Au Parfum

Taup(e)date - Spring Eruption - April 2010

2010-04-18T03:04:00.001+12:00

Hey hey everybody!

Hope you're well. Living it up. Well, what a visit from members of the old Montreal gang in March - Aline, Johannes, Shaun, Christian, Olivier and Francois. A fast paced shindig in Geneva, fondue included and wet night in Plainpalais to say goodbye to winter. Now, its sunny and you are probably planning your holidays (or looking for an umbrella for those down south).

Well instead of more blah blah about whats been going on, just listen to this: groovy modern classic and enjoy a sunny afternoon.

I'm off to Lucerne for a week, then NY, then back to Cheeseland for my birthday. How are your travels going?

Keep erupting, pretend youre Eyjafjallajokull (ay-yah-FYAH'-plah-yer-kuh-duhl)!

K

Taup(e)date - New Zealand calling - Nöel 09

2009-11-25T05:02:00.001+13:00

Kia ora, foogles and mouse potatoes!

Hope you are well. A few advancements since the last taup(e)date, so here's your pre-Christmas stuffing:

All well in Geneva, the days are fresher, the raclette hunt is a-go and the fondue forks are being sharpened. Currently living near the train station in a small studio. Geneva, also known as Calvingrad, has a politcal system of Immigrational Anarchy, with frequent tram loads of 20 different nationalities. On Geneva, Julius Caesar probably noted in his War of the Gaules: "Dinner chez Lipp. Good but expensive: allow 80 francs a head. Chic area ideal for picking up Babarians. Don't take too big a legion, parking spaces limited..." Recently saw depeche mode in concert here and going again to see them in Zürich.

I'm heading to New Zealand on the 13th december with my girlfriend, for a holiday. will be great to catch up with those of you in NZ with a beach barbie, a few snarlers at my place and a good pavlova. And warm Vogels! We will return to europe on the 31st, crossing into 2010 by landing in Paris. I can picture the first New Year croissant, flaky, warm and jam dripping. the stillness of paris on the 1st January, the dark skies and the look of inebriated parisians contemplating the year ahead...bring it on!

My swiss mobile number will be active in New Zealand: 0041 78 884 6922

Maybe see you soon and all the best, wherever you are!

Captain Kirk

- please note my new gmail address kirkhavelock@gmail.com - you may delete the yahoo one

Rue Jean Dassier 5, Geneva 1201, Switzerland

foogle. 1. To ask a friend on chat/email/im (media which by their very nature mean that one is on the internet) a question that could be google'd or wikipedia'd in less time than it takes to ask.
2. to kiss and too touch all at once

June Taup(e)date - Nuss-Mix

2009-06-13T22:34:00.001+12:00

Hej! When a container of mixed nuts is opened after it has been shaken, the larger nuts tend to be on top. This phenomenon is known as the brazil nut effect. Hopefully this email is a larger variety of nut and it rises to the top of your inbox.

Well, its been a while... no start again - its been ages - since i splurged a bit of verse in an update so im taking a sunny day in geneva when i could well be outside (actually my washing is turning) to scribe a quick mail to you.

hope you are well. ive been in touch with a few friends recently, as far as montpellier, canada and new zealand. in fact a visit from the latter was received this week, jolly good fun, two kiwis cheering each other over the tagine in my humble 25m2 abode. all welcome!

so besides driving to montpelier to visit a friend and crossing the Milau bridge (for those who know about vehicular bridges, this is the tallest and is located in Milau, France, funnily enough) i've been plodding along with the rest of geneva. my girlfriend and i are hoping to make some more trips this year and definitely spend time by the sea. oh how i miss the sea!

i celebrated my 25th on May 10th (my preferred date for a birthday), that was a multinational little conundrum, even the tagine stayed in the cupboard to make room for the guests. the bananiwi cake was a treat ;)

coté musique, im currently jamming with a flautist from nz, and a german guy who is half korean. the other night we played mozarts quintet for clarinet, only we lacked 3 players as the flautist was away. it sounded a bit like suzuki method for 10 year olds, only with the accompaniment of the german's hamsters (who sound like pigeons) and a chuckling simeon barker who was the kiwi visiting me this week.

well im off for a swim in the lake and to search for a viola player.

muchos besos!

k

p.s. you will never see cashews sold in their shell. it contains a poisonous resin, urishol.
link about people who are taking a fridge surfing around ireland: http://www.westerntelegraph.co.uk/news/4436002.Fridge_crew_chills_out_in_Pembrokeshire/

New Boss fragrance!

