Ninniwhat now?

Rejected by a full Sebastian's, wandering the streets of Victoria Park, cold and starving me and my fellow ravenous companion stumbled into the lovely restaurant of Ninnikujip (pronounced Ninny- Coo- Jip), where we went to more for the novelty of the name then anything else...

Ninnikujip is a Japanesse/ Koren restaurant, leaning more to the Korean side of things. It was a tasty restaurant, a bit more expensive then I thought the food called for, but the service was comfortable, in that wow-I-just-want-to-hug-these-people-they're-so-earnest kinda way, and the atmosphere was chic and slick, bright colours and music videos in the corner- and we can forget the kiddies playground- thats right a KIDDIES PLAYGROUND in the corner O.o!!

I got the Ishiyaki Bibimbap- Pork, which (if you don't know your Korean food) is rice, vegetables and sliced pork served up in a stone bowl, there is chilli paste, kimchi, tauge and miso soup on the side/ to mix into the rice as one gigantic delicious pile of protein, carbohydrates, glucose and fat. 

And my ravenous companion (pronounced Fa-th-ur) got the Ishiyaki Bibimbap- Beef, raw egg york included (and yes they really wrote it like that)

And the Father had a preservative free beer, Cape Bouvard... (I wish it were pronounced Cape Boulevard)... sadly I didn't try any, Dark Ales were always a bit too thick for me..  

However I did have the Calpis water (not pronounced cow-piss) it was... interesting... milky and water at the same time... with a taste i can't quite describe- though one of the adjectives would be 'sweet'.  

An interesting restaurant that I am excited to go back to, even just to try and sneak into the kiddy playground that I am far too tall to even worth putting in the effort to not get a concussion.

Taxi xoxo

Oh George!

A few months ago I walked past this restaurant, George's Meze, when on the hunt for some ice-cream . Sadly George didn't have any fattening cold cream, HOWEVER it was put on my list of restaurants to go to because, well, hey I love restaurants and I love greek food, and George is a greek restaurant! So when my sister came for Sydney for 10 days to our lovely little town and I forgot to go shopping, guess where we went for dinner (;

We got the Seafood Claypot pictured below:

It was a bit too fishy for me, but not too bad according to the seafood lovers at the table...

Someone else ordered the Moussaka, a bit plain- but very tasty in a simple way, definitely worth trying.

and finally I had the Snapper- Oh my lordy! it was great- fresh and tasty, the aioli on the side was a bit unnecessary, it added to a flavour that I thought was pretty good by itself.

And to finish off the night some good old greek coffee- I admit I probably chose it because it came in that awesome little coffee maker thing that I really need to learn the name of, more so then the taste as it is sweeter and thicker then I usually take it... but it also came with a small, potent hit of turkish delight that cleaned my palate after wards...

AND! if you're there on a thursday night, as we happened to be, expect two fellas to start being awesome with their stringed instruments, sadly I forgot to take pictures of that ):

Taxi xoxo

Moping around at Melville Markets

To prevent the bad experience I've just had with Melville Markets young padawans, come close and listen. BRING A FUCKING JACKET! it gets freezing! and its not even winter yet! I had to steal my own clothes that I was selling to try and insulate myself. That was a sad, sad day.

Checklist for a successful morning at Melville Markets

1. A warm jacket

.... Not check

2. One (or two) cup of environmentally minded joe

....Check!

3. One crazy friend to keep you awake and help you carry all your shit

....Check!

4. And finally you need all your shit.

Look! its so DARK!!!

...Check!

Phew! now that thats all done, you just have to sit back, not glare at your customers when they don't buy anything, and make up prices at the top of your head, and hello an extra $100 :D

Also remember, don't start randomly singing- people find that scary and will not come into your carpark space ;D Take it from experience. (I can't say the same for if you bring a uke tho... hmmm)

Melville Markets, corner of Stock rd and Canning hwy, at the Coles carpark. $15 for a bay and it starts at 5 am, but some people have been known to sleep there overnight...

Taxi xoxo

it was 'Almost Acoustic'

HQ! Friday night! it was almost acoustic night- and not too fucking bad.

