In case y’all haven’t figured it out already, I’m a total control freak. But I’d like to think of it as “effortlessly organised and efficient”. Panu calls it “busy body” but sometimes he says it’s “endearing”. Hm, do we believe him? Anyway, the point is that I like to plan ahead, well ahead, for any event or activity. I don’t do unplanned, and I certainly don’t do impromptu.
confit of Petuna ocean trout with shaved fennel and unpasteurised ocean trout caviar
I started writing this post and realised that I sound like a complete and utter snob and asshole. I was going to stop and you know, like “change my tone”, but then, when have I ever been known to censor my posts? Like um, never? So I’m going to sound like a snob and more or less, an asshole.
Last Saturday, we celebrated the birthday of one of my favourite little people: my buddy, Valentin Segura, turned 1! What a hard year he’s had, what with being a little blob and having to learn to crawl and stuff. I mean, life’s tough. So we celebrated his hard work with a BBQ! And not just any BBQ. Little Valentin is half Argentinian so we had a traditional asado, cooked by his abuelo, a certified expert in this kind of thang.
So we were already in for a serious feed, but add to that the fact that Valentin’s mum and his grandma are both professional chefs. I mean, seriously. Is this the most professionally catered BBQ or what?!
As y’all know, last Saturday was a bit of an ups and downs kinda day. Determined not to let the downs KO the ups, we decided what better else to have for dinner than burgers? YEAH! BURGERS!!
And so we found ourselves at Moo Gourmet Burgers on King Street, Newtown.
Saturday was a bit of an extremes kinda day. We bought some groooooovy bright red retro bar stools for the apartment (win!) then ate some pretty good Malaysian food for lunch (win!) and then… some biatch went and ran into the side of my car (lose). Don’t worry, Panu and I are both fine but my Marvin! My near-new Marvin. He’s now all injured down the left side and has to go off to car hospital to get all fixed up.
Sigh. Why. Why are there such losers on the road.
I just want to say before I go and ruin everything, I actually really really like Hoochie Mama. Because, I mean, what a groovy name for a café, right?? Ok, that’s not the reason. I like them because they have an awesome breakfast menu, they have loads of outdoor seating and actually, they have loads of seating everywhere so you always get a spot. And the food is very good.
But having just had Bill’s sweet corn fritters on the weekend, I don’t know what I was thinking going and ordering sweet corn fritters when I met an old friend for brunch yesterday. I mean, there is no comparison to Bill’s utter brilliance. Period.