2009-04-02T00:14:00.001+13:00

Dear friends,

For those trying to seduce…. did you know that the most attractive scent for males is that of bacon? Bacon tops the list of the most mouth-watering food smells. According to physiologist and smells expert, Professor Greg Pork of Trotter University , is that the human body is geared to finding the smell of cooking meat attractive. "We need certain essential amino acids, which are found in bacon and other meats, yet we can't make them ourselves. So, our sense of smell is set up to react positively whenever we inhale the aroma of sizzling bacon" Soon, you won't have to try so hard to pull. Introducing the new fragrance from the renowned Hugo Boss fashion house– "Boss Bacon" - it will be available in a distinctive pink flacon and come with a range of accessories, including earrings fashioned from strips of bacon. Stride past a man and watch his head turn!

"Boss Bacon" will be available soon in major pharmacies and perfumeries as well as a special "Cured" edition at your local delicatessen…look out for the travel special - "On the Trot" Limited Edition.

Get sizzling!

Taup(e)date - Noël

2008-12-24T11:03:00.001+13:00

At the foot of the European sapin de Noël and on the edge of a New Year, warm greetings from Switzerland! So what's been going on? Hope you are well.

Since last writing mid-year, I've changed apartment for the 5th time, returned to visit Montreal and have a new job in Geneva. Im now working at a multinational consumer products company and meeting lots of young people. For Christmas, I'll be with my girlfriend again, near Berne, in a snowy and sleepy little village. Will probably stay there for New Year and ski in-between.

It's certainly been a tremendous first year in Europe and in comparison to NZ, the main thing lacking is the beach but the best thing is the variety of languages here and how that can excite you. The musical flutter of tongues (and body language to accompany) is quite a cacophony in the workplace. The prices of your daily bread, your eggs and your yogurt comes in higher but the instant hit of euro/swiss-wages on your cost of living means you hardly notice it and can actually save generously, something that has insulated the fanatically industrious Swiss from recessionary reverberations. That aside, I had the opportunity to see Sabine Meyer in concert (a world famous clarinettist) for only 10-francs.

I took a 10 day trip in September to Montreal to re-visit McGill mates, (la Banquise too) and actually felt a bit home sick for Canada for whatever reason. It was great to see my sister in New York in the middle and squeeze the most out of party-nights like in 2005.

Should you be travelling in Europe as I know some of you are, look me up, my new address is below. As ever, I'll have the kettle on and may get out the tagine if you arrive near 7pm. There have been 5 or 6 visitors so far and that's been great, especially with Geneva being more or less a transit town and new friends leaving after short spurts.

Well I hope you're kicking back this Christmas, many of you at the beach with the barbie, others in far off lands, deserts, or even in chalets with thick blanketed snow. I wish you happiness and good laughs and hope you share the stroke of midnight with a good kisser.

Bon panettone haha - and send your news this way! feel free to skype me too.

Kirk

Rue Jean-Dassier 5
1201 Geneva
Switzerland

mobile +41 78 884 6922
skype: "KirkHavelock"

Taup(e)date - Noël

2008-12-24T11:00:00.001+13:00

ta(up)edate - july - makkara

2008-09-05T08:41:00.001+12:00

buongiorno

ok cominciamo.

cosa fai quest'estate? for some of you, its the cold season, of stroganoff and potatoes, rich Boldorino followed by apple pie. here, its risotto milanais with crunchy vege and a crisp white.

just returned from Suomi, otherwise known as Finland, land of the Lapps. that was a soulful experience, reindeer and canned bear meat included. the finnish summer brings joy and mosquitoes with the prick of cloudberry jam and a cold Olvi by the bonfire. the naked lake jumping and sadomachinistic birch (not bitch) whacking at sauna time brough smiles and glee to sweaty bodies.

