9 days til Cape Town....
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 03 February 2010 at 2/03/2010 01:06:00 pm.
I am sooooo freakin excited about Valentine's weekend.... our first trip out of the country since July. I am busy (when I'm not busy being busy) trying to find el supremo luxury hotel in the right location with the right amenities (can someone say babysitting service?) and the right sheets. Then I need to make THE MASTER LIST of what we need to bring/do, since this will include bringing along the Youngling, and all of her affairs.
My main objectives are going to be:
eating seafood
eating fusion food
eating sushi
eating seafood
drinking champagne
running on the beach
sleeping
heaven.
So the weekend was fine. Nondescript, kind of. It's freakin HOT, I do know that. I'm actually kinda looking forward to winter, as bizarre as that may sound. I've been sleeping like CRAP lately and I'm sick of all these summer factors like "if you don't put the sun screen up in the car while you're in the shop, you'll die", or "water the garden twice or day or your spinach will die", and "don't even bother trying to cuddle your hubby lest you suffocate". Also I kind of miss red wine & red port. Copious amounts of white wines and white port have been great but I'm ready for crock pot dinners and fire in the fireplace, I think.
The 75th b-day party for Frau Meister was pretty decent. We got there and there were like 20 some odd people there (mainly her young students & their parents) and a makeshift "recital" ensued. Thank God she didn't make me play anything. And that would be just like her too - "Oh wayward one, please come up and play something you haven't practiced". There was punch. There was potluck. There was.... Paganini on videotape. We left before 8. Tony & his Mrs. were there so we talked to them for awhile. My heart goes out to FM - she is so frail. I know she has a health condition but I don't know what it is because I havent asked. But her violin looks bigger than she does... put it that way.
We also finally got around to watching "Angels and Deamons" this wknd. It made me realize how badly I kept up with 2009's movies. The Oscar season always reminds me of that. I don't recognize the names of half the movies that are out, out there at the moment. Uh-oh. I hate that. And it doesnt help that our video store SUCKS ASS... nothing current and everything semi-current is OUT. ALL THE TIME. But I will try. I'm chasing their ONE copy of "The Hangover" right now...
OMG I am a kitchen GENIUS. Yesterday I took 2 fillets of butterfish, & a few beetroots (fresh from my garden) and NO recipes... and orchestrated what could certainly be considered the dinner of the century. Pardon me while I write this down for posterity:
Butterfish in Muscadel sauce (by ME):
Make sauce first, as follows....
1. Sautee onions, a minced chilli pepper, & garlic in butter & oil
2. Reduce down a good cup or so of White Muscadel (white port)
3. Add 1/2 cup or so of brown sugar
4. Add herbs of choice (I used fresh basil, parsely, sage & mint)
5. Add sliced mushrooms
6. Add tomato-based something or other to taste (I used homemade salsa - no more than a 1/2 Cup - it's just to balance the sweetness with something acidic, and to turn the sauce reddish)
7. Keep reducing, let thicken as much as possible
8. When all is mixed & reduced, add a dollop of sour cream & about 1T of butter, and then the secret ingredient: a dash of maple syrup. Mix and set aside (keeping warm).
9. Pan-fry butterfish fillets in butter (with some oil to keep butter from burning) and lemon juice, season with salt and pepper.
10. Top fish with sauce & serve! YUMMMM- MEEE.
Now, for my new invention:
Beetroot salad with feta...
1. Boil, peel, & dice beetroot (I used about 4 small ones)
2. Sautee onions about 1/2way (not too soft) & mix in with beets
3. Toss all in some olive oil and the brine/juice from a jar of sweet & sour pickles
4. Add a complementary amount of roasted/salted cashews
5. Add a couple diced pickles (from out of the same jar you used the juice from)
6. Add some diced up pickled peppers (or pickled anything, really)
7. Garnish with fresh dill & coriander - or toss together
8. Lastly, throw in cubes of feta cheese but don't toss because it'll all go pink from the beets and it looks nicer when it's white.
If I had to do it over again (which I will) I'll probably find a nice green veg to throw in as well, for extra color. I'm thinking maybe just some plain old cold green peas would do.
I gotta get creative with these beets because they were the most plentiful item I got out of my garden this year and when I say plentiful I mean a shitload.
