Posts Tagged ‘stray cat meals

05
Sep
11

Benjamin Franklin – The Original Badass

franklin2As a blogger, there’s no better feeling in the goddamn WORLD than having your phone ring and picking it up to hear, “Hey Slicky-T, there’s a collection for you at reception.”

That exact thing happened to me last week after I returned from collecting my shiny new iPad2. It was like the universe was saying, “No more stray cats for supper Slick. Here’s some cool free stuff for toughing it out and always being rad.”

And that’s how I got my hands on a bottle of some fine 12 year old Oude Meeste brandy and got a free history lesson about a man I had no idea was such a badass.

I’m talking about author, printer, political theorist, politician, postmaster, scientist, musician, inventor, satirist, civic activist, statesman, diplomat and lady-killer Benjamin Franklin, whose face adorns every bottle of Oude Meeste brandy, including the one I’m making out with in the pic below.

 

 

Here are some neat facts I learned about The Dude Meister thanks to the print-out that came with the drop:

1. He was one of 17 kids, all fathered by the same man, Josiah Franklin who enjoyed making soap, candles and his wives pregnant.

2. He spent a grand total of one year in school and then started working as an apprentice to his brother, who was a printer and who treated young Benny like a total douche.

3. Among other things he gave us bifocal glasses, clean burning stoves, lending libraries, fire brigades, the first insurance company, swimming flippers and political cartoons.

 

 

4. Chicks worshipped the ground he walked on and not because he was a playa, because he was always legit, respected women and treated them as equals.

5. Even though he was the world’s biggest celebrity of the 18th century, he kept his affairs private and and was highly annoyed by the fact that people were always trying to get up in his biznizz the whole time and found gossip intensely irritating.

6. The French loved him. Read that sentence again very carefully. When have the French ever loved something that’s not French?

7. Besides signing the Declaration Of Independence, he negotiated treaties with Great Britain, France, Germany, Sweden, Germany and Spain that helped secure America’s place in the world.

8. He was humble. He worked hard and had no time for anyone who thought of themselves as special just because they were rich and famous. He was a salt of the earth kind of guy, not someone who started out cool and then turned into a prissy, whiny little bitch the minute he became successful.

The gift from Oude Meeste was also to announce that the brand has chosen a new master – “a man who embodies the hard-working spirit and unending dedication that Franklin represents.”

And this man, ladies and gentlemen, is Jamie Foxx.

 

 

Which is an interesting choice and one I can almost guarantee you was a product of the Oude Meeste marketing department reverse engineering a “master” that fits the target market they are trying to reach, but still, Foxx was the first African-American actor, and only the second man in history, to be nominated for two Oscars in the same year for two different movies, so that deserves some kudos.

It’s not quite signing the document that came to represent a moral standard on which the American Nation is built, but hey it’s still a damn side more than you or I have ever achieved, let’s be honest.

Check out the new ad with Foxx here, and decide for yourself if the new master has the stones to top ol’ Benjamin F, the original badass.

-ST

25
May
11

Awesome Stray Cat Recipe

So yeah.

As you may have read in my posts here and here, J-Rab and I are struggling a bit at the moment to make ends meet.

It’s sad really, when I consider how much I fucking hate poor people, that I ironically seem to have become one.

There was a time when I couldn’t decide whether to blow my extra cash on extravagant trips overseas to exotic locales or invest it in prime beach-front real estate, it was a tough call and really used to stress me out.

 

 

Well, I’m glad to say that those stressful days are over. Now I scrape every cent I have together to just try make rent every month and beg the rest from kind people at the intersection of Roeland and Buitenkant.

However, you’ll be pleased to know that there is light at the end of the tunnel now that I have discovered one of the best kept secrets in affordable cuisine – stray cats!

The idea came to me when I stumbled on the vacant lot behind the Waterfront R10 parking one evening, right as the animal rescue people arrived to feed the literally thousands of stray cats that live there.

 

 

Naturally I begged to be fed some of the delicious cat food as well, not because I’m turning into a fokken prawn, but rather because it sure as hell beats eating YOUR week-old garbage.

The animal shelter people turned their noses up in disgust when I approached them and refused to make eye contact when I humbly asked for some delicious, crunchy dry cat food to get me through the night.

It was a new low for me and for a moment I hated those lucky stray cats, but the moment soon passed because like me, they were loveable in a mangy sort of way and they smelled delicious!

I lured one of them back to my flat with a brick and a plastic bag I fished out of a dumpster and got to work preparing this awesome, cost-effective meal:

 

Stray cat and lentil soup

 

 

Ingredients:

1 x Stray cat (tabbies work best, but failing that a nice ginger cat will do. For God’s sake DON’T go for a Siamese, they have a very low meat:bone ratio)
1 x Chicken stock cube
1 x Bag of red lentils
50g shredded ginger
1 x lemon (squeezed)
1 x bottle of Old Brown’s Sherry

Method:

Dice cat-meat into small cubes and soak in half a bottle of Old Brown’s Sherry to disinfect and flavour it while you drink the other half of the bottle to keep warm.

Boil up a pot of water, add the lentils and chicken stock cube and allow it to simmer for 40 mins. Add the cat meat right after along with the ginger and juice from the lemon and allow to simmer for as long as your relentless hunger will allow.

Ladle the soup into a tin bowl and slurp it down, making sure to dribble some into your matted beard for a snack later.

Et voila!

A word of warning though, I got first dibs on the cats behind the Waterfront. If I catch any of you greasy basterds down there helping yourselves to my stash, so help me God, I’ll jab a rusty screwdriver in you faster than you can shout “Help! A bergie’s trying to kill me!”

 

 

Ain’t life peachy.

-ST