I burnt my pot. Really burnt. I put some beetroot to boil and then got distracted by internet. An hour later I smell something slightly burning, I figure someone must be cooking dinner. The burning smell gets stronger and I suddenly realise it's my beetroot! All the water had evaporated and the pot is burnt. No idea if the beetroot is any good but I'll let it cool down and then see. Same with the pot.
Brisbane's having a European film festival this week (and last weekend) so we kept ourselves busy with it. On Saturday saw Recipes for Disaster, a Finnish documentary in which a family tries to live a year without plastic of any other oil-based product. A good one, although Johnny (the starter of the project) seems bit of a prat sometimes.
Had dinner at a nice Italian restaurant (Pizza Margharita for me, Harry had his usually Seafood Pasta)totally worth it, then took the CityCat to the city and had dessert in a cafe (Lemon Tart for me, Banoffie Pie for Harry), so not worth it. The pies for both of us cost as much as one main meal in the Italian place. At least we'll know the next time.
Yesterday we saw two movies on the Festival, the first one was Portuguese, about Christopher Columbus, which was a bit of a disaster. The only thing I learnt from this is that Columbus might've possibly been born in a Portuguese village called Cuba. Nothing else made sense.
Then we had a couple of hours to kill, which we spent reading books and eating ice cream.
Kit and Anne joined us for the second one, this time French movie called Girl from Monaco. I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about it, so visit Harry (
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for (lengthier) reviews.