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Friday, July 13, 2018

Πέμπτη, εβδομάδα 2


Όπως ξέρετε, χθες το βραδύ, έμεινα στο σπίτι.

¨Ηταν τέλειο!  Και αισθανόμαι πιο καλά σήμερα, οποίο είναι καλά, έτσι ήταν μια καλή ίδεα να κοιμήθηκα νωρίς. 

Νόμισα ότι την Αγγλια θα κέρδιζε το ποδόσφαριο, αλλά ήταν την Κροατία.  Αυτό είναι καλά για μένα, γιατί θέλω να την Γαλλία κερδίσει και θα είναι ευκολότερο εναντίον την Κροατία. Ίσως θα βρω καπου να βλέπω τον μέγαλο τελικό την Κυριακή.  Ο Γαρέθ θα είναι αναστατωμένος για την Αγγλιά, έτσι δεν θα τον πω για αυτό.  Αλλά, Ερικ θα είναι χαρούσμενος!

Τώρα, θα παω στο σουπερ μαρκετ.  Θέλω να αγόρασω λιγο τροφυ για τις γάτες, για τις γάτες στο πανεπιστήμιο.  Δεν μου αρέσι ότι τις δινουν ψωμί και τυροπίτες, αυτούς δεν είναι καλά για τις γάτες, και ειδικά τα γατάκια.  

Monday, July 12, 2010

Sunday, July 11, 2010

catch up

So, aside from eating my own hair and dreaming of star wars pancake moulds, what the hell I have I been up to?

1. Thesis
Going slowly, but at least it's going. I was supposed to review my lit review this weekend on the basis in a change in question. mmmmmm... that's probably not going to happen, but I WILL finish my ethics application. Need to get a police check to go with it. Hopefully they don't know about any of the stuff I got up to in my 20s.....

2. Staying Warm
Or not. It's been fucking cold. I know weather is the most boring blog topic possible, but it's been so cold it's been the constant topic of conversation with all. My office thermometer reads 7 degrees when I arrive in the morning, and I shiver for the rest. This does have a connection with point 1, as it's just too cold to work in my home study in the evenings. My fingers don't work on the keyboard. Good excuse I think.

3. Sleeping
What better to do when it's cold and you don't want to study than sleep. mmmmmm.... sleep

4. Simpsons
When you're not sleeping you can watch the Simpson's 20th anniversary season on DVD.

5. Hate your job
Since going part time recently, I have realised just how much I hate my job. Or maybe I just hate working. Yes, that seems more the point. So while watching the Simpsons between naps I think of ways to not work. This has probably been the least successful of my recent ventures, as it will see me back in my cold, heartless office tomorrow.

6. Eating
Lots. Last night it was Indian style roast beef (not for the Hindus) and Bulgarian pepper and feta toast. Odd combination. One of the cooks is Bulgarian. They other just likes roast beef. Today I've had bacon and egg rolls at the farmers market, come home with rabbit to braise and am out tonight for curry and too much red wine, I would hazard a guess.

7. Football
Finally, but not least, talking about the football. I have watched very little of it, as it's just been too cold for 4.30am kick offs. But working with a range of Europeans and South East Asians (not to mention the Brits), it's been a hot topic of conversation. I need one of those looser t-shirts that says 'I support France and anyone playing Germany', so even though Les Bleus didn't make it past the group stage - in spectacular style - German's out of the grand final, and that makes me happy. Will do my best to get up this morning and watch Spain and the Netherlands fight it out. Smart money's on Spain. But I have a soft spot for the little orange warriors.

Interesting point that I once read somewhere. When you have a tendency to travel the world as much as I do you realise that carrots can come in many colours: orange, yellow, white, purple. Although they all pretty much taste the same. But at one point or another the Dutch were producing almost all of Europe's carrots. And naturally they preferred orange, which is why in the west we only have orange carrots.

True or not, I don't know. But it's a good story.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

choux and chewbacca

Another entry in my extended research into procrastination.

Today JC came round to help my bake my own birthday cake. But not just any cake, croquembouche (french for 'crack in the mouth'. Not crack as in amphetamines sold in dodgy neighbourhoods, crack the verb, as in I cracked my favourite coffee cup). This was to be my first ever croquembouche.

Croquembouche is choux pastry, filled with custard (ours was chocolate) and then built into a conical shape around a metal mould, and held together with hard toffee, which is also spun around the resulting pyramid to make think web of strung toffee.

