- Long time readers of my blog, would be aware of my shortcomings cooking a decent stir fry. I know that one swallow doesn't make a summer, but a couple of nights ago, out came the wok and I sizzled up what seemed to be a pretty fair effort. It was a chicken and vegetable stir fry, with onion, carrots, bok choy, red capsicum, cauliflower and all the usual suspects. The chicken was cooked but not dry, all the vegetables were crisp and the sauce was nicely thickened. Most importantly, it tasted GOOD.
- At school one time, daughter M's class were being encouraged to talk about their favourite foods. Her classmate W was having trouble deciding what to say, when M approached the teacher and said,
"Excuse me, I can tell you my favourite food."
"What's that M?"
Ah, my daughter the five year old foodie.
- I was reading a post on this site about how to bypass a company's recorded message and talk to a real human. It would seem that if you remain completely silent, the system thinks you may be disabled and passes you on to a person. I decided to leave a comment, wrote one out, then used word verification to enable the comment, when a thought occurred to me. Remaining completely silent to bypass a computer, using word verification so a computer can't find and harass you; maybe the day of the Terminator is not that far away. Hasta la vista, baby.
- Watching Great Food Live the other day, when someone made a treacle pudding. There were a few guests to try it, when one of them said the treacle gave a liquorice flavour. The host Jenni Barnett admonished the guest with, "Stop being a foodie and eat it." Stop being a foodie, how do you do that?
- A salesman is driving in the country along a highway, when he spots a chicken running alongside him. It's not enough that the chicken is running at 100 kmh (60mph), but it also has three legs. The salesman is amazed, then wonders how fast the chicken can run, so he speeds up to 125 kmh (80 mph), the chicken just lopes alongside, so he speeds up even more to 150 kmh (100 mph), but the chicken keeps up. Suddenly an entrance to a farm appears and the chicken heads off in that direction. The salesman pulls the car over, does a u-turn, pulls up at the farm and knocks on the front door. An old farmer answers.
"Look, I was just driving down the highway, when I saw a three legged chicken running alongside my car at 150 k's, then it ran into here. Can you tell me about it?"
"Sure. You see, there are three of us on this farm, my wife, my son and myself. Every Sunday we have a chicken dinner, my wife likes a drumstick, my son likes a drumstick and I like a drumstick. Rather than cook up two birds, I thought of breeding a three legged chicken and as you saw I succeeded."
"Fantastic, tell me what does it taste like?"
"Don't know, we never caught one."