6 people in this ratty movie theater. 6 people including me and Tony. We occupy the center aisle mid-point seats – bulls-eye position to get the full movie experience..no immediate neighbors….and none likely to bother us on a wet Tuesday afternoon in November..but should any unwitting soul dare venture near us then the sight… Read More “I’m hungry…let’s get a Taco….”
Dave leaned closer, narrowed his eyes and delivered his long held and fiercely defended mantra……….. “You can’t learn from a fucking book………..you can only ‘know stuff’………without tactile experience you’re just taking information on board. Take Karate for example, I bought the book ‘Karate – Kill people with a Single Punch’ and all I learned how to… Read More Pork Stroganoff …….. my tricky Russian phase..
“They will be ready…..when they are ready…..com-pree-hendo”? the faux Mexican accent was abit weird…. Chef balled her fist and playfully sunk it knuckles first into my sternum, her play-fighting was most men’s street brawling. That fucking hurt but my 21-year-old ego fueled by plentiful and erratic hormones refused to show the pain of… Read More The 5 hour Pork Shoulder & The Girl from Ipanema’s arse……(go figure)
I wrote this piece quite some time ago – but I recently came across a picture of Paolo and it brought me back to that day spent making pizza with him – a day that is etched into my mind…. Paolo sadly passed away in 2015. Pizza with Paolo The heat is intense –… Read More Pizza with Paolo T.
The body fell from Lawrence’s shoulder onto the block with a depressing thud, it had already seen the blade postmortem, it was halved ‘North to South’*, head removed and feet already boiling down in a large grey vat………… Lawrence handed me the knife and told me to familiarise myself with its weight, feel and temper. I… Read More Brooklynn-Cut Tomahawk pork…& how to hold a deadly blade
The Bicycle Thief 