Do you like pancakes mate? Also do I! Here, at home, Sunday is pancake day. Except the last one. Last Sunday was returning home day and they didn’t allow me to bake pancakes at the airport. But you’re already thinking about f*ckin pancakes? All the f*ckin food you had during christmas was not enough? Jesus f*ckin christ…Read moreMore Tag
Now, just cut the bullsh*t and go get your beans and green stuff and you’ll see you’ll be saving some cash. Try just replacing some of your big meals or even try it for a week. You’ll see I’m right. If you lack on free time, or if you’re just a lazy motherf*cker, do it like me – cook one or two big pots of stew or something that last you for a week. There is nothing I like to cook better than big pots. At our place, we love stews, cury, casseroles and stuff like that. And rice. Lots of rice. Specially Joana.Read moreMore Tag
Things aside, I don’t enjoy baking. I just don’t. I mean, I am all about big pots of stuff you see? It’s my thing, big pots of stuff. That said, Joana is the one who does the baking around here. She says that we both do. That I help. I certainly eat more than her. I help a lot with that.Read moreMore Tag
I remember when I use to think that fish fingers were produced inside the Captain’s ship. I always wanted to meet him. Sometimes I use to thik that I would like to go “upnorth” to join him in the boat. Upnorth, because when you’re a citizen of the Reign of Culatra Island, well, everything is upnorth. And a fella like this, he had to be from the north, as it for me everything beyond the National Road 125 was north.
Before I use to find it odd how could the Captain be different every time. Now, what I find really odd, is that how can a fully bearded sailor man be sailing with children since 1985 and never had problems with the justice. Aye Captain.Read moreMore Tag
“This is the lasta tima I do this shit.” Soba with Mushroom creamy sauce Do you remember when you were a kid and your mother use to cook those steaks with Parmalat’s mushroom cream for you? Do you? Do you? With that shinny spaghetti with butter? I don’t. Mom never gave me that pleasure. But […]Read moreMore Tag
“Omelettes, eggs. No eggs, no omelettes.” Scrambled Tofu Eggs were the last animal product leaving our place. And it was probably one of the most usual for us. In fact, several years ago, I would eat eggs on a daily basis, like many other amateur athletes. Yet I never missed eating eggs, not as a […]Read moreMore Tag