Won’t you go, a sloppy joe

Sorry, Australian cultural reference there. An old ad campaign from here in the 70s – Won’t you go a Chiko Roll. (Picture young bronzed Aussies gallivanting about the beach eating about 5000 kilojoules of deep fried – who ever knew what was in them). A popular deep fried takeaway food item available from every milk bar during that era they were sort of like a massive spring roll and the ends were delicious and crunchy but the centre was full of some dubious mix that included cabbage and other soggy things that burnt the shit out of your chin if they dropped onto it.

Anyway back to the sloppy joe. What’s the go with them? We don’t eat them here but I look at a lot of cooking sites and they show up all the time. As far as I can tell they’re mince on a roll and they always look kind of, well sloppy and messy and hard to eat and I can’t see the appeal of them. So what’s the story behind the sloppy joe? Where did the idea originate, does everyone in the USA really eat them, is there an occasion where you especially eat them and how the hell exactly do you eat them?


Skin the bunny

I always assumed every one grew up knowing about skinning the bunny – but apparently that’s not so.

You see when the weather starts cooling down, Chicken Little has to be clothed before she goes for a walk. It could be a raincoat or a polo neck jumper or maybe even just her rebel t-shirt, it all depends on the day. Trouble is, when she gets back home she won’t let you take it off without attacking, it’s because they all try to do it the wrong way; they try to lift each leg out and fuss about with it when the best way to do it is to just grab the tail end of the damn thing and rip it off.

I said to my husband tonight

You need to skin the bunny.

He just looks at me blankly so I say

Haven’t you ever skinned the bunny?

And he said – no I have not ever skinned a bunny – (slightly horrified) being the city boy that he is.

And I said – didn’t your mother ever say – skin the bunny? But he was still mystified so I thought maybe it was just a country thing.

When I was little, if I ever had a troublesome jumper or top that was giving me grief when I was trying to get it off my mother or father would say – skin the bunny – and I knew it meant to put your arms straight up in the air and they’d grab the bottom and just pull it right up and off.

Because basically that’s the way you skin a bunny.

I have to say though, that over the years I did sustain some nasty injuries to my nose from buttons or zippers that hadn’t been undone as they zoomed by.



I was born and raised in Australia so I’m well aware that we don’t like to waste time or breath on unnecessary syllables but this ad in the local paper made me laugh.

You can’t get much more Australian than this – ANZAC day at the Bero Bowlo, which is the Beresfield Bowling Club.



Deep fried mac and cheese

We don’t really eat mac and cheese here in Australia. Well I don’t and no one else I know does and you don’t see it often in recipe books or magazines so we don’t eat it seriously, not like you guys in the USA seem to. Maybe it’s because we don’t have that yellow cheese here, maybe that’s the secret to a good mac.

However I’m open to new ideas so when I saw a recipe for brie mac and cheese I thought I’d make it. Well it wasn’t very nice and I ended up with bucket loads of it. I don’t eat or cook a lot of pasta so maybe it was the fault of the cook that it was a bit bland but I wasn’t prepared to throw away so much food the next day so I had to decide how to make it more interesting. Having had three kids I knew from experience that a surefire way to get something eaten is to either wrap it in puff pastry and bake it or crumb it and deep fry it so I rolled the mass into balls, double crumbed them then deep-fried them and they were pretty damn good I must say. I still had a lot of the original mix to throw away though – my eaters draw the line at third night leftovers.

brie mac and cheese balls

Cruising: the good, the bad and the boring

I’ve been home for a few days now but I’ve been in bed with a head cold, a throat infection and a weird rash. Now I’m not going to come right out and blame it on ship germs but well, you have to be suspicious. Actually I must say that the ship was very clean and they were all over hygiene. All the eating places had hand sanitiser at the door and the toilets had paper towels to open the doors so you didn’t have to touch the handle then bins to toss them in and they were constantly sweeping up and wiping down. So what I mean is people germs on the ship.

The Good.
I didn’t feel sick at all, in fact I never even felt slightly queasy. I was left thinking that people who do become sea-sick must have some sort of inner ear problem because I just can’t see how people could get as sick as they do.

I didn’t once think that I might die at sea in a ship wreck. Not even when we were in the middle of a massive lightning and thunder-storm in the middle of the night. It was just one of those things that’s so far out of your control that there’s no point worrying about it.

The rooms were a good size – bigger than most motel rooms I’ve been in and it came with a balcony and a good sized bathroom.

