Bill made us these awesome egg cups.

Massaman curry from scratch.

The bugger shat himself.

Serves him right for hanging out on my oven door. You loiter, you will be baygoned.

Hot Cross Buns for Anzac Day

This year, it so happened that i was shoveling whale and foie gras into my gob while you were munching on bunny ears, or matza if you were less lucky. Upon my return from Nihon, I spotted the Easter edition of Gourmet Traveller sparkling in my pile of mail and figured that now i have more than a bar fridge and humidifier at my disposal, I would give these puppies a crack. My Apple and Cinnamon Hot Cross  Buns were awesome. The kneading and resting and expanding took their freaking time, but they only required 20 mins in the oven and after a quick slop of apple-lemon-cinnamon-syrup, all my Easters had come at once. And dad, as the cross part was made out of plain flour and water, I can also say i also had a nominal Pesach.

Keep your dirty hands off my Domo-Kun.

I actually have a spare brown towel nearby so no one puts their grubby hands on my new towel.

A kissing diary is far more appropriate then a pube diary (I think?)

I know some people who used to keep a pube diary. These people were male (obviousIy) and had a well planned technique whereby they would pocket a sample mid-poke as an 'acquisition' trophy and stick it in a notebook with some brief annotation. Ew.

I used to have a kissing diary, essentially a log book where i listed all of my snogs and their attributes.

There was Darryl, kiss #1 who got me to my bedroom at age 13 under the pretense he wanted to see my collection of TV Week posters, and then jumped my bones. Little did he know that the watermarks on Jason Donovan's mouth were attributed to my years of practice.

There was boy#3NYE96 (can't remember his name, but he was the 3rd boy I pashed on a wayward new years at Portsea back beach. May have been a Xavier boy, if i recall correctly) who stuck his tongue up my nose rather then my mouth. Lack of experience/education or alcohol? I'm not sure. The main thing i recall from the incident was my help-i'm-being-raped air-compression squealer (that my dad armed me with for protection) went off went he tried to get to my privates. Certainly got everyone's attention, and had anyone had the malice/foresight to document the spectacle, it would've made the perfect submission for the www.getcloseup.com website which just launched last week. It’s a clever new campaign for the toothpaste brand, Closeup and it's aimed at Gen Y kiddies who are not adverse to a touch of PDA, be it with their BF, GF, BFF or a combination of the three. So if you have any younger siblings/cousins/friends etc, flick them the link. They can either upload an existing pic or get intimate for their web cams. Get to it people! Mwa!

Dinner at Makoto's

We got the attention of Makota, Myko and Masaie while pouring tempura sauce onto our rice in Kyoto. They thought we were excellent company/entertainment and invited us round for dinner at their home in Yokohama, Tokyo. When we arrived, the sushi was laid out in the shape of an 'N' for Nicole and 'D' for Donald. Classic. The meal was very educational; I finally found out the correct way to position myself over a squat toilet. After my incident earlier in Hakone, I had felt somewhat incompetent, but i was reassured that it was the toilet, not me.

 

Watashi no kutsu wa kawaii desu.

I haven't had much success with clothes in Japan. Although they have a particular 'fashion' going down here i.e. rara skirts and hot pants with mega heels and boots a maternity tops, it's not a look i could a) pull off and b) get away with in Oz. Their trainers however are another story. They have the cutest shoes ever and they are so much cheaper than in Australia. These were AU$75! I will be the talk of the town when i get home. I will also be Clean & Clears acne model for 2010.