On Thursday, Damian was in town and we had a party to celebrate. Now when i say party, it was very grown up affair, considering that when Damian left town three years ago clothes were exchanged and i think i got home at 8 am. I then went home, realised that i had a pink sparkly number on which i never remembered buying or indeed putting on, and then went back to his place to get my own clothes back. So it was tres grown up this time round. Here are some photos... the Food Not Bombs team.
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| Say peas... or peace.... |
I met Damian, Tom and Miriam.... at the grassroots gathering. This was nearly seven years ago. Lisa was highly pregnant and i had volunteered to work the kitchen. It is safe to say that no one had any idea about cooking at this stage and the food was very late and some of it was uncooked and some of it was burnt. I had spent most of that time peeling spuds and Oisin who was three at that time spent most of the time playing with the spuds in the earthy water. It was at the Peace House. I actually remember so much of that party. I did not get pissed as well. There wasn't enough booze. But we made a connection and it has continued through the years.
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| Bad ass dough |
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| Peace porridge hot... |
Thierry made a really lovely savoury porridge with cheese, leek, garlic and milk. It tasted amazing. I think you have a different set of tastebuds wheeled out if you are in the company of vegetarians.
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| Baking soda, has anyone seen the baking soda? |
Damian was a real hoot making the beetroot cake. There was only one ingredient that he was sure he had. Beetroot. Then he built on it as it came about. Is there flour? Is there baking powder? Nope. Oh dear. Here is self raising flour. Nope, i have already put the flour in... but no worries i can up the quantities if we don't get baking powder... does anyone have icing sugar? No?.... and thus it went on until the cake WAS finally made. It was very good cake too.
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| I'm Darren, i'm a better looking version of Brad and i can bake better than Delia. |
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| Also my friends will be furniture for me. |
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| Result! |
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| Yes that is a large matchstick Darren has in his hand. |
I thought it was a chair leg, but really it was a matchstick. A giant replica matchstick. It was ordered off ebay. Why would anyone make a giant matchstick. I suggested it might have been for a film. If anyone is looking for a giant matchstick prop, it is in Miriam's house.
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