I arrived late so I only got to see West End Riot- seriously if you ever want to see a good show check them out... and I know HQers may hate me for saying this but I think they're the best show that I've seen there, good music ( not as hardcore as usual) but fuck they were funny- even had a special song about the bassist's favourite thing in the world- take a guess what that was :p

The Main Attraction was headlining, because sadly Young Alaska had to pull out ):
But seriously Main Attraction + acoustic FIT! surprisingly so, the leads voice was finally left out in the open to shine- her little 'barbie girl' solo was a particular favourite ;p

check em out

taxi xoxo

L+O+N+D+O+N- Borough Markets

I... am in London. It... is amazing. I... am amazed.

I realise that to some people, such as people that live in London, or around London, or can get to London easily, this is not as amazing. However to me, whom lives in the hot, red, southern Perth, where we have the population density of, like, 5% (maybe an exaggeration I have no idea) this is pretty awesome.

However the flight over, not so much, I do like flying ( really I do) however when its 10+ hours I get a bit sore (doesn't help being 6ft tall either)

But anyway, the other day, after getting a sufficient, maybe slightly longer then healthy sleep, me and my beloved sister went off to Borough Markets. Only one word can describe it "Awesome"

There were mushrooms everywhere, and in so many different varieties! And not only at the Markets, but also just in the local Sainbury's, in Australia we really only have button and field, maybe others if you look harder.

And there was a fish monger, where the fish was so fresh that its didn't smell fishy!

And there was this scary thing staring at us.

And awesome decorations, dead pufferfish...

And the butchers, I have an obsession with butchers... weird huh...

Dried Chillies just chilling out on a door.

and, what are gourd?

over all, if you go to London, go to Borough Markets, I mean, i found pickled garlic- never heard of that before- you can just eat it from the jar!

Serious Musings

You would think that everyone had a time limit, a limit that depended on their actions, their dreams, their lesson to be learnt in life, and maybe it also depended on how their end would affect the people around them, how it would teach them a lesson that would help those people in their lives, the people who glanced, knew, cared or loved them.

A life and death of a beloved could teach you how to be loved, how to be happy, how to love, and in the end how to strengthen yourself and how to move on. These lessons are painful to go through, but what lessons aren't?

Death has been lurking at my doorstep recently, and will come knocking again soon if things continue as they are, which they most likely will. And sometimes it so hard to watch the after effect of his presence, even worse to anticipate his return, all I can hope and wish so much is that in the end it all has a meaning to it- that there is some great lesson to be learnt in the aftermath of so much grief, dread and heartbreak.

Who can see the fairness of a young, 20-something kid falling off his longboard and knocking his head the wrong way, effectively taking out any chance of his long awaited anticipated successful career as a professional longboarder, effectively taking a piece out of the people that knew, cared, loved and needed him in their lives.

Who can see the fairness of knowing that your body is slowly dissolving into ash, that in five years you know that your immune system will kill you? Your youngest child won't even be 10. your eldest won't even be 15.

Where's the fairness in watching your father die at the breakfast table when you were 11 years old, watch your mother die of a stoke covered in bed sores from the amount of time that she was trapped in her bed, only to find out a few months later that you are dying from the same disease that killed your father, realistically you have 2 years to spend with your husband and children, you will never have the pleasure of seeing your children marry, never have the pleasure of meeting your grandchildren, never have the pleasure of growing old with your husband.

None of these people are me, but I belong to the group that can only watch, helpless as the people around you are slowly slipping further and further away from me. I hate being helpless.

Awesome Sauce! Literally, this sauce is awesome...

Just a simple, dessert sauce that in my opinion goes best with plain ol' vanilla ice-cream, it will never steer you wrong.

This sauce is so simple to make, so very very easy that if you didn't try it I would have to condemn you to the lowest, deepest, coldest part of Hell- oh yes thats right, Hell is cold, trust me.

But yes, *ahem* back on topic, Mars Bar Sauce.

What you need:

4 Mars Bars

90ml of double cream

(realistically you can mess with the measurements all you like if you want the sauce thicker on thinner, it all depends on how you like it.)

And the hard part:

Chop up the mars bars, (it'll help with the melting process) and melt them in a double broiler, or just a glass bowl sitting on top of a pot of simmering water.

When the chocolate is all melted and the nougat all gooey gradually add in the cream, stiring the entire time to make sure it doesn't burn at the bottom.

And there you have Mars bar sauce, in absolutely no time, all you need to do now is make sure you have some ice-cream handy

Variations include:

snickers/any other chocolate bar instead of the Mars bars

addition of brandy or a liquor for an extra punch

again realistically this recipe is so simple that you can do anything to it, so do it, give it a try...

taxi xoxo