The Bad
Just about everything else. The sea is big people and it’s kind of boring, it just goes on and on and on. We went three days before we saw a single thing which ended up being a pod of dolphins and let me tell you it was an exciting moment; you’d of thought people had never seen a dolphin before by the way they were oooing and aaaing over them. Well actually, maybe they hadn’t, who knows where all those passengers came from. Anyway prior to that excitement there was nothing – not a fish or a bird or a turtle or a shark. My nephew told us he saw a shark but I’m pretty sure it was because he missed seeing the dolphins. You missed seeing the dolphins! That’s ok, I saw a shark just before. Says he, nibbling away at his – high tea at sea macarons and cakes.

I can see how/why people love cruising and become addicted to it but it’s just not for me. I felt too confined with too many people – 2600 of them in fact plus the staff. If I could get off the ship every day at a different place I think I could handle it but just being on it day after day would do my head in. I still think one of those river cruises would be nice or one where you flew to Hawaii then went around the islands.

I think you need to like eating a lot to enjoy cruising – you can literally eat for 24 hours a day. A couple walked past me and one said to the other – how many days have we been on this boat and the reply was, I don’t know but we’ve eaten a lot of meals.

They needed more happening throughout the day besides gambling, bingo, 90’s music trivia, a mature age meetup and other such frivolity. They had some good shows on at night and good live music but they needed that happening through the day as well.

We were a group of five adults and two kids and I think it’s good to go with a group as you can always find someone to hang out with if someone else wants to have a lie down or hide for a while. I saw a few party groups on board; a hens party, a 21st party, a 50th party and a wedding anniversary party and I think that could be a fun idea.

But be warned people – drinks are not cheap and according to the information book they put in your room, Australians like to drink. I wish I’d taken that book with me now, they had a list of differences between American and Australian passengers and the number one difference was the amount of alcohol we drink – you pussies. I remember it said that (and I quote) American passengers like to wait until 5pm to start drinking whereas Australians like to start early then keep up a steady pace for the rest of the cruise. LOL. The bar staff must be shaking in their boots waiting for us to arrive. I must say though that they do make excellent cocktails. Terrible coffee though. Apparently (the book told me) they sent the staff to Barista school three times to learn how to satisfy the Australian need for good coffee but I think they need about another two lessons. The other one I remember is lamb – apparently they don’t put lamb on the American cruise menus but we get it and wine is more popular with Australian passengers. Not too popular with me mind you being $13 a glass!!

Don’t worry I didn’t sit around crying all weekend, we had laughs but I can cross it off the list and know that it’s not something I’ll be doing again. Kiss that 18 day cruise to Hawaii goodbye mother. Although now I think about it, my sister (not Emjay) went cruising to Vanuatu and enjoyed it, she said she wouldn’t mind doing another one so there you go, whatever floats your boat.

Christmas conundrum

What does it say about you as a person and a neighbor if you don’t attend the Christmas street party.

Who ever thought these bloody things were a good idea anyway. I don’t mind being neighbourly but I don’t want to be sociable.

It’s very windy here and I’m hoping for rain.

Daily Prompt: The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man

How important are clothes to you? Describe your style, if you have one, and tell us how appearance impacts how you feel about yourself.

Not important at all sums it up. I don’t have a style, or maybe I just don’t have any style. I tend to buy a pair of pants and a few tshirts and then wear them until they’re wrecked then replace then. Besides that I have a funeral outfit and a wedding outfit and a childrens awards presentation outfit. And about fifty singlets, because I don’t feel secure unless I have a singlet on at all times, sometimes two.

I like to have t shirts or tops that no one else has so I have to buy a lot online – I don’t like much that I see in the shops, it all seems like cheaply made rubbish that all looks the same. No doubt I’ll be one of those middle aged women people snicker at and consider inappropriately dressed but I’ve never cared what people thought of me so I can’t imagine I’ll start anytime soon. In fact I seem to becoming more rebellious as I age which is quite exciting because I wasn’t what you’d call conservative in the first place.

I bought a t shirt a few weeks ago that I liked so I went home to research the brand on  line to see if I could buy more and I discovered it was marketed at the 16 to 24 age group. Oops. I said to my friend I think I just officially became mutton. Do people say that anywhere besides Australia?

Mutton dressed as lamb from Urban Dictionary

Middle aged women dressing/acting/pretending like they’re much younger than they actually are.
Often abbreviated to “mutton”.
“So how was last night?” “Terrible, the place full of mutton.” “Mutton?”
“Mutton dressed as lamb.”