the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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07:11 + 29.03.2008 = colcannon.
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i've been making swedish pizzas at home as of late.
thinner-than-thin crust, check.
1/2 the sauce, check!
unusual toppings, check!!
wednesday was chicken curry with bananas, fennel-poached raisins, onions and pineapple. and surprisingly enough, the mozzarella-as-cheese wasn't nearly the problem i had imagined it would be.
last night, steak and eggs pizza!
i think when or if i ever do open my pan-neo-scandic restaurant... i'll have to invest in a pizza oven. [and already, with the hole-in-the-wall cheap,greasy breakfast sidebar... my restaurant is having severe identity crisis.] [[i won't even get into how badly i want to incorporate colcannon into the menu.]]
i just wish i weren't allergic to crustaceous shellfish. the day i found out that i AM able to eat mussels and periwinkles, however, was a GOOD day.
and this is all neither here nor there.
i'm just up a little early before work and these are the things going through my head.
my reoccuring top chef dreams are back.
i made it to 9th cut last night; needless to say, the judges were not impressed with my swedish/irish fushion food.
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