So now, back to planning for the big trip. Only 9 days left. Lots to do. For one, we are busy working on "how to sit still for a long time in one place" since the trip will include one flight from here to JNB, then another flight from JNB to CT. And back. All on little tiny planes with no baby beds. Good times! Good times! She is currently happy to oblige, today we managed a successful 45 minutes on her blanket & another 30 on her chair with her stuffed cow and a post-it note... but that was when she was fresh & rested and I gotta be figuring in that her schedule will be completely thrown off by spending oh, several hours in transit, without a venue for napping, I'm trying to cover all my bases. Thus we've also been rehearsing "how to fall asleep in the sling-thing instead of your bed @ naptime", because that's a practical thing that we can manage as carry on & in the airport, etc. It's been working well at home, but I gotta take this routine out in public this weekend to test it out in a foreign environment to see how it goes.... because I promise you, a baby without a nap is like, one mother of a liability!!!
My main objectives are going to be:
eating seafood
eating fusion food
eating sushi
eating seafood
drinking champagne
running on the beach
sleeping
heaven.
So the weekend was fine. Nondescript, kind of. It's freakin HOT, I do know that. I'm actually kinda looking forward to winter, as bizarre as that may sound. I've been sleeping like CRAP lately and I'm sick of all these summer factors like "if you don't put the sun screen up in the car while you're in the shop, you'll die", or "water the garden twice or day or your spinach will die", and "don't even bother trying to cuddle your hubby lest you suffocate". Also I kind of miss red wine & red port. Copious amounts of white wines and white port have been great but I'm ready for crock pot dinners and fire in the fireplace, I think.
The 75th b-day party for Frau Meister was pretty decent. We got there and there were like 20 some odd people there (mainly her young students & their parents) and a makeshift "recital" ensued. Thank God she didn't make me play anything. And that would be just like her too - "Oh wayward one, please come up and play something you haven't practiced". There was punch. There was potluck. There was.... Paganini on videotape. We left before 8. Tony & his Mrs. were there so we talked to them for awhile. My heart goes out to FM - she is so frail. I know she has a health condition but I don't know what it is because I havent asked. But her violin looks bigger than she does... put it that way.
We also finally got around to watching "Angels and Deamons" this wknd. It made me realize how badly I kept up with 2009's movies. The Oscar season always reminds me of that. I don't recognize the names of half the movies that are out, out there at the moment. Uh-oh. I hate that. And it doesnt help that our video store SUCKS ASS... nothing current and everything semi-current is OUT. ALL THE TIME. But I will try. I'm chasing their ONE copy of "The Hangover" right now...
OMG I am a kitchen GENIUS. Yesterday I took 2 fillets of butterfish, & a few beetroots (fresh from my garden) and NO recipes... and orchestrated what could certainly be considered the dinner of the century. Pardon me while I write this down for posterity:
Butterfish in Muscadel sauce (by ME):
Make sauce first, as follows....
1. Sautee onions, a minced chilli pepper, & garlic in butter & oil
2. Reduce down a good cup or so of White Muscadel (white port)
3. Add 1/2 cup or so of brown sugar
4. Add herbs of choice (I used fresh basil, parsely, sage & mint)
5. Add sliced mushrooms
6. Add tomato-based something or other to taste (I used homemade salsa - no more than a 1/2 Cup - it's just to balance the sweetness with something acidic, and to turn the sauce reddish)
7. Keep reducing, let thicken as much as possible
8. When all is mixed & reduced, add a dollop of sour cream & about 1T of butter, and then the secret ingredient: a dash of maple syrup. Mix and set aside (keeping warm).
9. Pan-fry butterfish fillets in butter (with some oil to keep butter from burning) and lemon juice, season with salt and pepper.
10. Top fish with sauce & serve! YUMMMM- MEEE.
Now, for my new invention:
Beetroot salad with feta...
1. Boil, peel, & dice beetroot (I used about 4 small ones)
2. Sautee onions about 1/2way (not too soft) & mix in with beets
3. Toss all in some olive oil and the brine/juice from a jar of sweet & sour pickles
4. Add a complementary amount of roasted/salted cashews
5. Add a couple diced pickles (from out of the same jar you used the juice from)
6. Add some diced up pickled peppers (or pickled anything, really)
7. Garnish with fresh dill & coriander - or toss together
8. Lastly, throw in cubes of feta cheese but don't toss because it'll all go pink from the beets and it looks nicer when it's white.
