Saturday, 26 April 2008

Dyeing days

Dyeingdays_004 Dyeingdays_003 The dyeing continues. It's funny - compared to the total of what I've dyed and sold over the past few years, this isn't that much... but it sure looks like a lot piled up on the spare bed! I'm loving the long weekend - the only thing I have planned is to go to a hen's night tonight, and the rest of the time is for dyeing, and spinning, and hanging out with my birdy and my boy. Mmm.

Dyeingdays_001 Meanwhile, I got myself a very exciting book in the mail this morning (yes, it *is* the morning of anzac day long weekend, I was very surprised). So I've tipped out a pile of spinningy fibrey stash and I'm going to play a bit with felted yarns and maybe coils and that sort of exciting stuff. Eeeeeeeeeeeee!

Sunday, 20 April 2008

The weekend of heppy!

I have had a WONDERFUL weekend!

It started Friday night when Liz and Chelle came to stay with us for a night, and I went out to have nyummy asian food in Dickson with them... mmm. Laksa. How can you go wrong!

We got up reasonably early, and despite the fact that Canberra isn't very big, Chelle got lost going for a walk. It might not be big, but it's hell confusing - all the streets are curly and curvy, and because Canberra has no billboards (yeah, it's a bit Pleasantville) and the burbs aren't that old, it's actually quite difficult to find your direction because of the distinct lack of landmarks. It's all curvy roads and dry roadsides and rather conservative looking homes, and poor dehydrated drought ravaged gardens. (Well except for the parliamentary circle and anywhere near the lakes, which are divinely green and rather lovely). Anyway. I go rescue Chelle, who was half way back to Sydney, and we all took off to Belconnen fresh food markets and had brekky at the organic cafe there. Pretty nice. The eggs are amazing, though the quality of their roasted veg has gone down - no zucchinis or other greens, just sweet potato, pumpkin and carrot. Other than that it's a gorgeous little cafe with really good organic coffee and incredibly indulgent chocolates, and lots of hippy-chick sorta things like ear candles and organic sushi ingredients and stuff. We were having so much fun that we forgot to take photos. Always a good sign :D

Then I took off to work for a few hours, and after that the foody joy continued.

Weekendofheppy_002I was wailing away a week or so ago about how it's a bit sucky that Lebanese food is so luscious, but takes so long to prepare, so a few girlies put their hands up for the experience of coming over and making stuffed vine leaves. If you do this alone, you need about 3 or 4 hours. If you have girlfriends and a bottle of wine, you can knock it over in 2. And the 2nd hour is when they're cooking on the stove top, so it's an hour of rolling spliff-type munchies, and an hour of hanging out, drinking wine and gossiping enthusiastically about all sorts of silly stuff.

Weekendofheppy_005Divine, wonderful, beautiful way to spend a Saturday arvo! There will definitely be repeats of the experience, next time I'm doing stuffed zucchinis. *droool* The recipe for the stuffed vine leaves is very accessible, you can find it in this little Woman's Weekly book. A lighter, more traditional lemon-flavoured style can be found elsewhere, but I love this one because it's so sweet and rich with the tomato sauce.

Weekendofheppy_003And finally, the roast of doom later that night. Need I say more? Despite a no-show (silly boy doesn't know what he's missing, nor how sought-after a seat at the Doom Roast is), it was a raging success, especially with Maddi's home made margarita ice cream. Mmm.

Weekendofheppy_004Could it have been any better? Not in a million years. Bring on the 4 day week, I feel like a million dollars :D Now I'm just hanging out with a glass of rose and reading Jane Austen by candlelight. *heppy heppy heppy*

Friday, 04 April 2008

It's all about the foooood

So I'm leaving SnB last night (yay for having dinner beforehand yummmm) and racing back to my car in the freezing cold (yay for Mrs Beetons!) when a girl stops me and asks "are you a local?"

Hm. Tough question. I ask myself that sometimes, too.

"Sort of", I reply hesitantly, "what's up?"

"We're from Newcastle and we're here for the week and we want Indian for dinner, not the same old (!) Thai food, you know anywhere in Civic?"

No, I don't. Does that mean I'm off the hook with the "local" thing?

"No, sorry", I say, "I know a great Japanese place just over there... but... " pause... "you guys gotta car?"

"Sure", she says.

"Well!" I say, all excited now, "there's this gorgeous little Indian place called Bollywood Masala in Dickson. Ya know where that is? Yes? Great! Yeah, me and my partner go there every year for Valentine's Day!"

The girl squees. I mean she seriously, honest to god, opened her mouth and went "squeeeeeeeee! omg we've got to go!!!!!!!11one!" (which up until now I had thought unpronouncable) at which point we all spontaneously became best friends and they took off. It was really quite gorgeous, and made me smile all the way home.

Even though I had effectively owned up to being a local.

