Sunday 7 April 2002
Friday night, in true Friday
night fashion, Big-P and I walked down to the local video
store. We wandered around amongst the other "we have
no life" folks and deliberated and ummmed and ahhhed
and finally settled on Cats
and Dogs. We then walked back up the hill and by the time
we got to our favourite, most amazing Malaysian Restaurant
there were queues out on to the street for tables, and a twenty
five minute wait for take away. Usually we would wait the
twenty five minutes because their roti and curry sauce is
worth doing almost anything for but this means sitting outside
the restaurant on a low brick wall while staring up at the
local town hall's clock. This was completely out of the question
last night as some kind gardener had liberally sprinkled dynamic
lifter (a.k.a. blood and bone) all over the small garden beside
the low brick wall, and there is no other was to describe
this smell except as an intense poo odor - so we hightailed
it out of there and ended up at our favourite, most amazing
Japanese restaurant where we ordered gyoza and sashimi (for
Big-P) and Vegetarian Rolls for me (because as a result of
being pregnant I have to avoid all raw meats including sushi!
Between that and no soft cheeses it's going to be a long six
months).
We munched away congratulating
ourselves on our small orders of healthy foods compared to
what we would have had at our favourite Malaysian restaurant,
where we would have invariably ordered copious amounts of
roti and piles of vegetarian mee
goreng or chef's special chicken all swimming in delicious
pools of oil. We felt light and spry as we headed back home
to watch our DVD. After ten minutes of Cats and Dogs I got
really bored. I didn't think it was clever or funny or even
very cute. The beagle had an annoying voice like someone trying
to sound like Michael J Fox but even more annoying (but now
I read that
it was Tobey Maguire and I feel bad for saying that). I got
so bored I decided to bake a yogurt cake for desert. It was
quick and easy and 45 minutes later I cut both Big-P and myself
a rather generous slab and we gobbled away hungrily on hot
steaming cake. After a short break Big-P went to cut us some
more yummo cake and I couldn't believe the size of the slice
he gave me but I managed to eat it all regardless. So we lay
there groaning in agony and when I took our plates into the
kitchen I saw we had devoured half the cake between us. Half
the cake?!
To be fair, it wasn't a huge
cake...
... and hey, I'm pregnant.
I am supposed to be putting on weight... right?
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