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It ain’t what you do its the way that you do it…

You know how I love food right? I love eating it, cooking it, growing it and debating the ethics of it. I’ve recently had two very good meals, made with roughly the same ingredients (using up stuff in the fridge) and thought I’d share them with you. These arent recipes, because unless its baking my Dad and I very very rarely measure ingredients. We just lob them in the pan.

First up: Mediterraneanish cakes

Make a bit of mash potato (I used very little because the texture of mash makes me want to hurl, but it is a very easy binder)

Shallow fry in some good oil some chopped garlic and red onion and some ‘Cheatin’ Chorizo Chunks (bought as an experiment after my Dad’s free-range/organic pigmeat epiphany)

Lob some mash in the pan with the smelly oniony stuff, some Philly cheese (I used the new organic version) , torn spinach and torn mozzarella (ditto on the organic, now only available in Lincoln from Morrisons so we buy like 10 bags and then freeze them)

I also put in some tomato puree to give it a nice rosy colour, but thats optional. Season with dried/fresh herbs, salt and pepper. You’re not stupid, you can guess how to season stuff.

Split the mixture into portions and make ‘patties’ on a chopping board dusted with flour. I found a nice size was about 8cm in diameter. Spread beaten egg on both sides using a pastry brush and quickly cover it in breadcrumbs before it disintegrates into a mess in your hands. Chuck it in the oven until both sides are golden brown. I made two and served it with a bit of Danvil Organic Tofu Ravioli we had kicking around.

By the way, the organic tortellini I mentioned in a previous post is great value. You get approx 45 bits in the packet and they puff up so much when cooked that you only need 15 or you’d burst! Then all you need is some seasoned chopped tomatoes/white sauce and wahey!

Anyway, second meal, which was lovely comfort food after work on Sunday. Like I said, the ingredients are similar because we were using up things.

Tomato and veg pasta thingy. Like a fake lasagne.

Boil pasta (We used wholewheat fusili). Shallow fry chopped red onion, garlic, that chorizo stuff (nice and smoky and spicy) and aubergine chunks. Chuck chopped tomatoes in and simmer on a low heat to remove excess water. I actually put in a bit of Heinz Tomato & Chilli Ketchup as well, its a cheap way to add extra richness and subtle spice. Season to taste. Add pasta and then put the mixture into small ceramic dish.

Tear spinach into pieces and layer on top of the tomatoes and pasta. Add some yoghurt above the spinach (its optional, but as this doesn’t have a cheese sauce, I found this stopped the upper layer of ingredients turning into mush. The cooked yoghurt takes on consistency of I dunno, cottage cheese?). Cover with breadcrumbs and top with sliced mozzarella and bake until golden brown and bubbly.

Also food related:

Vegan Sleeve – BMEzine Modblog

How beautiful and vibrant and just so bloody wonderful is this tattoo?! VERY! Even if you hate tattoos you’ve got to admit, that’s a nice piece of visual sweetness! Mmmmm, fruit.

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I burn, I pine, I perish

The first thing I heard this morning was that Heath Ledger had died. I instantly looked at the picture of him above my bed (cut from a copy of Cosmo Girl some time when I was 15, which coincided with my first viewing of 10 Things I Hate About You and also shows that I haven’t changed my room in a long time) and hoped it wasn’t true, or I’d heard it wrong. It seems that he was deeply troubled, one of us who is a bit ‘wrongly wired’. Or he was just chemically trying to gain some normalcy. I don’t know. I’m no stranger to taking travel sickness tablets and shot of booze to help me sleep sometimes. Its not the same thing, mind.

I haven’t seen Brokeback Mountain, nor A Knight’s Tale all the way through, but 10 Things I Hate About You arrived just at the right time for me. A time in my teenagerdom that needed charming curly haired men in it, who sang and pranced around making pricks of themselves, for the love of a ‘shrew’. It made me love FNT by Semisonic (I was introduced to Closing Time by one of my history teachers in Year 11. It became one of my favourite songs of that year)

Some of us at university (11 out of 13 of us are female) have decided to hold a Heath Tribute at the halls, in which we will watch the three films mentioned here, wear black, drink and eat crisps while sighing about how wonderful he is.

If it sounds strange to do that, I have already be to a wake for a hamster this week, so these sorts of things are becoming an increasingly normal part of my life. I would say ‘condolences to his family’ but I won’t because I don’t know them, and I obviously didn’t know Heath, he just occupied a A5 space close to my headboard at night. He seemed like a nice guy and its a shame that a brother, son and father has left this ‘mortal coil’ so young.

Back to fancy things and frippery before I start pining at my bedroom wall.

I was walking towards the bus station today, after doing an arduous historical ceramic and stone trail around uphill, downhill and everyhill Lincoln. I saw two incredibly lovely things in the window of Unikat. One was a glass bead heart with wings on a ball chain necklace and the other was:

Frogprince necklace, from £129

Of course, very much out of the budget of someone who works weekends in a shop and would never forgive herself if she blew over 100 quid of her student loan (which I’m saving up until I move out and really have to spend it) on a necklace. I’d spend £100 on a pair of Beyond Skin shoes because they are shoes and thus keep you from getting hypodermic needles embedded in your feet/trench foot. A necklace doesn’t do that.