If I had to do it over again (which I will) I'll probably find a nice green veg to throw in as well, for extra color. I'm thinking maybe just some plain old cold green peas would do.
I gotta get creative with these beets because they were the most plentiful item I got out of my garden this year and when I say plentiful I mean a shitload.
So now, back to planning for the big trip. Only 9 days left. Lots to do. For one, we are busy working on "how to sit still for a long time in one place" since the trip will include one flight from here to JNB, then another flight from JNB to CT. And back. All on little tiny planes with no baby beds. Good times! Good times! She is currently happy to oblige, today we managed a successful 45 minutes on her blanket & another 30 on her chair with her stuffed cow and a post-it note... but that was when she was fresh & rested and I gotta be figuring in that her schedule will be completely thrown off by spending oh, several hours in transit, without a venue for napping, I'm trying to cover all my bases. Thus we've also been rehearsing "how to fall asleep in the sling-thing instead of your bed @ naptime", because that's a practical thing that we can manage as carry on & in the airport, etc. It's been working well at home, but I gotta take this routine out in public this weekend to test it out in a foreign environment to see how it goes.... because I promise you, a baby without a nap is like, one mother of a liability!!!
Labels: food, trip planning
Bodily bodily bodily!
2 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 19 June 2009 at 6/19/2009 09:29:00 am.
It is friday and by gid it feels like friday.
My gym burned down so I won't be going to gym after work, which means I can get home super-early and finish my preparations for the dinner party with the Cs tonight. I am going with a WHEAT FREE GREEK/MEDITERRANEAN menu (crikey!), as follows:
A trio of appetizers including:
- Baba ghanouj, Tzaziki, and a variety of olives (with pita bread for dipping for those of us wheat-eaters, and gluten-free crackers + wheat-free rye bread for Ms. Celiac, for dipping)
Main course of:
Kleftiko (aka "stolen lamb") slow cooked with potatoes and carrots in individual foil parcels - heavy on garlic, heavy on rosemary, heavy on HELL YEAH
Supported by a greek salad.
And for dessert:
- Flourless cheesecake on a wheat-free crunchy cookie base, drizzled with a very greeky lemon/honey sauce.
I put the kleftiko together over the course of last night and this morning, which means all I have to do when I get home tonight is whip up the Baba ghanouj and Tzaziki, and get some help from my very beautiful sous chef (the Mr., obviously) on the cheesecake. I'm thinking of cutting it into little squares to serve on the wheat-free crunchie cookie squares (which have already been purchased) because my cake mold is round, but the cookie squares are (obviously) not-round.
Last night was Wally's (fellow Animal Peeps committee member) birthday party which was pretty cool - a very weird mixture of Germans and Batswana. The most bizarre combination ever. But fun. I got to know the city's No. 1 local crazy-cat-lady picture framer very well. She's a trip. We may be on the verge of starting a book club. Wally had some caterer who specializes in only bruchetta, make the finger food trays. Who knew you could do so much with slices of french bread? There was a curry chicken one, some with blue cheese, some with brie, even a prosciutto & melon bruchetta. Great idea. I'm going to remember that one... seriously, you can make an entire 4-course meal out of just bruchettas, with all the food groups and everything. The caterer even had wheat-free ones (because the Cs were there too) all prepped as well!
Then saturday Soo & Mx are having us over for dinner at their place, so it will be a weekend of good eatins. Soo is like what, 7 months preggo now? So who knows how much longer she's going to be on the social radar, hopefully we can pull these things off at least a few more times before she drops a baldy on our lovely blossoming friendship!!
Sunday is the "neighbourhood bbq"... I put that in "quotes" due to the fact I am fairly certain that this thing will start at 1pm and end promptly at 2. If I were a gambling woman I would also probably head down to my local bookie and ask him to lay a few Pula on Me & the Mr. being the youngest couple at this shindig, but no bother. I'm extremely interested in sticking my nose into this business of "who lives in what house" because as yet we only know like 3 of our neighbours. There could very possibly be a cool cat lady or burned out hippie vegan or other such eccentric person of interest hiding out in any number of these funky little cottages in the trees on the mountain. We'll see. The fact that our landlords (the hosts) don't drink should also prove to make for an interesting spread and effect on the level of social-lubrication that gets reached.
