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Overnight on early Friday morning, Sept 19, as I was in the air to Sydney, my dear cat
of 19 years passed away from old age. I only just missed her by about 14
hours. She was obtained at a town fair as the best kitten in a litter that
was being given away, some time back in October 1984.
After a long and lazy life, eating food and polishing floors with her gut, she finally succumbed to old age. I last saw her in January 2003, where she was in somewhat better health.
Spotted stepping off a train today in Hilversum - a latin looking girl complete with tan and a tatoo just above her bum in large letters that read Made in Brasil. Clever.
I haven't been pulled over for an alcohol breath test in years, not since Sydney, where it's pretty much expected once in a while. Last night in Hilversum they diverted a whole street and were testing everyone, and I was one too. Not random here...everyone. I'm used to winding the window down to blow. This time I had to take my helmet off as on was on the moped.
I passed of course.
I'm currently reading The Analyst by John Katzenbach. Excellent reading, a riveting thriller/mystery. It's hard to put it down, but I also want to savour the enjoyment.
Read it.
Perhaps the most popular chocolate biscuit in Australia is the venerable Tim Tam. Best described as a slab of chocolate, sandwiched between two chocolate biscuit bases, then dipped in chocolate, they are loved by all Aussies. Millions of women also cherish them dearly on a monthly cycle, due to their chocolate content, widely believed to exceed international daily recommendations.
Unless you're Aussie, you may not realise that there is a correct way to eat the Tim Tam. You don't just eat it like any other biscuit! To savour it fully, there is a method known as the Tim Tam suck. This maximises flavour, stickyness and overall satisfaction by taking advantage of the porous nature of the delicacy. The correct protocol for the Tim Tam suck is as follows:
I've yet to find anyone who doesn't love them. No matter what part of the world they are from, my little supply here never fails to create another addict. I feel like a crack dealer.