Thursday, March 04, 2010

Aussie word of the day: lunch edition

Anyone who knows Jason knows that the boy has an appetite unlike anything most of us have encountered in nature, outside of maybe a ravenous goat. He's a pleasure to cook for, as many of our friends have discovered, because he likes just about everything, is effusive in his praise of a good meal, and goes back for seconds and thirds, plus will relieve you of any leftovers you're looking to clear out of your fridge.

I'll put some effort into trying out a new recipe, and he'll have a bite, get a look of bliss on his face, and exclaim, "baby, this is top tucker!!"*

The only difficulty I have, in addition to fights about leftovers, is that his palate is seriously defective. One manifestation of this is his tendency to slather every single thing he eats with some sort of condiment or sauce, be it chili sauce (such as Sriracha on all forms of pasta), salad dressing (some thousand island on a piece of pizza, perhaps), or anything else he can find.

Another manifestation is the sandwich combinations he comes up with. Australians, apparently, will put anything between two pieces of bread.

He called me this morning for our daily 11:20 chat.

"G'day, love."

"Hi, sweetie. How's everything?"

"Fantastic, now that I'm getting ready to sit down for smoke-o. Got a bunch a' sangers* lined up."

"Oh, yeah? What's on the menu?"

"Tuna, cheese, onions soaked in balsamic vinegar, pineapple and mayo."

"I'm sorry, did you just say 'tuna with onions, balsamic vinegar, pineapple and mayo?'"


I hate it when people are all, "EWW, GROSS!!" at other people's food choices. So I just said, "Well, uh ... have a lovely meal."

But, seriously, people. EWWW, GROOOSS!

*Tucker = Aussie for "food." For full effect, hold your nose and pronounce it thusly: /TAH-kah/
Sanger = "sandwich." /SANG-ah/


  1. I love that your phone calls are at 11:20.

    And that sandwich totally sounds gross.

  2. Moosie - it sounds repulsive. But, hey, he's happy, so who am I to complain. I love the daily phone calls as well -- they coincide with his morning break. I get another one at 2:05, right as he goes to lunch.

  3. I'm with you on the ew gross. And good for you for biting your tongue. I hate it when people do that to my food choices as well. Nick likes condiments on top of condiments. I don't get it.

  4. Lisa - isn't Nick's mom British? Maybe it's a commonwealth-country thing...