On Saturday we were shells of our former selves. Husks. So hungover that there was nothing to do but draw the curtains, drink some beer, and make two different types of cheesy pastas to eat while watching Enchanted. The first one was nominally "healthy" in that there were vegetables in it. We roasted some of those teensy capsicums that are sweet and delicious with some mushrooms, onion and garlic. Then we put some fettuccine in the roasting dish (out of the oven, obvs) and mixed it together. But then, THEN, we got a wheel of brie, chopped it up, stirred it through until it melted, then ate it with piles of rocket on top. Good. Goood. The second pasta, made simultaneously, was a classic macaroni cheese. We eschewed all onion, garlic, mushroom and whatever else you put in a mac n' cheese to make it feel respectable, and replaced it with a ridiculous amount of cheesy bechamel (which I happen to make incredibly well, using the Silver Spoon's technique). We topped it with parmesan, then a layer of chunky ciabatta (leftover) breadcrumbs which soaked up the cheese juices, some fresh thyme and a sprinkling of nutmeg, and finished it off with some more parmesan. It looked so adorable when it came out of the oven in my beautiful pastel coloured pie dish that it was almost a shame to have to eat it - the thyme made it look and smell reassuringly rustic. When we cut through the cheese crust the pasta made a very satisfying squelching sound. We ate the whole thing, in stages, between 2pm and 1.30am. These pictures are from Smitten Kitchen's mac 'n cheese, which looks very good and also quite similar to our one.
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Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
what a great night
My did we have fun this weekend!
I'm very tired and hungover so here are some photos of pretty lights from Franklin Road in Ponsonby.
Things I like today include: cheap hamburgers with extra cheese, Lou and her jet-setting ways, bloody marys, white carnations, fifties skirts, dirty hip-hop, hairobics and the "Requiem for a Gleet" episode of Deadwood. Oh, and my Dad for taking one look at the wasps' nest outside my house and saying he'll be round next weekend to deal to it, and will bring something to spray on the scarily prolific ivy. Thanks, Dad.
PS. I'm thinking of buying some grey marle, two toned hareem pants. My flatmate said they look like an elephant's vagina. She's totally right, I don't even know why I like them. But I do. I like the idea of showing up to work at the Opera wearing two toned grey marle hareem pants - I'll be extremely comfortable, and all my lovely, kindly, Aunty-esque colleagues will be totally amused. And what am I here for, if not to amuse?
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