Brazilian Feijoada
( published Thursday, 29th November 2001 )

Hi All,

Cooking time yesterday eve. Good old mummy recipe ( mummy as in English "mother", Jura, not Egyptian corpse, OK?????? ), red kidney beans, onions, garlic, tomato, carrots, pork meat, Portuguese sausage, laurel, etc...

So let's clear the kitchen table, and display all the ingredients first ( this guy is a meticulous person ). Let's get organised here, the beans have soaked 24 hours in water, so they're ready to be cooked...Let's start chopping the onions, and take out the meat I bought the other day from the fridge....Puuaaahhhh, what a smell, sorry Alex, what day was "the other day"? Karine has to run out of the kitchen...The cats funnily enough are attracted by the 2 kilos ( that's about 4 pounds for you Brits, sorry don't know it in Euros, :o) ) of dead, rotten???, meat....BIN !!

Well, no cooking tonight then, I guess instead of a nice Brazilian Feijoada, we'll go for a Mexican Chili con Carne instead tomorrow evening...and salad tonight!!!

Have a nice day


The other night I was invited out for a night with the guys. I told my wife that I would be home by midnight... "Promise!" Well, the hours passed quickly and the beer was going down way too easy. At 3am, drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times. Quickly, I realised she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for having such a rapid, witty solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict. The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her 12 o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Got away with that one, I thought! Then she told me we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her why, she said, "Well, last night it cuckooed 3 times, then said, 'oh fvck,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more.... then farted."

Thanks Darren, my "mass joke provider"