Friday, 13 January 2012

Tipple trip-ups


I went to a cocktail party recently. The host was a proud peter-pan, recently tamed into cohabitation with his lady-love in a grown-up house with toilet paper in the bathroom and knives in the drawers. The invite proclaimed there'd be mango daiquiris. High summer, definitely mango season. Eager anticipation. When we arrived, there was a tray of mangos. A blender (borrowed). Some booze, random. Some lemons and one mug of sugar syrup, still warm. No surprise, the two bottles of bubbles we'd brought quickly disappeared among thirsty guests while the hapless host greeted and meeted but didn't mix any bloody drinks. Of course, guess who ended up elbow deep in mango pulp? Moi.

If you're going to put drinks on, make it SIMPLE. This beautiful tray of mini mojito-y things are perfect - they were brought by a guest to a dinner party recently (sounds like we actually socialise now, don't it?). He brought a bottle of premium vodka, a shaker, muddling stick, a bag of brown sugar, big jar of lemon juice and a bunch of mint. The host had just returned from travel in north Africa and brought out the tray and glasses. We took turns making rounds and it was just perfect, fresh and strong and unifying.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Climb every mountain






The Berry might become a mountain climber... Or maybe she's destined for the corporate ladder. Either way, that girl's got grit. Just wish she'd stop using me as her own personal training ground.

Pork sausage and chargrilled eggplant lasagna






Mr B brought home some fabulous pork sausages from the markets - these babies were the real deal. I sweated them down with onion and white wine and one solitary ripe tomato, then layered it up with béchamel, fresh pasta sheets (cheat) and eggplant slices I'd chargrilled the day before. It was soooo so sweet and rich and yum.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

And may I present ...(drum roll)... crawling


So this is what started it... A bunch of babies and some kick-arse toys, juuuuust out of arm's reach. And voila! We have forward momentum. It's more commando than textbook elbows and knees, but I'm fine with a fairly slow speed - can catch her before she gets into the bin, pulls the power cord, eats the pegs, rips the magazine, licks the dog, and on and on.

So 

Monday, 25 October 2010

It was the House! It was the House that did it!

Mr B took a Friday off work just after we got back from holidays, (keeping the dream alive for as long as possible). It was a beautiful sunny day and we walked in to the South end of the city, to check out a new Thai joint, the little sister of very popular and much loved by boys, Spice I Am. Its name? House. Staffed by gorgeous Thai girls, attached to a pub selling cold Singh beer, spicy for Mr B, sweet for me. Kop khun ka!




Thursday, 14 October 2010

Toothy pegs!

They're hard to capture on film, but we have two little teeth, bottom middle. They are super sharp and I love them! Why? Who knows... They have nipped me a few times, but after a firm "no" (which was met with a cheeky grin), she seems to have quit. But I love it when she chomps down on my finger with relish, like she's testing out a new pair of shoes. Which I guess in a way she is. Chomp chomp chomp.