Friday, 13 August 2010
Me, Holding a picture of ME!
Remember those pictures from so long ago...ballet Jolene. They are in the magazine. One of them is in the magazine...So, if you are in Australia, go buy Post Modern Ink. And if you aren't, wait till I come home cause I am brining a copy with me.
LAKSA
Oh my god.
I miss Mexican food (like really cheesy, bad Mexican) so much. I miss Taco Bell, too, but we won't talk about that. I've had some mexican food here. Look, it's better than what I had in the UK, where they don't even sell Black Beans. But, it's not the same!!
So, every time I crave mexican, I make up for it by eating copious amounts of sushi. Or, you know, other things that aren't so abundant in Ohio. I've been loading up on Vietnamese and Malaysian and Indonesian. I can never order something that I am use to having at home because, well, we don't have these things.
Everyone kept talking about Laksa. My friend Rachel ordered one the other night when we were out and it is my new obsession. Coconut curry soup!!! Filled with vegetables and tofu--I order it vegetarian because the idea of fish cakes is still weird to me. It tastes like sweet heaven and I want to live in a land of LAKSA.
The thing that I find myself missing are foods and smells. Things that you don't realize you miss. You know you will miss your friends and family. But, I miss the smell of the farm. For real. And the wonder bread factory. And snow.
And what's weird, is that one day I will miss the smells and tastes of Melbourne. And it's not like home, where I will always come back to it. Leaving to come back to Ohio is making me realize that one day, I will leave this place for good.
And then, I will miss Laksa.
I miss Mexican food (like really cheesy, bad Mexican) so much. I miss Taco Bell, too, but we won't talk about that. I've had some mexican food here. Look, it's better than what I had in the UK, where they don't even sell Black Beans. But, it's not the same!!
So, every time I crave mexican, I make up for it by eating copious amounts of sushi. Or, you know, other things that aren't so abundant in Ohio. I've been loading up on Vietnamese and Malaysian and Indonesian. I can never order something that I am use to having at home because, well, we don't have these things.
Everyone kept talking about Laksa. My friend Rachel ordered one the other night when we were out and it is my new obsession. Coconut curry soup!!! Filled with vegetables and tofu--I order it vegetarian because the idea of fish cakes is still weird to me. It tastes like sweet heaven and I want to live in a land of LAKSA.
The thing that I find myself missing are foods and smells. Things that you don't realize you miss. You know you will miss your friends and family. But, I miss the smell of the farm. For real. And the wonder bread factory. And snow.
And what's weird, is that one day I will miss the smells and tastes of Melbourne. And it's not like home, where I will always come back to it. Leaving to come back to Ohio is making me realize that one day, I will leave this place for good.
And then, I will miss Laksa.
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
The Best Little Whore House
Madame Brussles.
Apparently, this place got it's name from, you guessed it, a madame. She ran brothels. She took care of her ladies.
Looks nothing like a brothel. It looks like a 50's patio. And I'm told in the summer, they have a pool.
Right now, they offer you hot water bottles and blankets.
They serve punch in glass pitchers. And when I walked in they were playing the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. And all the boys that worked there were wearing white pants, sailors caps and polo shirts.
I felt pretty fancy so I ordered and Old Fashioned.
Old Fashioned is a really gross drink.
Apparently, this place got it's name from, you guessed it, a madame. She ran brothels. She took care of her ladies.
Looks nothing like a brothel. It looks like a 50's patio. And I'm told in the summer, they have a pool.
Right now, they offer you hot water bottles and blankets.
They serve punch in glass pitchers. And when I walked in they were playing the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. And all the boys that worked there were wearing white pants, sailors caps and polo shirts.
I felt pretty fancy so I ordered and Old Fashioned.
Old Fashioned is a really gross drink.
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