It's 4:10ish and Im busy enjoying my 4pm coffee. Its becoming more and more of an institution, as we approach the holidays. This morning I threw some biscuits into my bag, in anticipation of this cup of coffee. The biscuits were made in India, they cost about R2.50 at Nahoon Spar.
I regularly debate capitalism with housemate CP, usually shortly after I offer him an Indian biscuit. That aside, these biscuits are a bountiful source of joy, because they represent so much more than just food.
They never go soft. You can leave the packet open for days at a time and they remain crispy. Its like hot chocolate that you only add water too. It exists! I know what that means, and that three dieticians just passed out, but in terms of sheer convenience, the future promises to be a gold mine.
The mind boggles at what food technologists everywhere are cooking up.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Wriggleswade dam
Destination Wriggleswade Dam. A few kilometres short of Stutterheim, we hooked a right and hit the long dirt road leading to the dam.
After suffering a wrenched ankle during the final ELUF league game. I kid you not. We have a league. I resigned myself to spectating as housemate Nic and Cat took part in the Rotary Triathlon and Mile swim, respectively. It was a tough call to make, but someone's got to lie in the sun and eat the picnic.
We watched the winner jog over the finish line. He picked up his complementary loaf of bread (sponsor: Mr Bread), strolled back to his bike and packed his stuff. Two men said well done, another man was fishing... and we ignored him - it took a while to realise this dude was actually the winner. Very casual affair.
I attempted to track Cat's progress in the swim... but its hard enough to recognise a swimmer when you're standing next to them if they're capped and goggled. Again, I had to settle for a cup of Quaffe and my wordy book. I read a book at a sports event. I just realised the significance of that.
After suffering a wrenched ankle during the final ELUF league game. I kid you not. We have a league. I resigned myself to spectating as housemate Nic and Cat took part in the Rotary Triathlon and Mile swim, respectively. It was a tough call to make, but someone's got to lie in the sun and eat the picnic.
We watched the winner jog over the finish line. He picked up his complementary loaf of bread (sponsor: Mr Bread), strolled back to his bike and packed his stuff. Two men said well done, another man was fishing... and we ignored him - it took a while to realise this dude was actually the winner. Very casual affair.
I attempted to track Cat's progress in the swim... but its hard enough to recognise a swimmer when you're standing next to them if they're capped and goggled. Again, I had to settle for a cup of Quaffe and my wordy book. I read a book at a sports event. I just realised the significance of that.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Late night
Its friday, i go to bed in about 9 hours, which is a problem given its almost home time...
Its last-event-of-2010 time, kick a tree... and its probably a pine tree. Kick it hard and you might get hit by a ball-bell. Debate reigns on whether to go authentic or box-tree. Typical white person behaviour at this time of year.
Its Christmas parties, end of year dinners, last get togethers and other food-centric events which seem to be occupying most evenings. It also presents an opportunity for politicking in a variety of crowds - this year spanning all ages.
Each season has its share of social awkwardness; what to wear, what to drink... but most importantly... what to buy for secret santa. With price limits set at an attainable 20 bucks, being original invariably means taking a risk. Two years ago I received a pair of scissors. Grateful as I am for the implement... it didn't quite say 'Christmas cheer', and so I'm wary of being too practical when picking gifts.
My input is this: Biltong.
Its last-event-of-2010 time, kick a tree... and its probably a pine tree. Kick it hard and you might get hit by a ball-bell. Debate reigns on whether to go authentic or box-tree. Typical white person behaviour at this time of year.
Its Christmas parties, end of year dinners, last get togethers and other food-centric events which seem to be occupying most evenings. It also presents an opportunity for politicking in a variety of crowds - this year spanning all ages.
My input is this: Biltong.
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