Breakfast Tips

TRADITIONAL BEDOUIN WEDDING FEAST

A filling breakfast to satisfy the largest appetite; best served in a tent in the Sahara. (Serves up to 250)

You will need:
1 medium camel.
1 medium North African goat.
1 spring lamb.
1 large chicken.
1 egg.
450 cloves of garlic.
1 bail of fresh coriander.

1 Take the prepared chicken and stuff with the egg, which should be hard boiled, and pad out with coriander.

2 Stuff the lamb with the chicken.

3 Stuff the goat with the lamb.

4 Stuff the camel with the goat. A pre-prepared camel is rather more convenient - don't be afraid to ask your butcher. Spike with the garlic, and brush with butter before cooking.

5 Spit-roast over a charcoal fire in an arid desert area for best results.

Breakfast Tips

TRADITIONAL BEDOUIN WEDDING FEAST

A filling breakfast to satisfy the largest appetite; best served in a tent in the Sahara. (Serves up to 250)

You will need:
1 medium camel.
1 medium North African goat.
1 spring lamb.
1 large chicken.
1 egg.
450 cloves of garlic.
1 bail of fresh coriander.

1 Take the prepared chicken and stuff with the egg, which should be hard boiled, and pad out with coriander.

2 Stuff the lamb with the chicken.

3 Stuff the goat with the lamb.

4 Stuff the camel with the goat. A pre-prepared camel is rather more convenient - don't be afraid to ask your butcher. Spike with the garlic, and brush with butter before cooking.

5 Spit-roast over a charcoal fire in an arid desert area for best results.

I are bored

This does not bode well. As I type, it is not yet 11 am and I am bored out of my skull.

Although I do have things to do, I am having a great deal of trouble motivating myself to be even slightly interested in them; I guess I shall just have to bite the bullet and get on with things, but…

I am hoping that I get few to no phone calls today, as I have my natty Network Walkman with me, and whilst it is, as yet, far less stocked with music than my old Jukebox, it still has over 1,200 tracks on it, which should keep me going on shuffle. I suspect that a large portion of the weekend will be taken up in adding yet more music to it. I have to stay in tomorrow morning anyway, as we are (or rather I am; DT sans LJ is off doing RPG -involving, apparently, handcuffs - and then familial duties, and will most likely be absent until Tuesday) taking delivery of two futon sofa beds from Argos (in theory at least). This means that we shall actually have somewhere for people to sit, and to sleep if they crash over in any quantity.

The time now is 12.04. I have been distracted for a while with various bits and pieces which have consumed just over an hour, but which have consistently failed to engage my interest. C'est la vie, I suppose.

I have that edgy feeling which suggests that I should be up and a-doing; unfortunately, being stuck here at my desk rather precludes that, although I shall be able to sneak out for a wander at lunchtime. By the time I actually have the freedom to do something, the energy will have dissipated, and I shall be in the mood to do little else than lollop in front of the telly and turn my brane to mush.

In times gone by, and in a different lifetime, I should have been out huntin' and shootin'. Maybe polishing the butler and alphabetizing the staff. Time to trim the gardener, perhaps.

Roll on the weekend.

I are bored

This does not bode well. As I type, it is not yet 11 am and I am bored out of my skull.

Although I do have things to do, I am having a great deal of trouble motivating myself to be even slightly interested in them; I guess I shall just have to bite the bullet and get on with things, but…

I am hoping that I get few to no phone calls today, as I have my natty Network Walkman with me, and whilst it is, as yet, far less stocked with music than my old Jukebox, it still has over 1,200 tracks on it, which should keep me going on shuffle. I suspect that a large portion of the weekend will be taken up in adding yet more music to it. I have to stay in tomorrow morning anyway, as we are (or rather I am; DT sans LJ is off doing RPG -involving, apparently, handcuffs - and then familial duties, and will most likely be absent until Tuesday) taking delivery of two futon sofa beds from Argos (in theory at least). This means that we shall actually have somewhere for people to sit, and to sleep if they crash over in any quantity.

The time now is 12.04. I have been distracted for a while with various bits and pieces which have consumed just over an hour, but which have consistently failed to engage my interest. C'est la vie, I suppose.

I have that edgy feeling which suggests that I should be up and a-doing; unfortunately, being stuck here at my desk rather precludes that, although I shall be able to sneak out for a wander at lunchtime. By the time I actually have the freedom to do something, the energy will have dissipated, and I shall be in the mood to do little else than lollop in front of the telly and turn my brane to mush.

In times gone by, and in a different lifetime, I should have been out huntin' and shootin'. Maybe polishing the butler and alphabetizing the staff. Time to trim the gardener, perhaps.

Roll on the weekend.