In other news I realize I really need to get out of the EIA business. I think everything happens for a reason and the fact that I'm more than 1/2 way through this new Masters' degree now is probably just right on time for allowing me my way out. If I can start now just turning down the spigot on the EIA work, it should give me just enough time to gently transition me into the EHS side of things by the time I graduate at the end of next year. I have just SO HAD IT with the government crap and the idiot ass-hats in unwarranted positions of power who are just eternally out to get my goat and kill my buzz... these 23 year old kids who feel like they need to flex their muscles and have NO idea what they're talking about, but yet have the power to screw up every single project we work on and (more than anything) PISS ME OFF. I just need out. I can't deal with this aggro. The worst part is, it isn't just a BW problem - I hear from my old pops that he has to endure the exact same BS back in the states too. I guess assholes are just the same all over the globe.
So anyway, I'm going to miss the Hash this sunday b/c of the neighbourhood bbq, which sucks - 2 wks in a row now. And there's no gym to go to! So today at lunch we shall climb K-hill, and then I don't know but we'll have to be creative over the weekend, concerning the road to fitness. The Hashers are having our "Christmas in June" next weekend, and they asked none other than yours truly to be a slutty Mrs. Claus. This could truly be interesting. Long Tall Swedish Boy is going to be Santa. I think they probably thought the photos would make nice on a scale of irony (honestly, that guy is like 6'10"). I need to check into securing some fishnets, I reckon.
Ah weekend. I feel like celebrating. What, I don't know, but I may have to do something drastic like make some long distance phone calls or something - which reminds me - fathers day. agh! I best get on that too.
My gym burned down so I won't be going to gym after work, which means I can get home super-early and finish my preparations for the dinner party with the Cs tonight. I am going with a WHEAT FREE GREEK/MEDITERRANEAN menu (crikey!), as follows:
A trio of appetizers including:
- Baba ghanouj, Tzaziki, and a variety of olives (with pita bread for dipping for those of us wheat-eaters, and gluten-free crackers + wheat-free rye bread for Ms. Celiac, for dipping)
Main course of:
Kleftiko (aka "stolen lamb") slow cooked with potatoes and carrots in individual foil parcels - heavy on garlic, heavy on rosemary, heavy on HELL YEAH
Supported by a greek salad.
And for dessert:
- Flourless cheesecake on a wheat-free crunchy cookie base, drizzled with a very greeky lemon/honey sauce.
I put the kleftiko together over the course of last night and this morning, which means all I have to do when I get home tonight is whip up the Baba ghanouj and Tzaziki, and get some help from my very beautiful sous chef (the Mr., obviously) on the cheesecake. I'm thinking of cutting it into little squares to serve on the wheat-free crunchie cookie squares (which have already been purchased) because my cake mold is round, but the cookie squares are (obviously) not-round.
Last night was Wally's (fellow Animal Peeps committee member) birthday party which was pretty cool - a very weird mixture of Germans and Batswana. The most bizarre combination ever. But fun. I got to know the city's No. 1 local crazy-cat-lady picture framer very well. She's a trip. We may be on the verge of starting a book club. Wally had some caterer who specializes in only bruchetta, make the finger food trays. Who knew you could do so much with slices of french bread? There was a curry chicken one, some with blue cheese, some with brie, even a prosciutto & melon bruchetta. Great idea. I'm going to remember that one... seriously, you can make an entire 4-course meal out of just bruchettas, with all the food groups and everything. The caterer even had wheat-free ones (because the Cs were there too) all prepped as well!
Then saturday Soo & Mx are having us over for dinner at their place, so it will be a weekend of good eatins. Soo is like what, 7 months preggo now? So who knows how much longer she's going to be on the social radar, hopefully we can pull these things off at least a few more times before she drops a baldy on our lovely blossoming friendship!!
