Bethany is branding herself outside of the Fitzroy Centrelink with her Customer Reference Number at 4pm.
That is 9 numbers and one letter.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I like to repeat myself.
Remember when I made this?
Well, I happen to be living off it when I don't know how the weather is making me feel. Here's a picture of it, I think the only difference is that this one has parsley and more celery...just because I felt like it.
Oh, and I am all smiles now, because I realise the Slow Food Market is on this Saturday and I can restock on certain crazies.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
And did I mention that eating that salad is best done during dusk while listening to Charlotte Gainsbourg's The Operation?
Well, I happen to be living off it when I don't know how the weather is making me feel. Here's a picture of it, I think the only difference is that this one has parsley and more celery...just because I felt like it.
Oh, and I am all smiles now, because I realise the Slow Food Market is on this Saturday and I can restock on certain crazies.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
And did I mention that eating that salad is best done during dusk while listening to Charlotte Gainsbourg's The Operation?
The Golden Ging makes a special.
A couple of boys just came back from working in Perth. I don't think words are necessary.
Hmm, green things.
The boys always have a talent for making very crispy potatoes.
All the time. It is their shtick.
These mushrooms were amazing. To quote the Golden Ging, "You see, the trick is to find all the Asian sauces you have, and then, put them all on the mushrooms while you're cooking it, eh?"
It's a good point to note that one day, they were forced to drive to Box Hill and actually buy real Asian sauces.
The fried fish fillets.
And the oven baked fish that got punched in the side by a knife. No, wait, that is called stabbing...
Very tasty.
The aftermath.
I made a rice pudding after wards, but everyone ate it before a photo was taken. And I believe they also consumed a hell of a lot of dark chocolate in the interim.
Well done, Ging.
Hmm, green things.
The boys always have a talent for making very crispy potatoes.
All the time. It is their shtick.
These mushrooms were amazing. To quote the Golden Ging, "You see, the trick is to find all the Asian sauces you have, and then, put them all on the mushrooms while you're cooking it, eh?"
It's a good point to note that one day, they were forced to drive to Box Hill and actually buy real Asian sauces.
The fried fish fillets.
And the oven baked fish that got punched in the side by a knife. No, wait, that is called stabbing...
Very tasty.
The aftermath.
I made a rice pudding after wards, but everyone ate it before a photo was taken. And I believe they also consumed a hell of a lot of dark chocolate in the interim.
Well done, Ging.
Monday, November 17, 2008
I have a confession to make...
Not only am I a dork, but I realised that I have no more hiding spots for my books.
Yes, I have a lot of literature and I love it. If I could, one of my ideal holidays would involve only a bar, sun with occasional rain and the opportunity to devour books for a few weeks.
But, I was thinking about stacking all the books I have in one area, or at least tidying it up and putting it in the drawers. I somehow forgot that I actually have already stuffed them full with books.
I should have never discovered Amazon.
I should have never gotten a food magazine subscription.
I should have never spitefully directed anger towards the Melbourne Uni Bookshop because I see now that I own:
27 cook books. There are no specific genres, although, some would be considered bibles...
and
have 3 1/2 years worth of Gourmet Traveller magazines lurking and spilling out of the bookshelf and my vanity. So, the maths would be...42 issues.
As well as the books that I like to read for leisure and subject readers I have accumulated over the years.
oh... and notebooks.
It doesn't sound like much, but when you're living in a share house, you kind of look like a freak.
Yes, I have a lot of literature and I love it. If I could, one of my ideal holidays would involve only a bar, sun with occasional rain and the opportunity to devour books for a few weeks.
But, I was thinking about stacking all the books I have in one area, or at least tidying it up and putting it in the drawers. I somehow forgot that I actually have already stuffed them full with books.
I should have never discovered Amazon.
I should have never gotten a food magazine subscription.
I should have never spitefully directed anger towards the Melbourne Uni Bookshop because I see now that I own:
27 cook books. There are no specific genres, although, some would be considered bibles...
and
have 3 1/2 years worth of Gourmet Traveller magazines lurking and spilling out of the bookshelf and my vanity. So, the maths would be...42 issues.
As well as the books that I like to read for leisure and subject readers I have accumulated over the years.
oh... and notebooks.
It doesn't sound like much, but when you're living in a share house, you kind of look like a freak.
At this house, we all have funny pee.