It was much easier than I thought (partly due to the gift of new, and expensive piping bags) and we only ended up with third degree burns to 75% of our bodies from the toffee.


We had about six pastries each before I went door knocking the neighbours with kids to off load the rest. I have hurt my jaw from all the toffee and am going to have to go an lie down in a minute, such is the sugar crash currently going on in my endocrine system.

However in a short web browse before my nap, I checked some emails and some new posts. Garrett at Vanilla Garlic who has also had a recent birthday was talking about the prices of cookware in some store I am not familiar with. Googling it to find out what he was talking about I found these:


I think it is fair to say that my life will never be complete until I own a set of Star Wars pancake moulds.

Also, France drew with Uruguay in the first set of Group A matches early this morning. All matches were draws. I got up early to watch France play. Found the game to be dreary beyond words and went back to bed. We're up against Mexico next I think. Hopefully this will be a better match.

Friday, June 27, 2008

what to do?

first France were out.

So i decided to switch alliances to my arch nemesis Italy.

.....gone.....

Turkey seemed like a good idea.

It was hopefully until Germany put their third goal in late in the game.


So, now it's down to Germany and Spain in the final. Honestly, I could never support Germany (sorry BBITW), and Spain's a nice place for holidays.

Va Espana!!!!!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

oh my god, they worked!

YES! FINALLY

I managed to make biscuits that actually worked. hurrah hurrah hurrah.

and i almost didn't make the deadline this month. the days were ticking away, and I'm supposed to be going away this weekend and I thought all was lost.

Of course, there's a story.....

this morning i had a fantastic breakfast at a new place in the city. Well - Pranzo's not new, I've just never been there before so it was new to me. for an upcoming work celebration staff were invited to suggest a venue and a time. Having recently been introduced to this menu by other means i suggested a staff breakfast there. everyone thought i was joking when i mentioned black pudding bruschetta and apple risotto.

Philistines.

needless to say my nomination was not successful (it'll be pies and pasties in the boardroom. how imaginative), so i went to pranzo for breakfast with a current colleague, the opera singer, and a former employee, housing girl. both firm food fans with a little bit a class.

i had the pudding (i LOVE black pudding), opera boy had the risotto and housing girl the poached pears with ricotta. all were a hit. the pudding was soft, as the Europeans do it, and the eggs perfectly poached with just a peppery hint of chili.

anyway, all was in fine form. opera boy is regularly hilarious (i have been known to cry and pee simultaneously when he's on a roll) and we hadn't seen housing girl for a while. so the three of us snorted and chuckled through breakfast before heading off to the office.

about an hour later opera boy mentioned that my voice had become decidedly sexier. twenty minutes after that it had gone completely and i was sent home.

after five hours sleep (oh yeah, sounds good, but how on earth will i nod off tonight???) i was at a loose end. having all the required ingredients in the house i set about baking. Here's a recipe:

Snickerdoodles (thanks to Kate at the Clean Plate Club. She rocks)

Ingredients
  • 240gm butter
  • 1 1/2 cups flour
  • 2 large eggs
  • 2 3/4 cups plain flour
  • 2 tspns cream of tartar
  • 1 tspn baking soda
  • 1/4 tspn salt
  • 2 tblspn ground cinnamon mixed with 1/4 cup sugar
method
1. preheat oven to 180 degrees
2. cream butter and sugar until creamy and then combine eggs
3. sift in dry ingredients
4. roll into small balls in the palm of your hand and then roll them in the cinnamon sugar
5. bake 5cm apart on a lined tray for 10 minutes, turning once
6. when ready they should have spread and cracked down the centre. they should not brown.

sounds easy.

and for once it was. they took about 10 minutes to get together, and about that long again to cook.

I've learnt that they're much nicer once they've cooled and hardened (I'm useless at resisting hot food). The only thing I changed from the recipe (and it's minor change) is that my sugar had a vanilla bean in the jar, which was lovely for me as vanilla is one of my favourite flavours.

