Break Update

So it's Saturday already, the second last day of the four-day holiday. I've been cooking and eating much more variety than my past spells of instant noodles, curried eggs with chapatthi and sambal tumis. My latest addiction - home baked fries. Peel and cut a potato into sixteen wedges, toss in a couple of drizzles of oil, add barbecue seasoning and sea salt. Bake at 240 degrees C for twenty minutes, or until the edges start turning brown - almost black. Eat immediately. And who else do I have to thank for this effortless recipe? The Domestic Goddess herself - who else, really?

I've also managed to catch the last half hour of the 2010/2011 Everton-Manchester United match - the best part where Man U strikers squandered their lead by being selfish and not passing when they could to their teammates in front of open goals - Berbetov and Nani - and giving up the chance to go 5-1 up (they were 3-1). Instead Everton scored two goals in the injury time and pulled a draw against the Red Devils. Superb (sorry, Pa).

I'm in the midst of Arsenal vs. Bolton now (Final result of the match, 4-1, it could have been 6-1 if damned Arshavin and Chamakh converted their chances after being put through by "Fabulous Fabregas"). I can see why Arsenal held on to Cesc Fabregas like a crazed lover - they would be nothing without the guy. A visonary passer, he really is the hinge between Arsenal's defense and attack. His passes cut through the opposing teams and find his targets (who often let him down - yes I'm talking about you Arshavin). He hardly puts a foot wrong. It's a case where the hype has been, well, true about someone, and who exudes elegance on the pitch and, unfortunately, is truly a class above his teammates (I mean, Chamakh, Almunia aren't exactly what you call reliable - why, you can almost see the uncertainty on their faces when they play) Pity about the 4-1 drubbing by Argentina of the La Furia Roja at which he was at the helm of - but he is well and truly the (bright) future of Spain and their footballing reign. And of course, it does help that he looks damn good doing all of it. Love his Maori tattoo.

Relax, this ain't Cesc.

Introducing............Bolton's new (3rd choice I think) Hungarian goalkeeper, Adam Bogdan. Guess what his teammates call him?

Uncanny, isn't it? :P

Back to cooking. I want to make Ouefs en Cocotte with Pecorino, cheddar and fresh basil, and grill burgers when AK gets back.

Okie enough rambling for now. Just had to spill out the nonsense in my head.