Tuesday, July 31, 2012

In the Olympic swing of things

It took until blog post number three but I'm in rule breaking mode. Friday Pizza Prose has morphed into Saturday Curry Prose, albeit tomporarily. Personally I blame the influence of the London Olympics. With the possible exception of Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding surely there is nothing more British than a curry and a lager. So, fast forward a few hours and it's me back in the kitchen in full British support mode. I have my chicken Korma bubbling away nicely and the stereo has made my youngest screw up her face. It's the Bard form Barking, that Socialist Serenader, Billy Bragg - Talking With The Taxman About Poetry.

Sometimes when we're as close as this
It's like we're in a dream
How can you lie there and think of england
When you don't even know who's in the team

Your sexual politics have left me all of a muddle
We are joined in the ideological cuddle

And what does the average blue collar boy from South Auckland drink with his curry? Lager of course, Carlsberg in this instance. I'm predicting a few more lagers over the course of the Olympics... Go Kiwi!

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Getting the mix just right

As I mentioned earlier, my good wife does all the leg work as far as dough mixing and topping prep goes. The hard part though is over to me... choosing the right cd to get the ball rolling. I have somewhere in the region of 400 CDs so you'd think picking one would be easy. Nope, quite the opposite in fact. I reckon I spend about the same time choosing a cd some Fridays as it takes her to chop the toppings. You simply can't rush this.

Now with a blog on the go there's added pressure. I can't have a collective rolling of the eyes or a reaching for the "close tab" button. I tried the random approach. Start at the end of my (alphabetised) collection, pick a random number and count backwards.... Hmmm, note to self "remove the kids' CDs." I am NOT kicking this thing off with "Now That's What I Call Music Vol 30". Especially since it is NOT what I call music...

In the end I opted for a failsafe sing-along fave of mine; The Cure - Disintegration Robert Smith. A genius in lipstick.

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel

Next weapon of choice: Montana South Island Pinot Noir, that should loosen the vocal chords. Watch out kids... Daddy's singing old music again.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

In the beginning

A very wise woman (my wife) once said to me "don't drink and text, just don't."

We all know why... even if you manage to focus enough to get your message across you need to make sure auto correct doesn't start a fight or end a friendship for you.

For those of us who do enjoy a drink or two we all know the magical benefits it empowers us with. It makes us funnier, smarter and more attractive. It helps us to sing and dance and entertain and as if this weren't enough, it makes us want to start a blog about it all. (strictly speaking it's not drinking and texting although it's possible the results could be the same)

These days I tend to do my drinking more in moderation and more at home and my favourite day to do this is Friday. Now we all love Fridays, it's the end of the working week and the start of two glorious work free days. But in our house it's something else, it's Pizza Friday. Pizza Friday runs like this... Darling wife puts the dough on in the bread maker, cuts up the toppings and buys me (and herself) some wine. I come home, pop the cork (well, screw the cap), crank up the stereo and start the pizza construction. Magic!

So who's this blog thing all for? Well, much like the pizza, wine, beer and music... primarily me. If my kids read this one day and smile that'd be nice. If my wife does the same, call it a bonus. Beyond this I have no expectations.

So there it is, blog entry #1 in what I imagine will be a somewhat sporadic series. Stand by...