Sunday is the "neighbourhood bbq"... I put that in "quotes" due to the fact I am fairly certain that this thing will start at 1pm and end promptly at 2. If I were a gambling woman I would also probably head down to my local bookie and ask him to lay a few Pula on Me & the Mr. being the youngest couple at this shindig, but no bother. I'm extremely interested in sticking my nose into this business of "who lives in what house" because as yet we only know like 3 of our neighbours. There could very possibly be a cool cat lady or burned out hippie vegan or other such eccentric person of interest hiding out in any number of these funky little cottages in the trees on the mountain. We'll see. The fact that our landlords (the hosts) don't drink should also prove to make for an interesting spread and effect on the level of social-lubrication that gets reached.
In other news I realize I really need to get out of the EIA business. I think everything happens for a reason and the fact that I'm more than 1/2 way through this new Masters' degree now is probably just right on time for allowing me my way out. If I can start now just turning down the spigot on the EIA work, it should give me just enough time to gently transition me into the EHS side of things by the time I graduate at the end of next year. I have just SO HAD IT with the government crap and the idiot ass-hats in unwarranted positions of power who are just eternally out to get my goat and kill my buzz... these 23 year old kids who feel like they need to flex their muscles and have NO idea what they're talking about, but yet have the power to screw up every single project we work on and (more than anything) PISS ME OFF. I just need out. I can't deal with this aggro. The worst part is, it isn't just a BW problem - I hear from my old pops that he has to endure the exact same BS back in the states too. I guess assholes are just the same all over the globe.
So anyway, I'm going to miss the Hash this sunday b/c of the neighbourhood bbq, which sucks - 2 wks in a row now. And there's no gym to go to! So today at lunch we shall climb K-hill, and then I don't know but we'll have to be creative over the weekend, concerning the road to fitness. The Hashers are having our "Christmas in June" next weekend, and they asked none other than yours truly to be a slutty Mrs. Claus. This could truly be interesting. Long Tall Swedish Boy is going to be Santa. I think they probably thought the photos would make nice on a scale of irony (honestly, that guy is like 6'10"). I need to check into securing some fishnets, I reckon.
Ah weekend. I feel like celebrating. What, I don't know, but I may have to do something drastic like make some long distance phone calls or something - which reminds me - fathers day. agh! I best get on that too.
Labels: food, HHH, mis amigos, work
From the Yum Files
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 11 November 2008 at 11/11/2008 10:40:00 am.
Whenever I have the peeps over for dinner I obsess for days in advance over what I'm making.
Saturday night I decided on enchiladas (people on this side of the planet are so impressed with mexican food - what gives!?! Oh wait, there are no Taco Bells nor Madre y Padre Cantinas - I keep forgetting), but I gave it a twist and did said enchiladas in the potjie. Mangler gave me a recipe awhile back for Dutch Oven enchiladas on the campfire, I just spun it african style & made them potjie instead of dutch oven. I did the holy trinity, 4 of each: beef, cheese, and chicken. They were awesome. P promptly poached my recipe for her next trip into the bush at xmas. Actually she did dessert on Sat., and it was a great idea: a simple fruit salad with de-seeded finely diced red birds' eye chili, and shavings of dark chocolate (with chili). And ice cream on the side. I'm not a big dessert person, nor ice cream person, but if it's fruit, I'll eat it. And the whole fruit + chili thing was a lekker idea.
At the moment I am a hovering 53-54kg, depending on the time of day or the night before. The last year or so I've been 54-55kg but my mission is to be holding steady at a solid 53, before flying out on the 10th of December. Which is a month from now, so every day counts. Every crumb, every gym workout, every G&T instead of Savannah or Amstel. It's rough, but worth it, because I don't want the guilts over xmas... I'd rather suffer now than in the looming face of po'boys and mexican joints and OMG Madison's hot wings. We'll still be working out over the holidays, so that will at least ensure I don't come back in January with a whopping 57kg under my belt or something, but I will NOT be able to avoid all the american goodies that I only get to sample every 4 years anyway... no way. -sigh- life is hard on the road to fitness.
Saturday night I decided on enchiladas (people on this side of the planet are so impressed with mexican food - what gives!?! Oh wait, there are no Taco Bells nor Madre y Padre Cantinas - I keep forgetting), but I gave it a twist and did said enchiladas in the potjie. Mangler gave me a recipe awhile back for Dutch Oven enchiladas on the campfire, I just spun it african style & made them potjie instead of dutch oven. I did the holy trinity, 4 of each: beef, cheese, and chicken. They were awesome. P promptly poached my recipe for her next trip into the bush at xmas. Actually she did dessert on Sat., and it was a great idea: a simple fruit salad with de-seeded finely diced red birds' eye chili, and shavings of dark chocolate (with chili). And ice cream on the side. I'm not a big dessert person, nor ice cream person, but if it's fruit, I'll eat it. And the whole fruit + chili thing was a lekker idea.
