Just like that...

Oh Joy to the world. Blogger now saves drafts automatically. But that apart this bit of blogger has been neglected by author and audience alike as the weekly updates from sitemeter inform me and the occasional sojourn into Google Analytics reaffirms. Now Google Analytics has a new and hitherto undiscovered version that I need to analyze once I have the time and bandwidth but as of now I know someone in East Anglia read my blog. I thank you, friend.

I wasn't going to post, the way things are going, but when I came to know that people's early morning bowel movements were loosely connected to what I wrote or rather whether I wrote, things change from hobby to moral and intestinal responsibility. At this point I'm tempted to say that those who can blog and those who can't photo blog, but I won't be mean and instead hopefully just generate drool and other such Pavlovian reflexes.
Will probably write when I have something funny to say, till then here's a taste of last week's bruschetta and a little more.

Drool.
Provoloni and Pepperoni on fresh Ciabatta Bread

The aforementioned bread with olives, fresh tomatoes and basil. And a hint of the 70% chocolate.


"All the better to eat them with..."

Adios amigos, till next time where hopefully I'll have a happy review of Pirates III and some news about where I'll be doing my Neurosurgery.

Green?

This was supposed to be a post filled with pictures of great food and a detailed description of each ingredient and the process that ultimately leads to fried mozzarella with salsa, fresh ciabatta bread with olive tapenade, fresh basil, provolone cheese and tomato and pepperoni slices. With the not very dry but still good Jacob's Creek Chardonnay. And the 70% cocoa chocolate.
Needless to say the food and drink got over before I realised that my initial intentions, albeit good were forgotten in the hedonism of atherogenic food.
Then I slept.
Now awake, all I can do is gloat with my cup of coffee and offer little tips.
Buy bread crumbs and frequently practice crumb-frying. It's a skill that can and will come of assistance when all else fails.
The keys to good salsa are coriander (or cilantro if you prefer) and believe it or not Cumin (jeera, you katpadi). But tomatoes being anemic at this time of the year throwing in some prepackaged puree is a good idea if one is mildly anal about the redness of it all.
Olives. Anytime, any place, anywhere. Beware the pre-pressed variety that has the oil and the life has been squeezed out of it. Those aren't worth the brine they're soaked in.
What else? Bread should be fresh and if consumption is contemplated with all the above flavours, stick to a single grain bread. Weird grains, as Calvin has said, sometimes adds a conflicting taste to the food.
I want to leave it all get paid by travel and living (which apparently has a show called Wife-Swap, and which unfortunately is not what I think it is) and do an Oliver's Twist like show for them.
Well, not really but it would be close behind NeuroSurgery in the Grand Scheme of things.

And then some...

It's the end of the world when I've had nearly unlimited access to a keyboard, a monitor and broadband for a few days and I haven't found anything to post about. Or just not posted. Laziness isn't something I want the blog to be a victim of. So here I am wonderfully happy at home albeit my last day. I was here for a short holiday on account of Mr D's taking the big plunge. We wish him and his pretty bride a long fruitful happy married life.
And on that note we also realize that we have little else to say and shall take up valuable screen space with pictures and cartoons as follows.

When wet cement signs should bark...

Birds on wires...


On a movie I wanted to but never could see...


The cartoon is from a vicious online comic site - xkcd. google it. and while at it also take a peek at sinfest and cyanide and happiness.

Peace and back to the grind.