Sunday Outing

Nice day for a drive…

Sunday drive

Let’s pull over and look at the swans and the ducks…

Sunday drive

Good place to stop for a rest…

Sunday drive

And good thing we brought our park bench with us…

Sunday drive

Sooo many ducks…

Sunday drive

Let’s check them out a bit closer…

Sunday drive

Hee,hee… Hide and seek!
If we are all hiding in the tree, who is looking for us?!?

Sunday drive

Is it fun hanging upside down?!?

Sunday drive

We better let Mummy see us… Otherwise she might forget us here!

Sunday drive

Arabian Feast


Recipe Restaurant

Princess Honey and Prince Puffles here, going out to lunch with pawsome friends again… and toasting with yummly rose water!

Recipe Restaurant

Befarma’id! Here we have a sampler of Olovieh (creamy potato salad with chicken, egg, pickle, green peas, lemon juice and mayonnaise), Recipe Olives, Spinach Borani (fresh spinach in youghurt with various herbs) and Kookoo Sibzamini (Persian potato fritata) served with sabzi khordan (assorted fresh herbs) and Turkish bread.

Recipe Restaurant

Once upon a time there was a king who ruled over a vast kingdom and when he died (some said he was murdered, very unpleasant!) a tumultuous power struggle vying for his throne ensued. In the midst of this bloody hiss va biss (or kerfuffle as we say in English) somehow the king’s daughter was crowned queen. Her name was PoranDokht and she reigned over the Persian empire for a bit more than a blink of an eye, just shy of two years.

Of significance regarding Queen Porandokht’s brief tenure, one is that she signed a peace treaty with the Romans (spoiler alert: it didn’t last) and another is that she inspired a craze of yogurt-based vegetarian food. This came about because the Queen did not care for meat but liked yogurt, so the court’s cook, trying to tickle the royal palette, made up a series of dishes, all of which were variations on one theme: a vegetable mixed with yogurt. In the bargain, inventing a new genre of Persian food initially called porani in a nod to the Queen (whose name you recall was PoranDokht) but which then down the road morphed into the word borani as we now know it.

At least, that’s the story one hears, and we like stories… 1001 stories in fact!

Now for some Kashke Bademjan, a delicious blend of eggplant, onion, lentil, garlic, spice, walnut and mint served with Turkish bread.

Recipe Restaurant

Mohan likes a bit of meat, and here is something he can get his teeth into, some Kabab Koobideh, grilled ground lamb with rice and grilled tomatoes.

Recipe Restaurant

Yummly lunch and good company! And now it’s time for another Spanish siesta…

Luck of the Irish to You

Yeay, another party!

St Patrick's Day

A green one!

St Patrick's Day

We want cake!

St Patrick's Day

Oooh, cake!

St Patrick's Day

St Patrick's Day

Irish Cherry 🙂

St Patrick's Day

And the requisite Irish jokes…

One night, Mrs McMillen answers the door to see her husband’s best friend, Paddy, standing on the doorstep.

“Hello Paddy, but where is my husband? He went with you to the beer factory.”

Paddy shook his head. “Ah Mrs McMillen, there was a terrible accident at the beer factory, your husband fell into a vat of Guinness stout and drowned.”

Mrs McMillen starts crying. “Oh don’t tell me that, did he at least go quickly?”

Paddy shakes his head. “Not really – he got out 3 times to pee!”

An Irishman was flustered not being able to find a parking space in a large mall’s parking lot.

“Lord,”he prayed,”I can’t stand this. If you open a space up for me, I swear I’ll give up drinking me whiskey and I promise to go to church every Sunday.”

Suddenly, the clouds parted and the sun shone on an empty parking spot. Without hesitation, the man said,”Never mind, I found one.”

Two paddies were working for the city public works department. One would dig a hole and the other would follow behind him and fill the hole in. They worked up one side of the street, then down the other, then moved on to the next street, working furiously all day without rest, one man digging a hole, the other filling it in again.

An onlooker was amazed at their hard work, but couldn’t understand what they were doing. So he asked the hole digger, “I’m impressed by the effort you two are putting in to your work, but I don’t get it – why do you dig a hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?”

The hole digger wiped his brow and sighed, “Well, I suppose it probably looks odd because we’re normally a three-person team. But today the lad who plants the trees called in sick.”

What’s the difference between God and Bono?
God doesn’t wander around Dublin thinking he’s Bono.

Billy stops Paddy in Dublin and asks for the quickest way to Cork.
Paddy says, “Are you on foot or in the car?”
Billy says, “In the car.”
Paddy says, “That’s the quickest way.”

Paddy and Mick are walking down the road and Paddy’s got a bag of doughnuts in his hand.
Paddy says to Mick, “If you can guess how many doughnuts are in my bag, you can have them both.”

A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd of drinkers. He says, “I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers. I’ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10 pints of Guinness back-to-back.”

The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan’s offer. One man even leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up and taps the Texan on the shoulder. “Is your bet still good?”, asks the Irishman.

The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint glasses drinking them all back-to-back. The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement.

The Texan gives the Irishman the $500 and says, “If ya don’t mind me askin’, where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?”

The Irishman replies, “Oh…I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first.”

An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut. The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest’s breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.

He says, “Sir, have you been drinking?”

“Just water”, says the priest.

The trooper says, “Then why do I smell wine?”

The priest looks at the bottle and says, “Good Lord! He’s done it again!”

Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend Finney.

“Did you see the paper?” asked Gallagher. “They say I died!!”

“Yes, I saw it!” replied Finney. “Where are ye callin’ from?”

Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, “Do you want to go to heaven?”

The man said, “I do Father.”

The priest said, “Then stand over there against the wall.” Then the priest asked the second man, “Do you want to go to heaven?”

“Certainly, Father,” was the man’s reply.

“Then stand over there against the wall,” said the priest. Then Father Murphy walked up to O’Toole and said, “Do you want to go to heaven?”

O’Toole said, “No, I don’t Father.”

The priest said, “I don’t believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don’t want to go to heaven?”

O’Toole said, “Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go on a trip right now.”

Happy St Patrick’s Day!


Puffles and Honey go out for lunch with friends 🙂

Japanese Lunch

First comes the miso soup…

Japanese Lunch

then the sakana-no-teppanyaki (BBQ snapper) and the gyu-niku-no-teppanyaki (BBQ beef)…

Japanese Lunch

and finally the chirashi-zushi with raw fish! Their verdict is still out on this one 🙂

Japanese Lunch

Now they’re having a Spanish siesta after a Japanese lunch… Who says you can’t mix cultural customs?!?

Japanese Lunch

Arigatou gozaimasu for coming out to lunch with us!