I have recently struck a deal, nay, an agreement with my wonderful Lute. He has been feeling as if he has been eating too much of my food and, well, frankly I don't care because if it doesn't get eaten it will just go bad.
He hates cooking, and I live in the kitchen when it hasn't been taken over by wine glasses.
So, he's going to chuck in some money every week and basically his conscience is clear.
I usually spend my Tuesdays mornings at the market and I can guarantee a few things to happen every time:
1- That I will run into 1928
2- That I will purchase more food than I can physically carry, and thus be swearing through the majority of the walk home.
3- That I will purchase more cheese than one person could concieve.
4-That I will take advantage of seasonal produce..and for the second week in a row, diving into the asparagus, 3 bunches for $5...boo-yah!
What I didn't bank on was this:
1- Running into the wonderful bohemian woman in met at Litchfield falls in NT about 5 months ago. She lived out of her car for 3 weeks and had leg hair that I wanted to braid. There was a commitment ceremony involved in the 45 degree haze, the cutting of hair and she gave me away to the gay gods. She's working in the organic section till January and then heading to Tasmania.
The only thing I wanted to ask her was if it were possible to drive to Tasmania. (I answered my own question, yes...on a boat.)
2- Buying spelt flour, buckwheat flour and quinoa. Yes people, this is for you. I guess I am going to try do some healthy baking, or play around with pie crusts. Who knows, I had a feeling.
As with quinoa, it is stupidly good for you and I guess it is time that I start eating it again. Keep posted...
3- Having my housemate at the market at the exact same time and opening the door to the house and realising that she was 2 minutes behind me the whole way.
And finally, after John Candy's birthday, none of us have been able to bring ourselves to take down the A0 posters.
Why?
Because they are awesome.
Lute's room is in the front of the house and there is huge face of JC stuck on the window. And, on many occasions, I have mentioned how close we are to the Hotel Lincoln.
Occasionally, he can feel people on the street watching him, but in the end, realise it is just the poster.
I have had friends walk down the back laneway, and sometimes the garage door gets jammed. When this happens, I get a number of text messages saying(not exactly, but are all similar to);
"Haha, your name is Buck and you're here to fuck."
That is because there is a giant poster of Uncle Buck in my room with the text from Kill Bill.
Oh, intertexualtiy. Love it.
Anyways, as we are all unpacking our groceries we get a knock on the door. Three businessmen are standing there on their lunch break and I'm holding celery in one hand and an avocado in the other. My other housemate is in the middle of sticking a mango in her face and Lute's at the door with a bowl of muesli and orange juice.
Businessman1- Hey, sorry to do this, but it is a bet for ten dollars.
Lute- Yes. (Omnomnom)
Businessman2- But, we were wondering...
Lute- Yes...(omnomnom)
Businessman1- is that John Candy
Lute- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ahhhhh
...
Yes.
The Businessmen turn, laugh and head back the the Lincoln.
Ah, JC, God bless him.
He hates cooking, and I live in the kitchen when it hasn't been taken over by wine glasses.
So, he's going to chuck in some money every week and basically his conscience is clear.
I usually spend my Tuesdays mornings at the market and I can guarantee a few things to happen every time:
1- That I will run into 1928
2- That I will purchase more food than I can physically carry, and thus be swearing through the majority of the walk home.
3- That I will purchase more cheese than one person could concieve.
4-That I will take advantage of seasonal produce..and for the second week in a row, diving into the asparagus, 3 bunches for $5...boo-yah!
What I didn't bank on was this:
1- Running into the wonderful bohemian woman in met at Litchfield falls in NT about 5 months ago. She lived out of her car for 3 weeks and had leg hair that I wanted to braid. There was a commitment ceremony involved in the 45 degree haze, the cutting of hair and she gave me away to the gay gods. She's working in the organic section till January and then heading to Tasmania.
The only thing I wanted to ask her was if it were possible to drive to Tasmania. (I answered my own question, yes...on a boat.)
2- Buying spelt flour, buckwheat flour and quinoa. Yes people, this is for you. I guess I am going to try do some healthy baking, or play around with pie crusts. Who knows, I had a feeling.
As with quinoa, it is stupidly good for you and I guess it is time that I start eating it again. Keep posted...
3- Having my housemate at the market at the exact same time and opening the door to the house and realising that she was 2 minutes behind me the whole way.
And finally, after John Candy's birthday, none of us have been able to bring ourselves to take down the A0 posters.
