I run back into the trees to find them hooting into the air with much celebration.