In Other News: I have no idea where its gone, but it must be somewhere in the house. The Sunday before I went to Athens I cam back from work, got in the shower and took my ankh necklace off. I look for it and it is gone. Gone gone gone. I have worn an ankh necklace ever since I was about 10? (God, I can’t remember a lot from that far back, just being obsessed with dens, rabbits and playing in the woods). I lost my first one that my Nanny bought me on the bus after a PE lesson (I left it my top blazer pocket) in Year 10. Whilst doing family tree research in Essex (Dad and I were my Mother’s accomplices) we found one in the Artful Angel in Maldon that was lovely. This was the one I lost a few weeks ago. Let me tell you this, it is very difficult to find sterling silver ankh pendants. Most are rubbish, chunky kiddie-goth pewter pieces of crap. I might get my Dad to ring the Artful Angel and see if they still make mine (I’m scared of phones). If they need a reference, I have hundreds of pictures of me wearing it.

Also sad: I broke my grotty piece of ribbon that I have worn around my wrist since summer 2004 (arguably the most influential summer of my life so far) . It was filthy-looking (it had gone from white to a rancid shade of cream), and had frayed so it was literally hanging by a thread, so I’m not surprised it broke. I pulled it out of a top I had and my friend Chesca tied it around my wrist and I have worn it ever since. I’m tempted to buy another piece of ribbon and tie them together and wear the best part of it. Its weird how you can get so attached to a piece of crappy ribbon, but that ribbon has been there, done that, worn that t-shirt. Festivals, boyfriend(s…ish) parties, birthdays, school, college, university etc etc.

This is getting really long, but I have to say, we have been given our first REAL objects to work on. Mine is a ‘slater’s knife’ from Saffron Walden museum is Essex(?). They are quite clearly mad to let me near anything of any historical value.

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And the Australians are all like ‘WTF mate’

“Have you seen cool infant jewelry lately that matches your tastes in modern decor and aesthetics?”

No, because that is the silliest thing I have ever read. But according to an article on Coochicoos.com, modern style jewellery for babies and toddlers is de rigeur.

What total bullshit. Okay, so I had one of those expandable silver bracelets as a baby, but I never actually wore it, because I was a child and therefore only interested in shiny things if they contained sweets. I didn’t give a crap if the kid in the pushchair in front of me had better bling than me.

Okay, so maybe a funky wooden/felt bracelet (from sustainable sources/handmade) would be quite groovy for a toddler (and chunky enough so they don’t shove it in their mouths) but I have seen silver baby bracelets for nearly $100/£50. Really, what is the point in that? Have money, will buy shit.

I honestly think some people see their children as accessories to dress and style as mini versions of themselves. Which is weird as hell.

Also, whole different kettle of fish with the whole ‘pierced kids’ thing. I understand that pierced ears on children (and by that I mean children not old enough to articulate that they want their ears pierced) is a cultural thing in certain areas, but I don’t think that makes it OK. I see so many snotty kids with their Mums at work, sporting awful giant gold hoops and crap.

Inevitably, those kids will have been pierced by some nearly braindead shop assistant using an unsterile piercing gun. For like £3 per ear.

If I ever have children, I would love for them to develop some interest in body modification like their mo and po. But, this won’t extend to forcing them to have their ears pierced as young children. If they start asking for it, I’d ask around proper piercing studios but most UK piercing studios won’t pierce the ears of anyone younger than 10/13, even with parental consent. Makes me wonder if I would then get some appropriately sized sterile needles, titanium labret studs and do it myself? (Or let them do it to each other?)

But I would probably get arrested on grounds of child abuse.

Oh, actually where I found that crap about baby jewellery was buzzfeed.com. They also have a brilliant section titled ‘Unprotected Sex’ which is essentially a collection of blog posts and news items about people who are unaware of condoms/pills/not having sex with everybody. Brilliantly enough, most of the articles at the minute are focused on Jamie Lynn Spears and her ‘baby daddy’, who got herself fantastically up ze duff at 16. I think I’m Bringing Blogging Back makes the vair amusant point of “If Britney completely loses her kids perhaps she call her kid sister to hook her up with some new ones, as Jamie Lynn Spears appears to be a baby making machine”.

Now, I’m a liberal type (normally people who say that then say ‘but you should demolish abortion clinics and shoot the doctors’, similar to the way people go, “I’m not racist but…” but trust me, I’m not going do that, it was just a good way to start the sentence…where was I?), so I’m no way suggesting that girls that whip off their knickers before they’ve sat their GCSEs should have their babies adopted and be shunned by society, but I wonder why no one is using contraception nowadays. 4lbs weight gain or an entire mountain of baby weight (and the bodily fluid ejecting baby, of course) because you didn’t take the pill? ‘it jus dun feel so gud’ or 8 kids just because you’re too lazy to open a condom packet?
Maybe Jamie Lynn Spears really wanted a child and planned this, but I doubt it.

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Shiny, happy people

I randomly found myself on Offbeat Bride earlier and as well as the steampunk wedding, I am really impressed/inspired (not that I’m getting married just yet!) by Mr and Mrs Ward’s DIY wedding:

(Shamelessly taken from their Flickr album)

I love the way they used the semi-industrial space and the ex-M&S display decorations! The bride looks wonderful in her ‘non-traditional’ dress (and the groom looks fancy too). And I’m a sucker for red shoes, so it very tempting that if I do accidentally end up down a wedding aisle, that I am doing so wearing my bright red, Dorothy-esque, glittery Mary Janes.

And seeing as I was saying about steampunk earlier, I think that these are very expensive, but none the less awesome:

Insect Lab, clockwork beetles

Seeing as the insects/arachnids used are real, I hope this bloke sources his supplies ethically. Because you know how boring I can be when it comes down to environmental ethics. Or, in-fact ethics of any sort.

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