my dad is coming to dinner tonight, so i thought i'd cook one of his favourite all time red-wine and jazz dishes - beef burgundy, or boeuf bourgignon.
i'm using stephanie's recipe from her big orange book, and i was surprised that larousse gastronomique doesn't reference it. the closest i could find is entrecote a la bourguignonne which tells me to use a garniture which includes red wine, small mushrooms and small onions. which i am doing. i'm not sure what entrecote means, perhaps a cut of meat. i'm guessing garniture means sauce or stock. i can't be bothered dragging out my big red french dictionary.
anyway i am on the right track and it smells fucking fantastic.
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on the other side of this week's topic - poliwood and how pete and john are getting it on in the schoolyard, we now have backup for pete from brother tim.
pete: my parents always told me if you have done nothing wrong, you have got nothing to fear by telling the truth. i told the truth.
tim: i can confirm that our parents taught us to tell the truth.
what you can't see behind these words is the half-nelson pete has got tim in, to make him speak on his behalf.
the other thing you probably didn't realise is the ENORMOUS FUCKING IRONY of a liberal politician saying you don't need to worry about telling the truth IF YOU'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG.
read between the lines here.
if you have done nothing wrong, you should be scared of telling the truth. therefore don't.
so, is john going to hand over that lolly he promised to peter in december 1994?
i heard costello's press conference this morning, and at the beginning his voice was shaking, he was very emotional. at first i was convinced he was sad, and was going to announce his retirement. then it became clear he was STAYING PUT. he has decided to go with the stubborn sit-out approach; look at him, arms crossed, face red with anger.
HE WANTS THAT LOLLY.
and john is taking the prufrock defence: "no, he's got it wrong, that's not what i meant, that's not what i meant at all. i'm keeping the lolly, and i don't care what your brother says.
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finally, i have a meeting with princess' teacher for parent-teacher get down at 2.45. i have it written on my hand because LAST year i was the worst mother in the world and friggin forgot.
i know. how could i forget something like that? well, my only defence is my life was a lot madder than it is right now.
so, looking forward to hearing how well behaved she is in class, how she applies herself, works hard and doesn't waste too much time flirting with the boys. (grade 4 you know, that's when it all starts.)