I don’t get it. I really don’t.

No, NOT the almighty power of pussies! Perv.That I already know..:P

Why do cats kill and bring their prey back to their owners? Docile little things will haul all sorts of critters and non-critters back home in their blood drenched state and look expectantly up at their owners..like as if they are waiting for you to kiss their bloody little mouth and say “Clever pussy!”

Bacon told me with pride that our darling Tetley has managed to drag a dead mouse into the house and proudly presented it to him when he got in the door. And being Bacon, that sorhai said to the cat,” Awww, darling you brought me a dead mouse…how clever..aren’t you my darling little pussy?”

Eh, you are not supposed to encourage them to KILL other animals and critters ok.And Bacon even spent the next 15 minutes tickling the pussy, much to its joy. Actually, I don’t mind if my house never becomes rat-infested, but don’t have to show off rite?

Anyway, this is not the first occasion Tetley had killed a prey and brought it home. Two years ago, Tetley brought Bacon a dead blackbird on his birthday. Yeah I know, like super powerful right? I can almost imagine the blackbird tied with a bright red ribbon….

Happy Birthday Bacon!!Pussy loves you!! mwah mwah..here’s a dead little black birdy for you..

Gross.

But I’m proud to say that our little black cat is not the only cat displaying alarming vainness in their preying skills.All other cat owners that I know complain of the same thing.

I miss Tetley’s warm snuggles..:(. He would’ve been the perfect pet if he was a dog like YC’s adorable Luna…

I think I’ve mentioned that I was in the UK for a wedding..yep, the wedding of Mr & Mrs Dylan Owen. A night of cheesy music and endless drinks..chased down by yummy cake and a too-mild curry

It’s bizzare how every time I land in UK, I’m off on my groggy jet lagged stage to a wedding the very next day. There seems to be people that I only meet during weddings, and that’s bizzare as well…because I just did not have enough time ‘out’ of a wedding!

Some so-hais(sillies) caught on camera:

Jason being dumbo

He’s single, girls.And out on the hunt

Bob the Table

Me & Sarah

Bob & Emm

Father & the Bride

And lastly…the most embarrasing of all…

Mrs owen wanted to look hot….hey, it’s HER wedding..I can only oblige..

The bride, being a creative arty person, made her own bouquet out of beads and wires and small little brooches from the same material as buttonholes. Absolutely lovely and definately a twist on tradition.The first picture with the candles is her bouquet..not the candles,you moron,the beaded thinga-ma-jig

Congratulations, Dylan & Jo! May your life be filled with all the happiness and joy that has made you man & wife!

I tell you, this moo. I have held this back for some time because I don’t want to seem like copying him..but I wanted to blog about Burger King/Hungry Jacks too!!!

Pfft! Somehow like not so fun already….

Got bacon ok…don’t play play. REAL bacon from pig….not like the imitation beef bacon that saturates the Malaysian bacon market

See? It’s real! They actually serve BACON in burger king!!Yeah yeah, I know it’s even the same goddamed burger that Marcus had, Double cheeseburger with Bacon.Didn’t copy him ok…I had that on saturday and his blog came out on sunday.

I remember a comment on marcus’ post re: Mushroom Swiss Burger…Yummm-meee!Don’t seem to have that in UK but definately in my neighbourhood burger king.Absolutely delicious with it’s layer of melted mozzarella cheese and sliced mushrooms, a must-try.

Yah, this is like a super pointless post…other than the fact that bacon IS served as food out of Malaysia

It is 17 days, 14 hours, 13 minutes and 28 seconds until 13 November 2005 when I officially move to Leeds,UK.

or:

422 hours
25333 minutes
1520008 seconds

I can’t wait!!!

There’s nothing I love more than a proper Sunday Roast dinner. Usually consisting of roast beef/turkey, mash, veggies, gravy and of course, the not to be missed Yorkshire staple, the Yorkshire pudding.

More like a burnt piece of pastry than choc pudding or even rice pudding, I have had it only twice before in my life, both times made by The ex-bf, the so-called greatest chef in Malaysia with his own restaurant to boot. Then I discovered the UK and all hell went loose.

Back to Sunday Dinners…

Oops, wrong picture..

First Sunday I was there we popped over to the Spindle Tree, which serves platters of Sunday dinners. It really drives me bonkers when lunch is called dinner in UK. I mean, they call dinner tea! I was invited over for tea at one of Si’s friends’ place….at 7.30pm. Of course I was expecting a cuppa and some sandwiches and biscuits!! How odd to be serving tea at dinner time. But what ended up being served was wasta pasta…grrr.

