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daily-deliciousness · 2 years

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Lamb bolognese

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vegan-nom-noms · 30 days

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Vegan Chorizo Bolognese

#eatfigsnotpigs #italian #dinner #pasta #savoury #chorizo #bolognese #spaghetti bolognese #feta #food #recipe #recipes #foodporn #food porn #tasty #vegan #veganism #vegetarian

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dolcefarnienteblog · 6 months

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#aesthetic #photoblog #foodie #food aesthetic #foodblogger #foodporn #foodgasm #spaghetti bolognese #bolognese #pastalover #pasta #spagetti

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kawaii-foodie · 1 year

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#foods #meals #pasta #spaghetti bolognese #dinner #_em_ds

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thealanwrightblog · 7 months

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Recent pasta dishes.

There’s a rumour going round that I like pasta.

There might be something in it!

#lasagne #spaghetti bolognese #pasta #recent #carbonara #bolognese #spaghetti carbonara

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dasistleeway · 5 months

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We waited half an hour for the table, it was worth it...

#italian food #taipei #spaghetti bolognese #pizza margherita

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random-jot · 3 months

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#polls #tumblr polls #spaghetti #spaghetti bolognese #just for fun #just curious #have a disagreement with my folks on this one

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kyndaris · 2 months

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Artisaint? Arti-Hell no!

On my quest to find a possible romance partner, I've met a range of different people. Some have been nice. Most are far too nervous. And then there are a few who fail to pass muster. While I usually like to get to know someone before meeting them face-to-face, I'm not too opposed to go on a blind date once in a while if it's for coffee in the middle of the day and at a public place. So, when my grandmother's friend, who runs a dating agency, told me about a man she thought it would be good for me to meet, I said 'Sure, why not?' After all, the whole dating experiment is meant to be about testing compatibility and seeing if we could be together in a romantic sense.

Long Black - the codename for this particular individual - didn't really chat to me much via text message but was keen to have a coffee. In the end, he suggested the Artisaint cafe at Burwood. I readily agreed. It was, after all, a nice in-between location filled with a ton of people.

Unfortunately, I was late to the date. Due to a few personal circumstances, I had to take my grandmother to the bank in order to reactivate her debit card and set a pin. Then there were the groceries to purchase as well as a few household chores that needed to be done. By the time I left my place, I knew I would be late and summarily texted Long Black the situation. He seemed understanding about the fact.

Open communication. One of the first tenets to the establishment of a long-term relationship.

Trying to be the good Samaritan that he thought he was, Long Black did ask me if he ought to order anything for me and was kind enough to send through a copy of the menu. As I was driving, I couldn't respond to him but by the time I parked, I informed him I didn't drink coffee and it wouldn't be a problem for me to order when I got to the cafe.

I arrived at Artisaint twenty minutes after the assigned time - something which bugged me because I dislike being late at the best of times - said 'hello' to Long Black and quickly perused the menu. In no time, I'd ordered an ice chocolate and a spaghetti bolognese as I'd not had the time to enjoy lunch. As I ate, Long Black peppered me with questions about my interests and life. He zeroed in on murder mysteries, after I mentioned studying criminology at university, and began asking about good shows.

There were a few other questions like my job, my family make-up and a few of my hobbies. Long Black was especially quick to say 'me too' if he agreed with anything I said. While these were all good and fine, considering we didn't manage to go over shared interests during our very short-lived text conversation, it did feel like I was being interviewed.

But, dear readers, let me first paint a picture of our Mr Long Black.

On the profile he submitted to the dating agency, he provided a photo where he was out on a cliff overlooking the ocean, advised he had studied computer science and that his hobbies included singing. The man I met was a nervous introvert. While the photo showed him in jean shorts and a nice black shirt, the man I met wore a baggy black t-shirt with 'Tradie' written on it in big block letters. He also had on a pair of grey sweatpants and white tennis shoes. He'd also done a poor job at shaving, with patches on the right side of his face. I later learned he'd only studied computer science to secure himself a permanent resident visa and that he was now working in a warehouse catering to eBay.

To say I was disappointed was an understatement.

In fact, by the time I finished my spaghetti bolognese, I was looking to leave. Mr Long Black simply wasn't cutting it for me. Especially as he seemed adamant to speak in English although I'd told him (and demonstrated my ability) to speak in Mandarin. He also expressed some views that I found a bit narrow-minded, without much potential for growth.

I don't like to speak ill of the people I meet but there was an air of desperation to him. Or maybe it came from the fact he kept sipping from his coffee cup (which already looked half empty by the time I arrived). Whatever the case, he reminded me of a high school friend of mine whose girlfriend had brutally broken up with him during their overseas trip and had lost hope of ever finding someone.

Coupled with the fact that Mr Long Black didn't like his job but wasn't making any steps to changing his situation, I had the feeling he was a man looking for a woman who could encourage him out of his shell and to force him to try new things. An extrovert who didn't mind 'fixing' him, if you will.

This, of course, is not me.

If you've read my post about Stray Gods, you know Apollo didn't much appeal to me because he was just a sad boi. I would prefer a manic pixie dream boy/ himbo golden retriever, or a power mummy who will step on me.

Okay. Well, maybe they don't have to be those archetypes (especially if they're an actual flesh and blood human), but I'm definitely not someone wants a problem project of a human. And after trying to 'fix' the one ex-friend I had, who also lived an incredibly sheltered life and has only now discovered gender fluidity at thirty because of their lack of exposure to basically everything, I don't need or want to fall back into old habits.

Although, to be perfectly honest, I think I do have a type. Shout out to my friend Redoubt asking me about this during our Christmas/ New Year party at the end of 2023. But honestly, I think my type might be women. Their the ones who can draw you in because they're energetic and bubbly and you don't feel silly around when you goof up. And while their laughs can be loud, it's also endearing?

I know! Revelation after revelation!

I was reading A Man Called Over for my work bookclub and while I'm not as good with my hands as Ove is, I'm definitely the more curmudgeonly type of individual. As I've told quite a few people, I'm the grump who needs a sunshine to brighten up their days. The one whose nose is booped when they're being stubborn.

So, what I need is the Enid to my Wednesday. The Harley to my Ivy.

In any case, I didn't stay long with Mr Long Black, feigning an excuse to leave after an hour and a bit in his stomach. Given I'd also ordered more than he did, I also paid for the bill. In this age of equality and feminism, it seemed like the decent thing to do despite his objections (Long Black was seated on the cushion-y seats inside the booth while I sat outside).

Afterwards, I took a gander around Burwood Westfield before heading home, retreating once more to the comfort of my books and video games.

So ended a not so successful date.

But who knows, maybe I might have found a spark as I've been travelling overseas. By now, @bleachpanda and I are probably in Japan and will be making our way back home to Australia in a few short days. True, we'll miss out on the cherry blossom season but there's always next time!

#personal blog #dating #artisaint #spaghetti bolognese #the food was great #so was the ice chocolate

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the-underground-candy · 1 year

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#pasta bolognese #bolognese pasta #spaghetti bolognese #bolognese #pasta #spaghetti #food #foodporn #munchies #theundergroundcandy

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mockva · 2 months

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"Spaghetti Bolognese"

Ingredients: Spaghetti – 250 gr Minced beef 200-250 gr Onion – 1 piece, (80 gr) Garlic clove – 3-4, (50 gr) Tomatoes – 2-3 pieces or cherry tomatoes, 10 pieces Tomato sauce – 2 tbsp Thyme or Italian herbs, a pinch Cheese

#spaghetti bolognese #spaghetti #recipe

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internetbt · 1 year

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