And Now For a Very Special Month of Anger Burger
I have to precede this whole thing with a side note: I was just reading an article about Henry Nicholas, the CEO of Broadcom (it was interesting! he had sex caverns under his mansion!) and it mentioned that Nicholas was a rare “Mastermind” in the Myers-Briggs Jungian personality profile. Since I had a little time to kill this morning (I was waiting for moneybags to wake up and write me a check) I took the test online myself. AND GUESS WHO ELSE IS A MASTERMIND? That’s right, yours truly, which proves that there’s something wrong with the test.
But now the business. For the next 5 weeks, things are going to be a little off-kilter here at Anger Burger. A little upside down. A little mirror-world. A little… kiwi?
We’re going to New Zealand!
Oh, how cute is 25 year-old me? Also: nice grease-face, kid. (2004)
We’re going to be visiting (and house-sitting) for an old friend of mine1 in a town outside of Wellington. In 2004-2005 I spent some time in NZ by myself and must have gotten a chunk of tree-fern stuck in my heart or something, because it has been on my mind ever since.
Much of my time was spent huddled over a pile of fish and chips such as this one. (2004)
Unsurprisingly, its the food that I keep thinking about. For a long time I suspected I was secretly English (I say Asian in a past life because, well, look at my features, but I could conceivably be secretly English in this life), at least until I went to New Zealand. And discovered the holy grail of all foods:
It’s like a nation of food specifically designed for people staying in hostels. (2004)
Behold, the meatpie. Delightfully tasty, eminently portable meatpies. The government even has a minimum meat-content standard for them to ensure you get the meat you are paying for. Can you imagine? If the government made taco trucks in Los Angeles comply to a minimum meat standard? Hilarity!
And the countryside! Somehow New Zealand has a spectrum of green that we don’t even have in America.
All of this is to say: I’m delighted and awed that I get to go back, and Anger Burger is going to serve as more of a travel blog than a food repository for the next month. Well, I think we all know it’ll mostly be about food anyway, but you get my drift. Starting tomorrow, sit back and enjoy the hijinks. You don’t have to sit back, though. I mean, you can stand if you want. Or lie down. Whatever’s comfortable for you.
1 She’s not old, our friendship is.
September 21st, 2009 | New Zealand, Totally Unrelated
Some one opened a meat pie place in Portland. The place needs a woman’s touch, but anyway, I guess I’ll give it a try now. http://stonepiejoes.com/menu.html
Looking at their menu, I can’t say it sounds very New Zealand/Australian. “Mince” pie (ground beef) is the most basic and beloved of meatpies, with steak running a close second (and almost always with something, like “steak and cheese” or “steak and mushroom” or “pepper steak”). Maybe reverse that. Anyway, I’d like to know how they are.