host Johannes Penttinen really shined, planning the whole adventure and even dropping two fine young finnish lasses back home to their mothers post-hike. Hike? Yeah 60kms of mosquito laden trails, wooden beds and red strawberry stuff for breakfast. and to think the trip started out innocent enough with searching in rubbish bins for food around J's home town! quality. better than the KKK supermarkets even... (no white hoods found in the bins though). must add that this MISN reunion (for whom reunions are a part of life) was not in the most exotic of places, but nor did it need to be, when you have makkara being tortured in the fire and moose for dinner, what's better than a light hearted round of Mölkky (pron. mueyllkkoo) in the chaleur of a lakeside cottage? (that had its own island for god's sake).

must say the Finn's do quite well with their expert approach to the outdoors and penchant for salty licorice.

wherever you are, good tucker!

regards to your pets, also.

körkki

taup(e)date - mars

2008-03-08T01:47:00.001+13:00

hey, hope youre in good shape. tutto a posto? hows things!?

recently experienced stuff in cheeseland:

went skiing in crans montana with sarah a few moons ago, what a blast! pristine (pre-10am) white desert, glacial pistes and black runs for the suicidal weak hearted.

celebrated her birthday and checked out some barabaric/cheesefest/slosh up called fastnacht out in the wops (Murten, near where sarah lives) had to dress up as a fisherman

decamped the old abode after issues with steaming letters with a kettle and moved into sarahs, but will move out end of month and then move somewhere else in may. that will be the 5th move in as many months. should have just hoteled it this whole time.

joined the UN music group for soul purposes, a quaint but spirited group of 5, sometimes less, practising in the substratum underbelly of building 40, palais des nations, directly below salle des assemblies

cheese romande orchestra (Orchestre de la suisse romande) one of the finest here, heard playing in lausanne last night.

geneve auto salon on at the mo, mammoth display of both imposing and minute automobiles, including world's cheapest car. comes in yellow.

off to paris for easter, e milano in mayo to practise my newly acquired italian (slang mainly).

look forward to welcoming amy baker yaaaay , cella, frank and daniel R also (?) for visits + shenanigans

benvenuti a tutti, write soon

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taup(e)date - Bärn

2008-01-23T03:17:00.001+13:00

yo comrade, hope you're in good shape.

so, here i am in Le Bankland, the little island lost in the middle of Europe, unique with purple cows and hot air balloons shaped like giant screwdrivers. recent events involved flying in a balloon above the alps last weekend, with my girlfriend who wasnt actually aware we were going in one. the reaction was mixed.

the general assembly of the UN Orchestra/amalgamation of chamber groups is taking place soon so hopefully my licorice stick and I will be accepted. coming up is more skiing and italian courses in feb.

pics of buggering around in the alps, including a balloon special and the Interlaken "Austrian hole" race:

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=108089&l=e6f3c&id=217700232

off to berne this weekend, for the Toblerone celebration. Berne is known more for its bear pit than the Federal Palace and Einstein. the inhabitants are apparently infected with Miuchmöesterlikrankiiiit, rendering them incomprehensible to the outside world.

send me your news; a few juicy titbits will go with almost any kind of cheese.

à très bientot. kirk

p.s. Je te donne toutefois mon numéro de portable cheese: 0041 78 884 6922

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2007-05-29T18:47:00.000+12:00

if all the land was paper
and all the sea was ink
and all the trees were bread and cheese
what would we have to drink?

Emails

2007-05-07T21:21:00.001+12:00

Emails

i think the soundtrack of our lives is directly plugged into each of our spinal cords. some have purple leads, some have blue ones. the vibrations shudder across the oceans and depending on the magnitude of the vibrations our hearts are yanked into motion, producing a plethora of wild diatribe which we feel compelled to communicate. bring on mail. snail mail is the most powerful, the physical receiving of a letter, the torrent of wavy scripture, line after line, from a friend that remembered you. but emails can rapidly cover a greater surface area and address audiences quicker, that is obvious. like musicians explore harmony, melody and counterpoint, writing emails is about balancing those counterpoints in another, echoing, amplifying or adding a new voice to someone else's thoughts.