I'm just so pleased that after a long, long list of failures I've finally be able to complete a cookie carnival challenge successfully. actually, all this typing has made me tired. maybe i can go back to bed. it's nearly 6 after all.........

oh yes, a PS: Good luck to Turkey in the Euro 2008 Finals! They're playing Germany - they'll need it!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

au revoir mes bleus

well france are out of the european cup. all i have to say is sod you italy. you'll get yours one day. i'm glad rome week is over - i couldn't face eating your food. every bite would rip through my heart.

here is france in their hey day. zizu. le boeuf. and the best national anthem ever.

may their impure blood water our fields.

indeed

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

rome week continues. the brother gracchi and the best pasta you'll ever eat

it's quite ironic that this is rome week, but i'll get to that later. today are two lessons, one on making the most divine spaghetti with roast chicken sauce, and the other on republican agrarian law reform. no, it's more interesting that that i promise.

in the second century BC the romans were in a spot of bother. roman society and politics was governed by a rather complicated set of titles an positions. i have horrible trouble trying to remember if a quaestor outranks aedile, so don't worry if you don't get your head around on the first read. but as is the case with most civilisations, the power of rome relied heavily on the strength of its army. and to be in the army you had to own land. now during this period there were a lot of greedy sods around who were buying up land at a rate of knots, and putting small land holders out on their arses. ahhhhh.... capitalism. gotta love it.

so along comes Tiberius Gracchus, and the Populares party. now old Tiberius came from good stock - his grandfather was Scipio Africanus, the sacker of Carthage (sounds familiar? it was the first scene in the Colosseum in the movie Gladiator). Tiberius, as a tribune, sought to reform land tax and land law to increase the number of land owning citizens and also therefore the number of citizens who could be conscripted.

without going into too much detail this was very very unpopular with many of the land owning patrician families, and in the process of trying to get himself re-elected, Tiberius was killed.

so everything trundles along for about a decade, when Tiberius' up-start of a brother, Gaius, comes along. He's got these crazy ideas in his head about redistributing land to the poor, and allowing citizenship to more of the empire's inhabitants, decreasing the duration of conscription, and curtailing taxes that make the rich richer and the poor poorer. sounds like socialism to me. terrible thing. and the romans certainly thought so and Gaius and his political allies were hunted down or chased out of rome.

and of course all these centuries later there is obviously debate as to whether the Gracchi had the needs of the poor of Rome at heart (which as we have noted in the current political climate is wrong), or whether they were just out to make a name for themselves and increase their power in the senate (good thing, apparently).

at any rate a few years, and battles, later along come the Caesars and voila - Empire. and it's all milk and honey for a few centuries, and then it goes to hell in a handbasket. mercy - i've just put the rise and fall of the Roman Empire into a sentence. if you need pictures with this, just watch the Star Wars films. it's basically the same thing (but Harrison Ford is cuter than the Gracchi).

lordy, all of this political debate has made me hungry. mmmmmmmm..... italian roast chicken pasta. this recipe was given to me by my friend gabriella, who got it from her aunt. her family came to australia, via france, after their part of italy ceased to exist after the war. fascism, certainly a bad thing, i think we can all agree.

to start off with you'll need a whole chicken. please make it a free range, grain feed, hormone/antibiotic free bird. aside from being much, much nicer for the animal before it gives its life for you to eat, it makes the meat taste much better.

start by making slits in the meat and stuffing these with cloves of garlic. then salt the skin of the bird. well. a lotta salt. really. then place large cubes of butter on the bird, in the bird and in the pan. finally scatter around a good quantity of rosemary sprigs, and a couple in the cavity too.

(you can't see the salt in this picuture, but it's there. trust me)


put the bird in a pre-heated oven. how long it takes to cook will depend on the size of the chicken, but allow an hour and a quarter for this part of the process. no one likes their chicken done rare.

as the bird is getting close to done, pour a cup and a half of chicken stock and a cup of white wine over the bird, and return to the oven until it's done.

While the bird is resting cook some pasta. a nice thick spaghetti, or even fettuccine, as it sauce will be very thin and will need something that holds it well.

while that is happening mix a little cornflour with some water and then add this to the liquid in the pan. place on the hob to thicken.

to serve mix the cooked pasta in the pan with the juices and a couple of good hand fulls of grated parmesan. you can either serve the meat separately with some salad as a second course, or do as i do and stir some of the meat through the pasta, and then slice the breasts to place on top.

serve with more cheese.


this really is a heart attack on a stick, but it is so incredibly good, i can't tell you. it's one of my signature dishes, and one that people request when i invite them around. and it's quite easy to do. impress your friends and families today by serving them this, you won't regret it!

but you'll remember at the beginning of this post i mentioned irony. Well Euro 2008 is on a the moment, and last night Italy got their arses kicked by the Netherlands. 3-0!!!! I will have vengeance for what those romans did to my beloved blues in the finals in 2006.

Vive la France!!!!