Salad of Champions
11/12/2010
The girl can make amazing meals, that’s for sure. Baby spinach, fresh asparagus, shoots of some description, prosciutto (wow, I spelled that right), parmesan and a delicious balsamic/mustard dressing.
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The girl can make amazing meals, that’s for sure. Baby spinach, fresh asparagus, shoots of some description, prosciutto (wow, I spelled that right), parmesan and a delicious balsamic/mustard dressing.

This morning I caught up with an old friend and former boss for breakfast and a coffee at Tusk, in Chapel Street – an old favourite of ours.
As always, the service and food at Tusk is excellent, and its owner Francis is a huge car nut – drives a BMW M3, if I recall.
The last time I saw Gordy was back in May, so it was great to catch up with him again.

Were delicious.
I was also amused to see that an attempt to upload an image to Facebook from my friend Kev’s iPad was foiled by Apple’s reticence to just give people what they want, and the surprising absence of a dedicated Facebook app. Isn’t that company worth more than, like, Mars?


@ Match, Melbourne.

My friend Jasmine’s little boy Eduardo turned four on Friday, and today a bunch of us headed down to the stunning Queen’s Park in Moonee Ponds. It was a beautiful 25 degrees celsius today, maybe even warmer, and the weather held out all afternoon.
I’ve still got the Golf R that we tested yesterday, so I used that to pick Jasmine and Dardo up today. Of course, Jas neglected to mention that she’d blown up a packet of balloons before I arrived, so we had to squeeze those into the car too!
Dardo loved it – although he loves any car trip, since they make so few of them.

Yesterday we took these three fantastic cars out to the hills out past Healesville, about two hours east of Melbourne’s CBD.
You’ll have to wait for our review in the coming weeks to see which one we all preferred, but it’s safe to say that we all settled on the same car.

Every now and then, some friends and I get together to roll a truckload of mince beef up in bacon, bake it, and eat it.
There is no explanation for this phenomenon. And, yes, I know: that looks like a big, disgusting larvae of some description.