Bust out the bubbly, it’s Awards Night!

November 14, 2010 · 79 comments

In theory, what’s not to like about awards presentations? The air is thick with potential joy and disappointment, cut through with regular applause and the occasional whistle or “GO MACCA!”, everyone is scrubbed up and looking their best, you might get to take home a shiny new certificate or possibly even a cheque (a giant cheque? Oh god I hope I am given a giant cheque one day), and there is generally some sort of catering provided.

In reality however they tend to drag on forever, the seating is often uncomfortable or you get stuck sitting next to someone irritating (Macca’s father, who has greased up his mullet for the special occasion and keeps clicking his teeth),  you have to madly dash from work to make yourself half presentable before madly dashing to the presentation, and the catering often consists of greasy spring rolls and rubbery calamari that is impossible to bite through and thus renders you speechless as you have to stick the entire thing in your mouth and chew it as quickly as possible.

I’ve been lucky enough to have been given a number of awards and tags over the past few months without having to cop a mouthful of rubbery squid, and I’d really like to thank the fabulously photographically talented Nancy of Spicie Foodie for passing on Happy 101, Sunshine and Beautiful Bloggers awards to me (in May! I’m terrible) and a One Lovely Blog Award more recently. Thanks also to my Scrabble sister Hannah of Wayfaring Chocolate for passing her Kreativ Blogger and Beautiful Blogger awards to me. Finally, thank you to the Québécoise Queen Evelyne of Cheap Ethnic Eatz for sneaking up behind me in a game of blogger tag.

I wasn't always the winner you now know me as - this fabulous haircut and brown dress combo somehow failed to secure me a prize in the local baby photo competition back in the day.

Given that I’ve already inflicted 7 random facts about myself, and 10 things that make me happy upon you, I’ll skip straight to Evelyne’s questions:

1. What do you refuse to eat?

Well, I guess it’s pretty obvious that I don’t eat beef, but it’s not so much a matter of refusing to eat it and more a matter of knowing I’m not going to enjoy eating it so I refrain from doing so. I think I could pretty clearly state that I would refuse to eat a spider, no matter how much coconut you rolled it in.

2. What is the most ethnic dish you have ever made?

My first thought was my surprisingly deliciously successful attempt at making baklava but then I looked up definitions of “ethnic” and according to Princeton’s WordNet it can mean “heathen – not acknowledging the God of Christianity and Judaism and Islam”, so a more appropriate answer may be the leavened bread products I’ve probably made during passover, every possible piggy dish that has been through my kitchen, and all the seitanic dinners for sinners I have made over the years.

3. Salt or sweet?

This question isn’t fair! Both, please. Sometimes simultaneously.

4. What kitchen gadget can you not live without?

Go go gadget knife!

Not gadgety enough? Does my stand mixer qualify? It has buttons so I think it must. Unless you’re a particular breed of masochist, a stand mixer is a necessary component of any baker’s kitchen Otherwise after a few rounds of macarons you might end up like this…

5. Last restaurant you ate at?

A brand newy – La Fiorentina in the city. Mate V and I somehow managed to while away a glorious three hours there on Friday having the most leisurely lunch I’ve enjoyed for a long time. Blog post to come!

6. Where would you like to live if you could move anywhere in the world?

I’ve made little secret of my love affairs with Montréal and Melbourne, and could very happily live in either. Given the winter weather in both of these places you could argue I do indeed have a touch of masochism in me. I might need to add a little caveat that an annual end-of-winter jaunt to warmer climes is required.

7. What is your next blog about?

Even with my possible masochistic tendencies, unless I succeed in cloning myself I have no plans to start up another blog. Building a cloning machine is currently under building a magical teleportation device in my list of things to do, so this may not be for a while.

8. Do you have pets? Do they eat human food?

Sadly, I am pet free, despite my housemate exclaiming “let’s get a puppy!!” every time one is shown on TV. The closest thing to a pet would be my plants, which mostly consist of human food given that they are largely vegetables and herbs. I’m not aware of any cannibalism amongst them.

(Edit: Okay, I’ll tell you the sad truth – I DO have a cat, he’s called Smasher and he’s the most awesome cat ever. He only has one eye. He’s hardcore. The sad part is that I had to give him up for adoption when I moved to Perth, though luckily my parents were equally awesome enough to take up the responsibility and thus he didn’t even have to change his last name.)

I will now set my own 8 questions and select 8 lucky contestants to answer them if they are so inclined. I thought I’d choose some of the blogs I’m enjoying that I have only relatively recently stumbled across, who are (in no particular order, with no eyeroll inducing ad break halfway through):

Ladies, if you are indeed so inclined, sharpen your 2B pencils and colour in the appropriate little circles to answer these…

  1. What is your first memory?
  2. What is the dish that you most often eat?
  3. What were you doing this time yesterday?
  4. Are you a runner? (oooh, a question more polarising than Spano! (“the man with the eyes that POLARISE”, for those unfamiliar with the terrible early 90s TV ads that YouTube is failing to give me any satisfaction on)
  5. What are your thoughts on food at sporting events?
  6. What was the first, or last, band that you saw live?
  7. Did you ever, or do you still currently, wear bike pants?
  8. If you could have any drink at all right now (disregarding any possible calorie/money/hangover concerns) what would it be?

Now, quite often while preparing for a special awards night, nominees and/or their arm candy will disappear off somewhere for a bit of pampering and a makeover. Given this flurry of awards I thought it was time to send my little blog off for a bit of a makeover – he said he was just having a little change in colour scheme but the head(er) transplant really threw me when I went to pick him up from the airport. It’s amazing what they can do these days.

Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re off to the after party. Don’t wait up.


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