Ah well. I guess you can't win em all.

Wednesday, 02 April 2008

Yumminess galore

This is definitely not a weight watchers type recipe.

Yumminess_003Fry up chicken breast, onion, bacon, then when the pan is nice n hot, add some garlic and seeded mustard. Then you push everything to the egdes, and let the middle of the pan get hot and splash in some white wine, which will bubble and mostly evaporate, mix it up and repeat the wine thing once or twice. Yummmm. Then all you have to do is let it get nice n hot again, and add a little thingy of cream (I used "lite" cream and it was great, I have a feeling full cream might be too rich) and then chuck in a bit of cornflour to thicken it (maybe a teaspoon) and let it simmer til it's just right. I also added a bit of salt and a tiny bit of nutmeg. I would have used lovely chunky mushrooms if I had any. Ah wull.

Yumminess_001 Then I got a cute little measuring cup and I made little rice sandcastles! How cute is that?

Gourmetsqueak!

Getting all productive

I go many months without spinning at all, and then suddenly *bam* I can't get enough.

Spinning_001 Spinning_002 Spinning_003The green and blue stuff is the Jenny-coloured sliver I spun a few days ago, and the beige is a natural coloured fleece which I got a sample of (this 70g or so is all I have) done in a 2 ply. I know it's messy, but I like having the big fat messy bits in there, so that when it's knitted up you can see that it's handspun.

The other thing I'm playing round with is the chunky cream stuff that I spun the other night... it's not going to be cream for much loooooonger! :-)

Tuesday, 01 April 2008

The case of the confused call centre

Phone: Ring ring

Me: Hello?

Phone: ...

Me: He-LOOOO?

Phone: ... *hiss*

Me: Hellohellohelloooooooo!

Phone: *call centre noise kicks in* Hello, is that Miss (partner's surname, which is different to mine)?

Me: Miss who?

Phone: Miss (partner's surname)

Me, cheerfully and truthfully: No darling, there's no Miss (partner's surname) here, sorry! *hangs up*

*cackle*

Yeah, I know it's a crappy job, I used to do it. Hanging up quickly is a mercy, and saves them time trying to suck up to someone they'd rather not talk to either. Hehehe...

Canberra bashing

I have this really bad habit of Canberra-bashing. It's sort of fun, taking the piss out of this town. After more than two years of living here, I still don't like Canberra much, and I've resigned myself to the fact that this is the way it's going to stay.

I am, however, trying to move from my current stance, which is completely loathing the place with all of my being, to accepting that this is where I live and it isn't my first choice of city but hey, here I am and despite this I'm happy. I'm working on it.

It's hard to do it when everything that shits me gets blamed on Canberra. Like "god it's cold, I HATE the cold, I hate being cold AAAARGH I HATE CANBERRA SO MUCH", or "Man, I wish I could get a job as a counsellor, Sydney has lots of jobs and Canberra has none AAARGH I HATE CANBERRA SO MUCH" or "I miss SUMS and I don't wanna join SCUNA and I HATE CANBERRA SO MUCH"... basically anything that annoys me gets blamed on Canberra. Which is sort of unfair.

Even when I lived in Sydney, I was in love with the city. But now that I don't live there, this is growing into something of an obsession, an almost unhealthy one, since it's detracting from my everyday happiness. I'm not doing myself any favours here. It doesn't help that even Sydney people think of the city as the centre of the universe, or at least Australia. I had to laugh listening to ABC Classic FM this morning where someone was saying that Kookaburra National Musical Company has only actually produced shows in Sydney so far. At least Sydney Theatre Company has the good grace to call themselves that rather than the National Theatre Company.

Conversely, I find it highly annoying that Canberra calls its art gallery the National Gallery (I HATE CANBERRA SO MUCH! ...oops) - the Art Gallery of NSW is bigger and better in my (rather biased) opinion. But hey. This might be just another example of me indulging in Canberra-bashing once again, hehe.

The thing about it is that hating this town takes a lot of energy, and ultimately it makes me feel unhappy and discontent. I don't think that I'm ever going to like it. But what I'm aiming at here is just to stop carrying on about how much I detest it, in the interest of my own peace of mind. Is this possible? I guess I'm just going to have to wait and see. 

Monday, 31 March 2008

Depression feels a bit like...

...waking up every morning, and the first thing you think is fuck and the second is omg this day is gonna be awwwwful i just dont wanna and things continue like that in your mind, and you just can't seem to shift it.

Giving depression a huge kick up the arse happens a little later in the day when you make an effort to find things to balance that feeling out. Things that made me giggle/smile/squeak with happiness today have so far been:

  • listening to JJJ being silly buggers and playing with ukeleles (have I spelled that incorrectly???) this morning on the way to work
  • getting a cup of coffee brought to me while in the shower (love you)
  • swallowing my fear and getting all assertive and proactive at work
  • finding unguarded lindt chocolates in the tea room this morning (haha! fair game if they're left in a bowl where everyone can find them!)

