How to eat your way to happiness...

Feeling peckish?

Preparation and cooking time: 10 minutes.

Take your bread of choice and cut a decently thick slice. Lightly toast your bread on both sides.
While bread is toasting, chop sufficient pickled onion to form a layer over the bread, and enough colby-style cheese to thickly cover the bread and onion. [*]
Remove toasted bread and top with a little cracked pepper, followed by the onion, and finally the cheese.
Place cheesy onion toast under and nicely hot grill. Wait 5 minutes.
Remove chese and onion toast, cut it in half and allow to cool slightly.
Eat your hard labour and die of foodie pleasure.


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* Proper pickled onions must be used. Little brown onions marinating in wine vinegar and whole spices, not those scary white/green/red ones, ok?

Ocean dreams

This is home, at least part of it. I grew up 10 minuts from the beach, 5 minutes to the river. There's not much I miss about home: Tweed Heads isn't the most happening town. But I do miss the water, and the mountains on the horizon. My parents are still there, in the house I grew up in, that my dad built before I was born. If they weren't there, I never go back.

It's a surfie town, marking the end of the Gold Coast. Growing up wasn't much fun for a socially awkward geek kid, which I very much was. The main forms of entertainment on the Coast include binge drinking, surfing, and getting stoned. And that's just the boys! For the girls, it's binge drinking, discussing how hot the guys are, bikini posing and getting stoned! And Tweed is the quiet end, away from all the night clubs, and shopping centres with their own post-codes. Thank Gods!

The culture aside though, home can be beautiful. If you blot out the hell of decaying suburbia, and just focus on the edges, it's spectacular. The coastline with its white sand surf beaches and volcanic headlands, the hinterland with magnificent mountains and rainforest, and linking them together the blue, lazy river. That's the part of my childhood I miss! Disappearing for hours with the dog, wandering the coastline, summers measured by the tides, and back-flips off the jetty. And I miss seeing the ocean sometimes, notice the lack of salt tang in the air. And I think there was a certain freedom in coastal living that you don't see here in the city.

One day I'd like to live near the ocean again, in the hills that finge our eastern seaboard. Though my kind of coastline isn't shadowed by high-rises, but more wild. I love walking wild beaches while the sea growls at the shore and the sky snarls overhead ,listening to stormy seas slamming into wild headland, and when the water's calm, rock pools to explore with zoological zeal! But that ocean exists only within my head for now. And in my dreams I still listen to the sea...

It's a magical leoplurodon Charlie!

Charlie the Unicorn's Adventures

This 4 minute video might just seem weird on first viewing. It certainly is quite random, but highly amusing. Don't like it the first time? Then show it to someone else, and whatch them while that watch it: hilarity guaranteed! It just gets funnier every time! Fried gold.

It will show us the way!

N.B. Alcohol or THC consuption may enhance viewing experience