I'm only too glad to write to someone who needs a good thawing out after surviving a brave winter or another who has been crackling in the heat, living only 40 kms from the sun. well done for pulling through, and may i pump some more electricity into your over-capacitated brain, with its many resistors of different amplitudes. the lines of an email can read monotonously but if one seeks some pride in writing, as they would a letter, emails can carry the potency of sour yoghurt. emails are a bit like electric currents, with varying amplitudes and degrees of shock. sometimes, i get little jolts like one does off a car door, static buzzes that reassure me i am alive. its like receiving emails from friends that suck you in, and you feel forced to reply within a certain time span, knowing that whatever you say can be ust as important whether it is now or next year. moreover, some thoughts provoke me to write more wildly, as i believe too that the recipients world is inhabited by strange mythical creatures or at least ideas that are reminiscent of such animals, but present themselves in more diplomatic forms.

if emails were vegetables, some would surely be potatoes. uninteresting and bland. add a joke or too, maybe thats the mustard. but start off with a zucchini and any addition - even just a peppering of joviality - will be icing on an already juicy cake. if they were meats, then the vegetables are merely fillers, sitting amongst the pride of succulence. potatoes are great, but tomatoes splash colour that cant be removed. using tomatoes in an email can leave lasting impressions.

Kirk

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Le Verlan de L'Envers

2007-05-07T21:01:00.001+12:00

Le Verlan de L'Envers

Mes meufs et mes keufs
Si je veux dire
Que les tromés sont pourris
Vas tu continuer a lire?

Cette histoire du verlan
Pas trop chelou
N'inquiet pas
et prends un choirmou

Si tu es pret
C'est chantmé, cou cou
Looc c'est presque fini
Et cymer a vous!

Que fait tu soir ce?
Un tarpé t'attends
Mais fumez pas dans la gnolba
T'entends mon son?

Les mots de l'envers
Sont jamais relou
Mais si t'es venere
Lis jamais plus!

Kirk H 17-4-2006

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Gaellic

2007-01-28T12:38:00.000+13:00

Ní hé lá na báistí lá na bpáistí"

Translation: "A rainy day is not a day for children"
(A pun: báistí and bpáistí sound alike)

Do sheep shrink in the rain ?

Turducken Part 2

2006-12-16T18:07:00.000+13:00

you remember part 1? well a friend Aline found that hugh fearnley-whittingstall (a novelty mildly-eccentric english chef) has achieved a TEN-bird multi-roast: a turgoduckmaguikenantidgeonck if you will. check out the recipe and video of preparation: http://www.rivercottage.net/SeasonalRecipes/Default.aspx?artid=595 &cid=152
naturally her first instinct was to wiki such a story - and well, she found the ultimate ever achieved by those culinary gods - the french: quote - The largest recorded nested bird roast is 17 birds, attributed to a royal feast (fit for a Lord or large Princess) in France in the 19th Century: a bustergophechideckneaealckidgeverwingailusharkolanine - bustard stuffed with a turkey, a goose, a pheasant, a chicken, a duck, a guinea fowl, a teal, a woodcock, a partridge, a plover, a lapwing, a quail, a thrush, a lark, an ortolan and a passerine. Since passerine is a generic term, it is not known exactly what kind of bird was used as the smallest in the actual roast, although a pied flycatcher has been suggested.

i suggest you start cooking christmas dinner...now.

k

Work Party

2006-12-16T17:58:00.000+13:00

Melbourne Shenanigans

2006-12-12T21:38:00.000+13:00

Turducken

2006-09-16T11:56:00.000+12:00

i just been to a dinner party, that peculiar beast known as a pot luck. the centerpiece dish was a turducken. a turducken, having never experienced such a culinary thermo-nuclear weapon in my life, went like this: get a chicken- take all the bones out. get a duck- take all the bones out. stuff the de-boned chicken into the de-boned duck. get a turkey - take all the bones out. stuff the chicken stuffed duck into the de-boned turkey. all sorts of other things get stuffed into the things stuffed into other things - iit had cajun flavour, so some kind of spicy sausage was also involved. then it was covered in bacon so it doesnt dry out too much during the nine hours it takes to cook. the upside of eating this was that the fat from the duck makes the turkey edible. but the downside was i reckon about 200 percent the cholesterol you should injest in your entire life. in a kind of bob-west-style-reflection, i was thinking (over excited about stuffing into stuffing) that a trip to auckland zoo would enable stuffing 'à la grande' - one could stuff an african clawed frog into a meerkat, stuffing that again into a spider monkey; and so on until youre stuffing an ostrich into a giraffe and then all that into Kashin the elephant - then digging the worlds biggest hangi pit and waiting about a week while it cooks. yeah bro. that will get the maoris around the table. actually, why not go exotic, put all the endangered species, like a black robin stuffed into a mexican green cheeked parrot, then into a north American alligator snapping turtle, then into a maui dolphin and into a Beluga Sturgeon those caviar creatures (mmm, classy), moving to a black rhino then stuffing that into a blue whale. to eat a dish like that probably called robparrturdolphsturgrhinale, would put us truly atop the evolutionary tree, having eaten most of the lower branches. stuff em good!