At the moment I am a hovering 53-54kg, depending on the time of day or the night before. The last year or so I've been 54-55kg but my mission is to be holding steady at a solid 53, before flying out on the 10th of December. Which is a month from now, so every day counts. Every crumb, every gym workout, every G&T instead of Savannah or Amstel. It's rough, but worth it, because I don't want the guilts over xmas... I'd rather suffer now than in the looming face of po'boys and mexican joints and OMG Madison's hot wings. We'll still be working out over the holidays, so that will at least ensure I don't come back in January with a whopping 57kg under my belt or something, but I will NOT be able to avoid all the american goodies that I only get to sample every 4 years anyway... no way. -sigh- life is hard on the road to fitness.
Salad Wednesdays
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 15 October 2008 at 10/15/2008 06:42:00 pm.
Wednesdays The Mr. plays tennis with G. at 7, which means I have literally the whole night to myself. I come home by myself, go for a quick run with Sech before it gets dark. Tonight I even jumped in the pool after I came back which was heavenly.
THEN I make THE WORST dinners EVER made by me. It really confirms that which everyone always says "you don't really want to cook for just yourself". So far summer Wednesdays mean, for me, a wimpy tossed salad with no more than 4 ingredients, and maybe a frozen veggie burger w/ ketchup & mustard.
I would NEVER cook like that for another human being. Wow.
But hey it's good for my diet (my "NO I'M NOT PREGNANT diet").
Then, I get to do it all - chat online with the american peeps, play 80 rounds of Word Twist, watch a decadent 2.5 hours of TV: Simpsons - Burn Notice - CSI... AT THE SAME TIME, pick around on the banjo, lift some dumbbells.... it's pretty nice. All that time I'd otherwise spend coming up with something brilliant and unique in the kitchen - poof! It's amazing. That crappy little salad & frozen veggie patty is amazing, after all.
ummm what else....
At our Setswana class last night we met these 2 american chicks with BAD attitudes. They've only been in BW a couple months and obviously haven't set their watches to Africa Time. Ugh it makes me so annoyed. They just skinner and complain and tap their feet and shoot greasy looks over things that aren't perfect or right on time or not *EXACTLY* how they are used to. Even the Mr. said "those chicks should just quit and come back in 3 months after they realize how things work here". Jeeez like come on ENTITLED much???
Something is wrong with my right calf. It gets tight every time I run for longer than 20 minutes. And I am stretching so... beats me!?
what else what else what else
I was talking about food (just for something different) with Eric today - he had never heard of a poached egg. Try explaining "poached egg" to someone who's never seen one. "It's like.. an egg... boiled... in water.... but one that isn't wearing his shell....? And it looks like this.... (cup hands together)....?" Basically, here, you have fried... and boiled. The end.
Don't even get me started about what kind of fit he threw when he heard that if you go to the movies in the USA they will literally POUR LIQUID BUTTER over your popcorn. And then shake salt on it. I could've landed a jumbo jet in his mouth at that one.
crazy.
Then Leto (who lived in the UK 2 years) broke the news about caramel corn, and we nearly had to initiate CPR.
And also in the world of food we went out last night for Sofia's birthday dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant with a big ol' gang of folks and they all agreed that *I* should just order for everyone (because we eat there TOO MUCH and have tried everything - my doctrine being that you don't go to the same place over and over and just order the same ol' same ol!) So I did. A mix of all different levels of spice, prawns, lamb, chicken, veggie... a bit of everything. I ordered a bunch of starters and a bunch of mains and everyone loved everything - so much so, that they were already full from devouring all the starters before the mains came. So now I have like BUTTLOADS of leftovers in the fridge, it's like Doggy Bag Grand Central in there. DOH! (and I wasn't the only one who took stuff home!) But I ain't eatin' it!!!! I'm-not-pregnant-diet in full effect.
NOT looking forward to going BACK up to Letlhakane again next week.
NOT looking forward to sitting in a DEA workshop ALL DAY tomorrow.
