MacGyver’s blog would probably also feature things like cooking a feast for your friends with whatever is in your fridge and garage, a tutorial on how your scarf, mascara and iPhone cover can help you escape a broken down lift, and ten ways your braided friendship bracelets could save your life. I do love me some D.I.Y.
DIY One, DIY Two-Five.
This weekend’s ghost tour post coming just now.
PS. I made curtains out of scarves. You can too!
So I can’t cook. Let’s not sugar coat it (hee hee), I just really can’t at all. Not even in a ‘I can make a few basic dishes’ way because I can’t, really, not at all. I have a shelf of beautiful recipe books, some of them not even written by Jamie Oliver, two fairly decent frying pans and a gorgeous cheese grater but no amount of pretty kitchen dressing can hide the fact that Jacqui and Ryan borrowed all of my knives and forks for a dinner party and I didn’t realise they were gone for two weeks. It’s that bad.
Terrible culinary skills aside, eating is another story. And eating in another country is another another story. At home, wasabi is risqué, but out there in the world my tongue becomes like Bear Grilles, ready for anything. And so, to Thailand where the only Western food we ate was a one time Burger King stop at two in the morning. The rest of the time our stomachs were filled with sticky rice and green noodles and eel and curry, one cricket and duck and prawns, oh sweet Macgyver, the prawns.
Here is some of it in pictures:
Loving Thai Rice
Prawns the size of Chickens
Lobster the size of two Chickens. Covered in Melted Cheese. Yes, Melted Cheese.
Dunkin Doughnuts, awakening the chubby teenager within.