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Toilet

2006-08-06T13:43:00.000+12:00

It was an evening like any other. There was a faint breeze from the
south, the smell of early spring flowers in bloom was heavy in the air
as the daylight waned, and the sky became a canvas of brilliant reds
and oranges as the darkness of night began to creep in from its place
of hiding.

I sat on my couch, drinking and watching television, briefly glancing
at the floor which was festooned with empty beer cans and other forms
of filth and possible biological contagions. The smoke of a cigarette
I had just enjoyed hung about the ceiling, dancing mysteriously as if
to some unheard music.

A rumbling surged from within my colon, which reminded me of the
delicious lunch I'd had that day, although of questionable safety. I
had decided I'd have some form of cuisine akin to that available in
the Orient for my lunch, in fact I'd decided that before I'd even
gotten dressed for work that day. Phong Lao's China Buffet - a name
what I would never forget.

It caught me completely by surprise, a warm moistness, fresh on my
taint. Not knowing of any more suitable course of action, I bounded
directly for the restroom. Although more than likely a foolish choice
on my part - I had to at least try to save the garments I'd already
lightly soiled. The trial had only just begun. Before I could plant
myself on the toilet seat, a searing deluge of horribly pungent
deficate showered my bathroom in all directions. The walls dripping
with the mud of my colon, my sphincter had no intention of relenting.
My entire excretory system surged with pressure, the sensation of
gargantuan logs of buffet induced bombardment filled the whole of my
lower intestine. My toilet was pummeled ferociously, log after log
delved eagerly into its waiting bowl. I soon noticed that the sound of
splashes and plops had been replaced by a sickening moist kind of
thud. I glanced down to see that my waste had piled up out of the
water, now resting less than one inch below my ample $%#!%&!.

That's when the unthinkable began to happen, the kind of thing you
read about in magazines, or maybe see in a Time Life video. My toilet,
under the extreme pressure, the torment, the agonizing abuse it had
suffered...was beginning to crack. Before I was able to brace myself,
the toilet collapsed underneath me. The entire bathroom floor awash in
$!@%water, turds flowing this way and that. I began to weep
uncontrollably, now laying on the floor and unable to control the
defications still streaming from my anus. I recall watching one of the
larger logs float past my face, and wondering where it might be
headed. Exhausted from the trial I'd just faced, I fell asleep where I
lay.

Kirk Havelock
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Home(NZ) +64 9 630 5717

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blagounette ! :)

2006-06-04T11:50:00.000+12:00

Une blonde peut parfois avoir une lueur d'intelligence, en voici la preuve :

Une blonde et un avocat sont dans un avion.

L'avocat, pour passer le temps, propose un jeu à la blonde.

Celle-ci étant fatiguée, répond qu'elle n'est pas intéressée et se retourne

pour dormir.

L'avocat ne se démonte pas pour autant et lui propose comme suit : " Je te

pose une question et si tu ne sais pas répondre, tu me donnes 5

euros,ensuite tu me poses une question et si je ne sais pas répondre, je te

donnes 500 euros ". Finalement, la blonde finit par céder et décide donc

d'encaisser la première question. L'avocat : " Quelle est la distance entre

la terre et la lune ? " La blonde, sans hésiter, prend son portefeuille, en

retire 5 euros, qu'elle donne à l'avocat.

L'avocat,ravi, empoche les 5 euros et attend sa question.... La blonde : "

qu'est

ce qui a 3 pattes en montant la montagne et 4 en la descendant ? " Sur ce

elle se retourne et se met à ronfler. L'avocat réfléchit,consulte son

encyclopédie portable, téléphone à un ami, demande discrètement autour de

lui, .... Aucune réponse... rien...le néant. Après plusieurs heures

d'intenses réflexions, il réveille la blonde et lui file les 500 euros.

La blonde elle, encore à moitié endormie, empoche les 500 euros et se

retourne de nouveau pour essayer de dormir. L'avocat, un peu frustré quand

même : " et alors, la réponse, c'est quoi? " Et la blonde lui

tend un billet de 5 euros....