AM looking forward to visitors this weekend.
AM looking forward to sinking a nice cold glass of white wine once the Mr gets home from whacking that little yellow ball around...
THEN I make THE WORST dinners EVER made by me. It really confirms that which everyone always says "you don't really want to cook for just yourself". So far summer Wednesdays mean, for me, a wimpy tossed salad with no more than 4 ingredients, and maybe a frozen veggie burger w/ ketchup & mustard.
I would NEVER cook like that for another human being. Wow.
But hey it's good for my diet (my "NO I'M NOT PREGNANT diet").
Then, I get to do it all - chat online with the american peeps, play 80 rounds of Word Twist, watch a decadent 2.5 hours of TV: Simpsons - Burn Notice - CSI... AT THE SAME TIME, pick around on the banjo, lift some dumbbells.... it's pretty nice. All that time I'd otherwise spend coming up with something brilliant and unique in the kitchen - poof! It's amazing. That crappy little salad & frozen veggie patty is amazing, after all.
ummm what else....
At our Setswana class last night we met these 2 american chicks with BAD attitudes. They've only been in BW a couple months and obviously haven't set their watches to Africa Time. Ugh it makes me so annoyed. They just skinner and complain and tap their feet and shoot greasy looks over things that aren't perfect or right on time or not *EXACTLY* how they are used to. Even the Mr. said "those chicks should just quit and come back in 3 months after they realize how things work here". Jeeez like come on ENTITLED much???
Something is wrong with my right calf. It gets tight every time I run for longer than 20 minutes. And I am stretching so... beats me!?
what else what else what else
I was talking about food (just for something different) with Eric today - he had never heard of a poached egg. Try explaining "poached egg" to someone who's never seen one. "It's like.. an egg... boiled... in water.... but one that isn't wearing his shell....? And it looks like this.... (cup hands together)....?" Basically, here, you have fried... and boiled. The end.
Don't even get me started about what kind of fit he threw when he heard that if you go to the movies in the USA they will literally POUR LIQUID BUTTER over your popcorn. And then shake salt on it. I could've landed a jumbo jet in his mouth at that one.
crazy.
Then Leto (who lived in the UK 2 years) broke the news about caramel corn, and we nearly had to initiate CPR.
And also in the world of food we went out last night for Sofia's birthday dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant with a big ol' gang of folks and they all agreed that *I* should just order for everyone (because we eat there TOO MUCH and have tried everything - my doctrine being that you don't go to the same place over and over and just order the same ol' same ol!) So I did. A mix of all different levels of spice, prawns, lamb, chicken, veggie... a bit of everything. I ordered a bunch of starters and a bunch of mains and everyone loved everything - so much so, that they were already full from devouring all the starters before the mains came. So now I have like BUTTLOADS of leftovers in the fridge, it's like Doggy Bag Grand Central in there. DOH! (and I wasn't the only one who took stuff home!) But I ain't eatin' it!!!! I'm-not-pregnant-diet in full effect.
NOT looking forward to going BACK up to Letlhakane again next week.
NOT looking forward to sitting in a DEA workshop ALL DAY tomorrow.
AM looking forward to visitors this weekend.
AM looking forward to sinking a nice cold glass of white wine once the Mr gets home from whacking that little yellow ball around...
Labels: food, setswana, wednesdays, weight
I am obsessed with sushi.
Mostly because you can't get it here (well, until this new sushi bar opens, which has been a rumor for a lonnnnnnnnnnng time now) but also because I just love it and don't feel like a fatty after eating it.
Anyway I took it upon myself to try making it and I did.
It wasn't very pretty, but hell it tasted like sushi. I made hand rolls and california rolls. i even made a prawn nigiri.
We ate it. It tasted great. We ate too much of it. I feel like I don't love sushi anymore. Oops.
Mostly because you can't get it here (well, until this new sushi bar opens, which has been a rumor for a lonnnnnnnnnnng time now) but also because I just love it and don't feel like a fatty after eating it.
Anyway I took it upon myself to try making it and I did.
It wasn't very pretty, but hell it tasted like sushi. I made hand rolls and california rolls. i even made a prawn nigiri.
We ate it. It tasted great. We ate too much of it. I feel like I don't love sushi anymore. Oops.
Labels: food
