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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. 

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