This week I was mostly getting my hands dirty with actual work. Which was odd. I have taken to planting vegetable in my backyard. Oh happy day. I have planted aubergines, broad beans, chilli plants, basil, and coriander or cilantro as you crazy Americans keep calling it. I would post photos but I am too insecure and worried about green fingered old people telling me I ma doing it wrong. I get enough of that when I go home. But it's all very exciting and left me feeling very at one with old mother earth and all that hippy balls. Saying that I really wanted to be at one with next door's cat. I went out the next morning to bask in my green fingered triumph only to find that a certain fat ginger bastard had done a poo on my aubergine plant. Obviously I went to The Cousin first but assured me he didn't do it.
Brilliant! Just brilliant. I could listen to that chap talking about taters and pertaters all day long. Seriously. I wonder if he has any YouTubes on how to do a Wordpress Install. Heh. But whilst checking out all my growing options I came across this little beauty of a site, "Fuck Yeah Cilantro". As the title suggests it's all about coriander/cilantro. Passion, they has it. Yer man from the YouTube should start his own potato site, "Fuck hell goddamned yeah sirreee Pertaters". Ha! It should be noted that I have a poor track record when it comes to the raising of living things, whether they be plants or animals. The fish tank was a hotbed of death and tragedy on a scale not witnessed since the second world war. But ho hum one must try....
This week I was also mostly stuffing croissants, vegetarian quiches, eclairs - both chocolate and coffee and some weird Grand Marnier choux thingy-ma-jig down my pie hole with uncontrollable haste. There's a new bakery opened near Well Done Towers and I am besotted with it's delectable French fancies and rustic breads. So much so in fact that I fell of my bike on the way home from the Boulangerie yesterday, such was my rush to get inside and let the eating begin, and as I careered towards the ground my only concern was for my box of precious buns and not my head. I got away with a grazed elbow and knee but the buns made it home safe. I am such a fat master.
The funny thing about The Lisburn Road Bakery is the staff. They aren't the usual bakery staff, fat kid in a tabard wearing a hair net, but rather they all look like Apprentice candidates with their million dollar smiles, lovely hair, crisp white shirts and stockbroker ties. But they seem much nicer than Apprentice candidates and none of them look like back stabbing egomaniacs who would push over and old lady just to get ahead.
Next week I shall mostly be having a heart attack.....probably.
Have a good weekend.