Too Many Margaritas and Some Crack

After a particularly shite week, last week, which included having to bail on the lovely 302, I commiserated by have too many of these…
Yes.  To-kill-her.  Not your friend

Yes. To-kill-her. Not your friend

Not a clever idea, really,  It all resulted in a rather nasty hangover.  Cured, in part, by the loving ministrations of LB and large piles of French Toast.

French Toast was the first thing I ever learnt how to make.  I was about 7.  So I’ve had YEARS to pefect it.  The trick is to make the bread really eggy and then fry it in a combo of butter and oil (preferably olive).  Then slather it in something decadent like strawberry jam and stilton.  Or honey and gruyere.  Or some sweet chilli jam. Or just Maldon sea salt and some grindy pepper, if you like. 


Hangovers are also cured by laughing.  So I wish I’d seen this when I had one, rather than on Monday, racing around Gardens in Cape Town.  I actually stopped the car, reversed up the one way, rolled down my window and took this picture, all the while, laughing like a loon.  I love street artists with a sense of humour.  I really really do.  Kudos, stencil man!

For my foreign readers, the SAP are the South African Police.  A gentle, wise group of law enforcement peoples, as I’m sure you can imagine.  Not.

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10 thoughts on “Too Many Margaritas and Some Crack

  1. kyknoord says:

    I believe in France, they just call it “toast”.

  2. nursemyra says:

    margaritas are an essential food item aren’t they?

  3. Rox says:

    Haha, classic street art indeed.

    As for the tequila, in my ice-cream it will be subtle, and the biggest issue will be restraining myself from dipping in to the remaining tequila after I make the ice-cream.

    Wait until tomorrow, after the hangover has come and gone, then tell me that chocolate and tequila are not a perfect fit. 😉

  4. vapour says:

    This attitude, full of cavorting, laughter and general misbehaviour has led to us being such failures at the Olympics. We need to stop this or alternatively invite me to the ball to keep things calm, focused and fukken dignified.

  5. daisyfae says:

    tequila. makes you lie and write bad checks in general. for me specifically, it’s muuuuuuch worse. eat the toast. read the paper to see if you made the headlines… my head aches in sympathy.

  6. I used to love margaritas. Until the night I got so drunk I fell off the toilet. And couldn’t get up. And in the morning my ex denied anysuch thing had happened. Even though I remember him laughing so hard he couldn’t help me up. But that was many years ago. I still remember the hangover.

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  8. egadfly says:

    I love the fact that someone lovingly made the stencil for the graffiti and then cruised around looking for a suitably scummy house to paint it on. (Or possibly the other way around.) I’m sure they would have had richer pickings in certain parts of Woodstock, but in Gardens it’s actually funnier.

  9. Dolce says:

    @ Kyk > No. I think in France they actually have a cool French word for toast. Like Le Toaste.

    @ NurseMyra > Ja! Right up there with chocolate and white wine!

    @ Rox > how did it go?

    @ Vaps > Waddaya mean? We got *a* silver. Pah!

    @ Dais > Now, if you’ll just turn to the right. Hold that board up a little higher Ms. That’s it. *click*

    @ Silverstar > WHAHAHAHAHAHA (I’m glad I’m not the only one!) *giggle*

    @ Mands > Yeah…and an ever smarter acknowledgement of your *ahem* competitors.

    @ Egad > What are you inferring about Obs, my fine friend? Huh? Huh? (Point duely taken)

  10. Tyger Katt says:

    If I laugh when I have a hangover my head will explode!

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