Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Bigmouthery Cooking Show: Spicy Egg Salad Sammich.

Australia's version of the classic American 'egg salad' sandwich is the bog standard 'egg & lettuce', famed for being a staple recipe of the Country Women's Association and those women who 'bring a plate' to after church get-togethers. Come to think of it, they're probably the same people. The egg & lettuce sandwich of my childhood usually consisted of: Tip Top Sunblest white bread, Meadow Lea margarine, (often hand-sized leaves of iceberg lettuce - which back then was just lettuce) and eggs more hard-boiled than a Raymond Chandler novel. The kind that's been tortured in a saucepan for so long it has a lovely atmosphere of grey scum coating the yolk. If you were lucky, there was a little curry powder in it. If you were really lucky, there might be a little mayo and pepper.

Egg salad, on the other hand, is more in line with what I started making once I left home, although some versions of American-style egg salad sammiches have tomato in 'em...and that's just wrong.

My egg & lettuce/egg salad sammy was a fairly basic affair, with mayo, hot English mustard, lettuce, pepper, Lebanese cucumber and occasionally some scallions (aka spring onions/long onions/green onions/shallots). However, I've been unable to source a good hot mustard here in Texas, so I've come up with an alternative recipe which may just be the best damn egg salad sammich you'll ever eat. Here 'tis:

Friday, 26 April 2013

Random Facebook Friend Song Share Funtimes Experimenty Minty Thing!

Last night I was lying in bed waiting for Mrs Bigmouthery to arrive home from rehearsal. I decided to share a few songs with friends on Facebook. It was enjoyable so I thought, 'Hey, let's do this a right now!' So I did...and in moments of pause in the next couple of days, I'm going to do a lot more. It's partly because I love and miss so many of you, partly because I'm trying to inspire something musical in myself, partly because I want to share some Australian music with American friends and partly because blahblahblahblahblah.

So...please enjoy...and if you do, let me know. If you don't, also let me know...and I'll unfriend you. Har har. Toaster!

P.S. If you haven't got one and want one, let me know via my timeline, the Bigmouthery FB page or here at the Blurg. Please like the blog and check out my Reverbnation if'n y'wanna.

Thursday, 25 April 2013

'Scaring Away Woes'

Hey. Sometimes I play the guitar and sing a tune. Sometimes not. I've written & recorded a few over the years and have shared a bunch of 'em in a little box to the right. They're mostly old ones, but I may knock out one or two in the coming weeks and share them with you. Mrs Bigmouthery is the acknowledged musician of the outfit, but I've been jonesin' for some kind of artistic outlet/output lately, and with no stage to prowl, this seems as good a way as any to scare the woes away.

The songs listed are linked to very homemade Youtube vids at my Reverbnation page

You can check out the amazing Mrs Bigmouthery here.

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Norpheus in the Undieworld.

I haven't been sleeping very well lately.
Hey. Haven't been around for a while. Not much to tell...still in America. Ever since we were advised to pursue the immigration thing from here rather than home, I've effectively been stuck here, unable to work and unable to leave. Well, technically I could have left the country to tidy up loose ends at home, but without the curiously titled 'advance parole', America wouldn't have let me back in...which, y'know, defeats the purpose of sitting in limbo (or Undieworld, as I have liked to call it for about 10 mins) in the hope that I'd still have a shorter processing time than going the consular route in Australia.

The cheeriest ID photo I own. True.

This card came a few days ago. It's what the USCIS calls a 'combo card', serving as an employment authorization and permission to piss off and come back. It also entitles you to a free shake at Whataburger*.

So I'm pissing off and coming back. With the help of the Gitche Manitou, I'll be back on the 30th of May for four weeks. This is one catch up I must attend, for it may be the last.

*You should have known as soon as you saw the asterisk.

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Big Easy, Bad Rap - A Peppery Incident.

Royal St, New Orleans, Feb 2013 ( La Laurie mansion in background).
 "Baby please don't go back to New Orleans, y'know I love you so, baby please don't go." - Big Joe Williams

On Saturday evening, between sets at the Golden Lantern on Royal Street, I decided to leave the French Quarter and go check on the car. It was parked near the intersection of the French Quarter, the Marigny and Treme, about 10 mins walk away. Mrs Bigmouthery and our friend Adam, who came along for the ride as percussionist, stayed behind to relax and freshen up for the evening set. It was an eventful stroll.

Saturday, 16 February 2013

Big Easy, Bad Rap (Part One)

Bourbon Street, January 2013.

"If you wanna go to hell, you should take that trip to the Sodom and Gomorrah of the Mississip, New Orleans!" - A Streetcar Named Marge,  The Simpsons.

It's confession time, Bigmouthers. Despite being married for less than a year, I must admit to an horrendous wrongdoing. For the last two months I've been engaged in a torrid love affair. She is by turn young, beautiful, old, ungainly, willing and prohibitive. She is clear to the universes sky and choking fog. She is an embrace and a kick to the face. She is the city of New Orleans. 

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Sittin' a Spell...

This is a semi-obligatory 'keep you in the loop about what's going on' post. My immigration process is happening a little more quickly since Mrs Bigmouthery and I engaged the services of an immigration attorney.  Based on the attorney's advice, we'll be going through the process in the US, as the turnaround time is much faster than going the consular route at home. So I'm here a little longer than anticipated. Hopefully I'll be back in Australia in April or May - pending the processing of other paperwork. I've done the obligatory pin cushion thing, a big fat wallop of shots. Now we wait.

I've been missing Australia. Not the summer, not the flooding. The people. Despite the paucity of blog entries lately, it seems traffic is holding reasonably steady  - well, American traffic is. Australian traffic has plummeted. So it looks like I'm missing Australians, but they don't miss me. That's okay, though.

We're back to New Orleans next week - last time we were there we lined up a gig for Mrs B for the weekend before Fat Tuesday. New Orleans is a madhouse over the next week or so. The Superbowl is being held there today. Go sports! So as well as a blog post about a very enjoyable evening among naked people that occurred this past week, there'll be some Nawlins stuff to talk about. 

I was supposed to fly home today.

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Bille Brown (1952-2013) - Requiescat in pace.

Many, if not all, of my beloved theatre friends and colleagues will be sharing their reminiscences of the late, great Bille Brown. Upon hearing last night of his passing, I shed a quiet tear and counted myself among the extremely lucky number to have worked with the man. I also count myself among the number who, in anticipation of sharing a stage with Bill, felt a certain prickling fear creep up their spines as they realised they were going to be working in the presence of greatness.