Why?
Because they are awesome.
Lute's room is in the front of the house and there is huge face of JC stuck on the window. And, on many occasions, I have mentioned how close we are to the Hotel Lincoln.
Occasionally, he can feel people on the street watching him, but in the end, realise it is just the poster.
I have had friends walk down the back laneway, and sometimes the garage door gets jammed. When this happens, I get a number of text messages saying(not exactly, but are all similar to);
"Haha, your name is Buck and you're here to fuck."
That is because there is a giant poster of Uncle Buck in my room with the text from Kill Bill.
Oh, intertexualtiy. Love it.
Anyways, as we are all unpacking our groceries we get a knock on the door. Three businessmen are standing there on their lunch break and I'm holding celery in one hand and an avocado in the other. My other housemate is in the middle of sticking a mango in her face and Lute's at the door with a bowl of muesli and orange juice.
Businessman1- Hey, sorry to do this, but it is a bet for ten dollars.
Lute- Yes. (Omnomnom)
Businessman2- But, we were wondering...
Lute- Yes...(omnomnom)
Businessman1- is that John Candy
Lute- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ahhhhh
...
Yes.
The Businessmen turn, laugh and head back the the Lincoln.
Ah, JC, God bless him.
Procrastination
You Are A Martini |
 You are the kind of drinker who appreciates a nice hard drink. And for you, only quality alcohol. You don't waste your time on the cheap stuff. Obviously, you're usually found with a martini in your hand. But sometimes you mix it up with a gin and tonic. And you'd never, ever consider one of those flavored martinis. They're hardly a drink! |
Friday, November 14, 2008
Before the Aftermath
So, tonight is strange. Stories and stories and stories, told and told and told.
So, it is only fitting that I murdered vegetables tonight.
Remember that stock you made yesterday? Well, heat it up and strain out the vegetables. Keep it hot.
This is kind of almost the mise en place. Here, there is diced garlic, and onion as well as risotto rice and Girgar butter.
And yes, I like to drink while cooking.
Melt the butter in a low heated pan with olive oil.
Add the onions and garlic and sweat.
Oh, and check it. Wrinkly beetroots that have been roasted in an oven for three hours at 160, wrapped in foil.
I peeled them. MURDER!!! Just look at the hands.
By now, the onions and garlic would have sweat. Add the Carnaroli rice and toss till it goes translucent.
Dice the beetroot. Yes, it is still bloody hot and burn-worthy.
RICE
ABSORBING
LIQUID
Add the beetroot when it is almost ready.
Grate some parmesan. You can see here that I got over the little ones and just started grating on the 'normal' size because it was going to melt anyways.
Add the butter and the parmesan.
Look, Dill...
Chop it finely.
Squeeze the juice of half a lemon
Over some washed rocket.
Add the dill to some yogurt and mix.
And, finally, plate it all up with the rocket and some lemon juice over the top, some of the dill yogurt and a few shaves of parmesan.
Usually this is redder, so it feels a bit weird.
Anywho, mix it all together and as my housemates say, eat the shit out of it.
So, it is only fitting that I murdered vegetables tonight.
Remember that stock you made yesterday? Well, heat it up and strain out the vegetables. Keep it hot.
This is kind of almost the mise en place. Here, there is diced garlic, and onion as well as risotto rice and Girgar butter.
And yes, I like to drink while cooking.
Melt the butter in a low heated pan with olive oil.
Add the onions and garlic and sweat.
Oh, and check it. Wrinkly beetroots that have been roasted in an oven for three hours at 160, wrapped in foil.
I peeled them. MURDER!!! Just look at the hands.
By now, the onions and garlic would have sweat. Add the Carnaroli rice and toss till it goes translucent.
Dice the beetroot. Yes, it is still bloody hot and burn-worthy.
RICE
ABSORBING
LIQUID
Add the beetroot when it is almost ready.
Grate some parmesan. You can see here that I got over the little ones and just started grating on the 'normal' size because it was going to melt anyways.
Add the butter and the parmesan.
Look, Dill...
Chop it finely.
Squeeze the juice of half a lemon
Over some washed rocket.
Add the dill to some yogurt and mix.
And, finally, plate it all up with the rocket and some lemon juice over the top, some of the dill yogurt and a few shaves of parmesan.
Usually this is redder, so it feels a bit weird.
Anywho, mix it all together and as my housemates say, eat the shit out of it.
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