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Birthday poem from Bob for the 10th May

2006-05-10T18:31:00.000+12:00

imagine you're a taupeliving in bottrop
--dig a whole through th' earth,
its length one over pi times girth.
but beware, brave mole,
i tell ya,without attention it'll be australia,
not the country we desire,
the land of meat-made pie, yaaah!

happy birthday!w. mac robben

Une Taupe au Guichet

2006-04-28T22:29:00.000+12:00

Une Taupe au Guichet
Je vais chier dans mon frock
A cause d’un bloc
C’est un très grand choque
Err...qu’est ce que ‘phoque’ ?

J’ai une taupe au guichet
Une cigare entamé
Maintenant tu sais
Et c’est pas trop chantmé

Cette petite fève
Me fais rire doucement
Et au bout de mes lèvres
Je la lacherai gentillement

Parce que, si non
Il y aura pour sûr
Un bordel dans mes shorts
Vert et assez mûre

Kirk
qu'est ce que 'fuck' became phoque
qu'est ce que 'seal' became 'cile' simlarly (in montreal)

j'ai commencé...

2006-04-16T15:13:00.000+12:00

salut mes potes
je veut te dire que j'ai commencé à écrire des poesies et des rimes. c'était plutôt un resultat de Nico et pete carlill , des mecs qu'ils me donnent un esprit par commencer une page das le Delit Francophone (de mcgill). alors, l'une de mes premiers tu peut voir ci-dessous je t'invite à corriger mes fautes et donner tes l'opnions sur mes sujets ou choix des mots. bon, je te laisse à lire

"Le Verlan de L'envers"

mes meufs et mes keums
si je veux dire
que les tromés sont pourris
vous continuez à lire?

cette histoire du verlan
pas trop chelou
N'inquietez-vous
et prenez un choirmou

que faites vous soir ce,
un tarpé vous attend?
Mais fumez pas dans la gnolba
Ecoutez mon son

vous êtes prêt, maintenant?
chantmé et cou cou!
Looc c'est fini
Et cymer à vous!

la prochaine fois je t'enverrai une surprise, unu oeuvre "Taupe au guichet"

bises,
k

Kirk Havelock
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Les Flâneurs

2006-04-11T23:38:00.000+12:00

"For the perfect flâneur, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow. To be away from home, yet to feel onself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, yet to remain hidden from the world - such are a few of the slightest pleasures of those independent, passionate, impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define."

- Baudelaire

Pass the Watties?

2006-04-04T21:03:00.000+12:00

1988 NZ Chef of the Year and Elton John’s former cook, Clive Hitchens, has returned to his roots, opening a meat pie shop in Alameda, California. Hitchens and partner, Donna, had been successfully selling gourmet pies at farmers markets since early 2003, before deciding to open their own restaurant, The New Zealander, this year. "The pies are dressed up for sure in his restaurant. Hitchens … uses gourmet quality ingredients - imported and free-range meats and his own curries - and wraps the meats in a pastry shell so delicate it defies the dish's reputation of being hearty. But they are still meat pies he's serving, a food that's gobbled up with grubby hands everywhere in NZ, at rugby matches, gas stations, corner stores, you name it."

Pies. You need to understand.

2006-04-04T20:28:00.000+12:00

Pies. something i gravey(pun) missed in canada. North Americans may be unfamiliar with this phenomenon. A pie is a savoury hors d'oeuvres pastry thing, but three times the size, filled with meat (fom whence we can only guess) and with a lid on.

The worst pies in New Zealand can be had for NZ$1.60 a piece at a grimy, smelly, cockroach-infested petrol station by Lake Karapiro. Coming a close second are the infamous Putrid Pies of Panmure (a suburb of Auckland). They seem to be available from all the bakeries - do not touch them, they are the source of all evil

ive had some good asian pies though. delectable favourites like steak n mush.
There are some quite nice pies in Queenstown, but we really hate Queenstown, and this ruins the whole pie eating experience for us. There are also some quite nice pies in Onehunga (south Auckland). However, it should be noted that pies can never be rated at anything above "good".

Also, pie criticism is one of the most subjective things imaginable. can i get some aussie feedback on these points please?

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2006-03-20T13:31:00.000+12:00

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