And that was just this morning. I now have a belly full of lunch and Pessimism has moved his skinny ugly arse over... Optimism just parked her ample butt down, and kept on scooting over until he fell off the end of the bench. Yay!

Saturday, 29 March 2008

Earth Hour

www.earthhour.org

Earth_hour ...need I say more?

Mmm. Candles gooood.

Pot pies

How to make a yummy-yummy pot pie! It's very easy, and it's one of those things that I don't really have a recipe for, I just sort of make it. Luke used to do beef and guiness ones for the bistro, and I watched him and adapted the recipe to include things I liked, which is probably the best way to do it.

Start off with a biggish saucepan. Um, this recipe has no measurements in it, so I apologise for that. My mum taught me to cook with instructions like "and then add a nice big healthy squirt of salt" (salt comes out of the big plastic saxa bottles in a squirt, LOL), so if that sort of description drives you crazy, you're gonna hate this. BUT! Every time I do the pies they turn out different because I throw in whatever's in the house/fridge, and keep tasting/sniffing it until it's about right.

So you get your saucepan and throw in a chopped/wedged onion or 2 (I use 2 because I like lots of onion but you probably only need one), bit of butter or oil, some garlic if you like. Fry it up a bit until the onion is as you like it, pop it aside in a little bowl. If you really want to go all out, you can fry some bacon up with it at this stage too. I was going to but forgot, didn't make much difference cos it still tasted amazing. Hehe.

Get your meat, (I used about 500g, made three pies) I like chuck steak because it gets that lovely stringy effect when it's made into a stew. Fry it up over a fairly high heat, and when it's sealed and looking good, and the saucepan base is nice and hot, throw in a heap of red wine. You can put in enough to sizzle and evaporate, but I like to put a good dose of it in, because I like my pie sauce rich. Then add stock, I put in a beef oxo cube and about a cup of water, generally (more wine + less stock = richer sauce); (more stock + less wine = lighter sauce). It's up to you what you like. If you use chicken meat instead of red meat, you can use veggie stock and white wine. The variations and the possibilities are quite literally endless. Throw in a few tablespoons (more or less) of worcestershire sauce. It should be quite runny and soupy now, but never mind, that'll change.

Then I start just throwing things in at random. I put in some cornflour to thicken it, some sweet soy sauce to make it nice and brown and rich, a big dose of dried herbs (I used a heaped tablespoon of the masterfoods italian blend this time which is just dried oregano, thyme, rosemary, marjoram, basil, sage and something else i can't remember), I put in some bbq sauce I think (LOL), um, salt and pepper and maybe even some gravox powder. Then I put in a cup of frozen peas and corn, and some sliced carrots, you can use whatever veggies you want. If you put diced potato in it, cook the potato first, and don't put as much flour in because the starchiness of the taters will thicken the mix a bit as well. Put the cooked onion and garlic back in too.

In winter, when you really need warming up, I put in cayenne pepper and sweet chilli sauce as well, so this makes it spicy as well as hot, and warms you up two ways! Red capsicum is nice thrown in as thin slices, it sweetens it up. Yum. I often put in a tablespoon of tomato paste and a very ripe chopped tomato, but again, it's up to you. You can also use beer instead of the wine. Experiment.

So mix it all up, and taste it. No, not the meat! Taste the sauce, the soup, on a spoon. Add pretty much whatever you like (I threatened to throw Phoenix in at one stage but she really wouldn't have a bar of it.)

Preheat your oven to about 220, 230 degrees C (you may need it hotter if you dont have an oven fan), and grab a tray to put the dishes on.

Then you want to reduce your mixture so it's the right thickness, as it's likely to still be pretty runny, you want to let the cornflour do its thing. Turn the heat right down to a slow simmer. This is where if you were clever, it'd be first thing in the morning, and you'd throw it in a slow cooker and leave it on all day. But if it's a weeknight and you've just gotten home from work, let it simmer for 30-60 mins, if it's really runny, leave the lid off the pot; if it's almost there but not quite, put a lid on to keep the moisture in the  pie mixture. Stir it every now and then, it will stick.

At this stage I like to do mash for serving with it while the mixture is simmering. Up ta you.

Then you cut little circles of frozen puff pastry, and get the pie mixture off the stove, ladle it into your pie dishes (dont over-fill them or they'll spill everywhere in the oven) so that the mixture is almost to the top - i leave about 5mm at the top), put the pastry on top of the dish and press with your fingers around the edge to seal. Brush with milk and chuck it in your nice hot oven until the pastry is puffy and golden brown.

I like to serve it with my mash and some fresh steamed greens or a salad.

Yummmmmmmm. Hope you can make sense of this. Enjoy :):):)

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