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changelingI think I want to rename my journal Glorious! The exclamation mark is very important. Then I would be glorious!.livejournal.com. It would be awesome.
I made San Choy Bow last night. I fell in love with it when I had it at a restaurant, and then made it a few times from the dodgy Asia At Home kits, which charge you five bucks for some water chestnuts and sauce. I've been missing it.
Anyway, Alex Jamieson, she of the relationship with "Super-Size Me" Morgan Spurlock, has a recipe in her book The Great American Detox. It is rather heavy on the ginger, but strangely it all works.
Because today's Friday, S—— decided to go easy on her parents, and told them they could have porridge this morning. I made a berry sauce for them to have on top. She woke me as she was leaving to tell me that porridge was icky. She also left me a note on the kitchen table confirming this diagnosis. So, I didn't have any porridge (hate the stuff, anyway). I made lentil–brown rice–quinoa porridge and then had berry sauce on top. Yummy.
SO! Today I have Done Things, including finishing off the bathroom (we'd brought some of my stuff from my parents' place, and it needed to be put away neatly), putting a wash on (though I am yet to put it out), and some handwashing. HOWEVER! while handwashing, it seems that the first skirt I did got some dye on it, presumably from itself. This is tragic because it is one of our morris dancing skirts, more specifically S——'s skirt. I am hoping that it is not as noticable when dry, but I am still gutted.
I do not have to make anything for lunches for tomorrow. I am hoping that we can go to bed early as a result. WOO! I'm so tired.
I've applied for a place at Oxbridge University Press. I am really over being unemployed, and I think Oxbridge would be an awesome place to work. My best friend from my course already works there, and helped me give my resume and cover letter the once-over. Now all I can do is wait, dammit. I want a real job. I want to be able to buy things ... especially for the kitchen.
Things I am planning on buying:
I don't know. I had lots of stuff in my head, but because I haven't written it down, I can't remember what. I know S—— wants a lettuce spinner. Also, once one of us has a proper source of income, I am sending her to bellydancing lessons. I may also go to some. I love dancing. There will be MORE DANCING, I tell you!
Now, I must fly! I have to go to the shops and buy tofu and wholemeal rolls as S——'s requested treat (she wants satay tofu burgers for dinner), and post her university transcript application, and also hang out the washing. The joys of being ein Hausfrau.
I made San Choy Bow last night. I fell in love with it when I had it at a restaurant, and then made it a few times from the dodgy Asia At Home kits, which charge you five bucks for some water chestnuts and sauce. I've been missing it.
Anyway, Alex Jamieson, she of the relationship with "Super-Size Me" Morgan Spurlock, has a recipe in her book The Great American Detox. It is rather heavy on the ginger, but strangely it all works.
Because today's Friday, S—— decided to go easy on her parents, and told them they could have porridge this morning. I made a berry sauce for them to have on top. She woke me as she was leaving to tell me that porridge was icky. She also left me a note on the kitchen table confirming this diagnosis. So, I didn't have any porridge (hate the stuff, anyway). I made lentil–brown rice–quinoa porridge and then had berry sauce on top. Yummy.
SO! Today I have Done Things, including finishing off the bathroom (we'd brought some of my stuff from my parents' place, and it needed to be put away neatly), putting a wash on (though I am yet to put it out), and some handwashing. HOWEVER! while handwashing, it seems that the first skirt I did got some dye on it, presumably from itself. This is tragic because it is one of our morris dancing skirts, more specifically S——'s skirt. I am hoping that it is not as noticable when dry, but I am still gutted.
I do not have to make anything for lunches for tomorrow. I am hoping that we can go to bed early as a result. WOO! I'm so tired.
I've applied for a place at Oxbridge University Press. I am really over being unemployed, and I think Oxbridge would be an awesome place to work. My best friend from my course already works there, and helped me give my resume and cover letter the once-over. Now all I can do is wait, dammit. I want a real job. I want to be able to buy things ... especially for the kitchen.
Things I am planning on buying:
- Vulva bowls. Like the vulva cups they serve hot chocolate at Max Brenner's, but mixing bowls. You get them at Target. I am so sick of pulling out tupperware to stir bake-ery things in. Where are the mixing bowls in this house?? Plus, vulva bowls are easier to pour things from.
- Lots of grinders. All our spices will be in grinders. We will have grinders for cardamom, cloves ... I may even buy a tiny grater for nutmeg. Grating my own nutmeg for the first time for that mudcake completely won me over. Give me fresh spices all the way, baby.
I don't know. I had lots of stuff in my head, but because I haven't written it down, I can't remember what. I know S—— wants a lettuce spinner. Also, once one of us has a proper source of income, I am sending her to bellydancing lessons. I may also go to some. I love dancing. There will be MORE DANCING, I tell you!
Now, I must fly! I have to go to the shops and buy tofu and wholemeal rolls as S——'s requested treat (she wants satay tofu burgers for dinner), and post her university transcript application, and also hang out the washing. The joys of being ein Hausfrau.