Ok, I digress..back to my yummy foody

A platter-full of meats, veggies, spuds and the infamous yorkshire pudding…throw in some horseradish (I’m really into that as well) and you have a great meal!

….as you can see the Bacon digging in with relish…or rather, horseradish.Yeah I know…lame joke.Bah

A well-fed couple is a happy couple

As this is a Sunday thingy, I insisted on Sunday dinners again the day I left…and we poped over to Roundhay Fox, located right opposite the huge Roundhay Park north of Leeds.

Bacon golfing with a wooden ladle..

Served with a pig in blanket, veggies, yorkshire pud, two sort of potatoes and an array of sauces.

Amongst this delicious platter, their cheddar mash was to die for!!!!! Mash with baked with cheddar cheese, it’s got this crispy baked cheese top to it that is out of the world! This is the first time that I finished my potatoes…yummm.

More of the same in turkey.

Well-fed and happy again!
After that amazing dinner/lunch, we were too full to just go right back to the car, so went for a stroll at Roundhay park

I bloody love autumn..

Look at them colors…I can’t help it..I know this post is supposedly about yorkshire pudding and Sunday dinners but I need to camwhore..sorry.

It’s so pretty!! *claps hands in a bimbostic manner*

Apparently this is used to feed the horses of tired travellers…

The past few days have been so insane over at Marcus’!! I think it’s time to start talking about something else other than that imbecile pink blob…which is frankly pissing me off. But strangely enough, what pisses me off is more is the fact that her legion of ignorant fans are flaming and blaming the bloggers, not that pinkie

I am so sick of repeating myself, but the stupid comments that Marcus gets just really gets on my nerves!!!

OK, back to regular programming.

Boss in town…no time to blog..hope to be back tomorrow.

Weekends in Fresno are always invariably filled with visits to Hometown Buffet…the heart and soul of american-style pig-outs. I’m invariably addicted to their potroast…every sunday I will pile my plate mile high with rice pilaf and potroast…ignoring everything else.

This soon became a hassle as they only serve potroast for dinner..so I collected all the recipies that I could find of american potroast and fiddled around. Conclusion? My signature dish of Potroast Au Vin.

I know I’ve promised loads of people that I’d make it for them one fine day when I have full reign of my kitchen…somehow, we never had time. So, in my housewife-ness frenzy…I tried impressing the Bacon with my signature dish.

Inggredients:
1 full bottle of red wine
Onion soup mix
OXO beef cube
One huge chunk of beef
Garlic
bouquet garni
Stew veggies (carrots, swede,potatoes,celery,onions ect)

Here we go!

Stud the beef with peeled garlic cloves.Make indentation all over the chunk and randomly stuff the garlic in. Then heat up a pan and and sear the beef.

When it’s nicely browned on both sides, transfer it into a slow cooker for it to continue cooking. Add vegetables in at this point…although I keep the swede and potatoes for later as they tend to disintergrate too quickly.

Don’t have a slow cooker? Then use a huge pot…but you need to keep stirring to make sure it doesn’t burn.

Saute your onions before adding them in!

Pour in enough wine to cover to veggies and beef. Sprinkle the onion soup mix on top and the beef cube is left to disintergrate on it’s own in the bubbling wine.

Okay…now step away and leave it alone! Let the wine do the job…go for a fag or pop down to the pub…

The longer you cook it, the better it always is…if possible, leave it cooking in it’s own juices for 5 hours at least…the melt-in-your-mouth texture of the beef is to kill for. Of course, always make sure you keep adding wine to it so it wouldn’t dry up.

After the 2nd hour of slow cooker treatement, mix some cornflour/flour with water and pour it in to thicken the gravy..

Ta-da! Notice how the gravy had evaporated and thicken to almost half? You can always add more wine for a more intense flavour, or more water so you wouldnt smell like a drunk after eating it.

I know it doesn’t look as pretty as my other dish…but it’s absolutely delicious. Made especially for alcoholics, try replacing the wine with beer for Potroast au biere.

Then is Morley where my heart is?

Morley, which had been around for about a thousand years and mentioned in the Domesday book. Morley, the very same town where charity shops abound….you name it, you’ve got it; from Breast Cancer, Old Age, Multiple Sclerosis….

Where autumn brings a change of colors..

And the local fruit and veg. shop is a perpetual blend of colors and shapes…

Bargins abound in Morley Market …

And local bakeries stock the cutest food..

Which are then fed to my favourite cat…

And the advent of autumn brings hope of new beginnings