#155: Three-Ingredient Thursday # 1
I love food. No really, I LOVE food. The fact that God designed us to eat three times EVERY day says all kinds of wonderful things about him.
So, based on this challenge (http://peaslovecarrots.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-recipes-10-days-3-ingredients.html) I’ll be dedicating Thursdays to recipes with just three whole ingedients (cooking fat, water, salt and pepper are permitted freebies). Hopefully there’ll be every imaginable type of food – breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, dessert – eventually. There shall be ten altogether.
First up is something that looks a whole lot better than it tastes. I’m probably not the first to invent it, but I’ll call it “Shouldn’t you be green?”
Ingredients: Lemonade, lemon juice and blue curacao.
Play along at home: almost any soft drink tastes better with a squeeze of lemon juice. I particularly recommend lemonade or coke.
Tomorrow: Breakfast in bed, and the twittertale so far, and the answer to the question: Can I get down to 78 kilos in three weeks? (This morning I weighed 78.3 kilos.)
#99: Rediscover Winter clothing
There comes a point in the year when a girl has to wrestle open the Bottom Drawer and dig out the clothes that can only be worn when the air outside is cold enough to flay skin. It is at that moment the aforementioned girl goes, “Ooh! I remember that scarf! Hey look, my favourite jacket!” etc.
Although you can’t tell from the picture, I’m wearing hobo gloves here (as I am at this very moment).
I love that beanie. I love that scarf (thanks Mum). And most of all, I love that jacket. It has a mysterious smear of yellow paint on one elbow, several scratches from when I rode a motorcycle, a cuff sewn on backwards (oops), and one entire sleeve appears to be gradually detaching. It cost me $10 at a fair, and it is Da Bomb. Since one of my students is also a family friend, I was even able to wear this outfit to work. Double awesome. (And boots, of course.)
Play along at home: Rummage in your own Bottom Drawer of Doom and you’re sure to find something wonderful. Enjoy it with all your heart, and come tell us all what it is. Mittens? A hat with a bobble on top? Earmuffs? Ug boots? A hand-knitted jumper? Spill!
Tomorrow: Your first Three-Ingredient Thursday. Nom nom.
S#68: Gratitude
I love sunny days. I can’t believe I’m still comfy in crocs.
I love having two cats to glare at me in shifts 24-7. (My older cat is currently attacking the couch, which is made even more entertaining by how self-conscious she is about being so silly.)
I love that I now work (partly) from home three days a week.
I love my jobs – writing, and tutoring.
I love avocados.
I love that I’m going to eat CJ’s lasagna for dinner tonight.
I love that CJ earns enough that I can spend too much on groceries and it’s okay.
I love furniture. I love being surrounded by the homely things I’ve built up over several years, piece by piece.
I love being married. It’s only been a year and a half, but it’s clear I’m incredibly lucky. CJ is the best company there is.
And I love that I’m almost sort of in the healthy weight range.
And I love chocolate.
Play along at home: What do you have, that you love? The above list is what makes my life good.
Backwards
Yep, my weight is up again. By half a kilo since Friday morning. But half a kilo is in the “well okay, I did eat some chocolate, I admit” range, which is also the “I can deal with that both psychologically and physically” range. I’ll weigh myself every day until I reach 78 kilos.
I seem to have accidentally fixed our clock table, which is fabulous (and it only took me six months). Which is just a little magical, because I thought last night that I’d irreperably damaged it, but it turned out I’d done exactly the right thing. I also dusted today, which might not sound impressive but it is. There are two possible responses:
1. Dusting? Well of course! How could you not?
2. Dusting? What’s that?
The house looks great, and at the moment that’s symbolic of the whole world. This married-but-no-kids part of life is the most peaceful part (other than possibly old age), and when my house is tidy I feel safe (something I don’t feel very often). My mind may still be structured like this after CJ and I have kids – it’ll just be a different definition of “tidy”. For example:
1. Only one pile of vomit and/or blood to clean up today, hurrah!
2. The nappy smell is only noticeable for two blocks instead of three, hurrah!
3. I already showered this month, so now I can skip it until next time I turn over the calender.
4. Nothin’s on fire, and the rats are restricted to the kids’ room now, hurrah!
#121: Eat CJ’s Trifle
Some time ago, I pointed out to CJ that Donkey (of Shrek fame) makes a deeply erroneous statement that goes a little bit like this: “Parfait! Everyone likes parfait! I ain’t ever heard nobody say, ‘I don’t like no parfait’.”
The fact of the matter is, I don’t like parfait (that is, trifle). At all.
When I told CJ this, he said, “But you haven’t tried my trifle.” We agreed then that I’d have to try it some day. That, my blogospheric friends, was 2007.
So finally, the month came when stars aligned and the moment for trifle was upon us. Family and friends gathered, drooling, and I shrugged noncommitally and took pictures. Here’s CJ’s much-loved recipe:
1. Fill the bottom of a large bowl with jam rolls (no cream) and tinned strawberries. Slice them up a bit with a knife. Make double-strength strawberry jelly (adding the reserved strawberry syrup) and pour it over the rolls and berries. Using the knife, cut it up much more (until, as CJ described it, you have “a pulpy mess”).
Leave it overnight to set.
Mix up custard from a powder, stirring as it cools so it doesn’t get a skin, and layer that over the jelly.
Leave it overnight to set (at this point CJ was buzzing with trifle anticipation).
Whip cream with sugar and vanilla and put it on top. Decorate with fresh strawberries.
Eat it.
So. . . what was the verdict?
Clearly, this was good trifle. But I didn’t like it. Not an entirely surprising thing, since I hate bready desserts, am neutral on jelly, and am lactose intolerant (and dislike most lactose products).
But, oddly, the custard was the best I’d ever tasted – with the texture and subtlety of caramel (which I love).
Play along at home: Make and/or eat trifle.
Coming very soon: Gratitude List
Rediscover Winter Clothes
Three-Ingredient Thursday (#1 of 10)
Go back to bed after breakfast
Celebrating a Milestone (with Yum Cha)
And more. And I should reach the supposed healthy weight range THIS FRIDAY. I’ll let you know what happens. Right now I’ve lost ground over the weekend, and I weigh 79.1 kilos.
#155: Marshmallow Gun
Yep, that special time is finally here. CJ and I cobbled together the following:
1. Blow dart.
Materials: Aluminium foil and sticky tape.
Method: Roll aluminium into a marshmallow-sized tube, fastening it in place with tape. Flare the end if you like.
Loading weapon: Put marshmallow inside tube.
Fire power: Human breath.
Rating: One Star.
2. Catapult.
Materials: Flexible ruler, cardboard and sticky tape.
Method: Use cardboard and tape to make a marshmallow-sized shelf close to one end of the ruler.
Loading weapon: Put marshmallow on shelf and pull back ruler.
Fire power: Elasticity of ruler as it springs back into shape.
Rating: Three stars.
3. Tube Thingy.
Materials: PVC tube, toilet roll tube, large sticky tape.
Cover the end of the smaller tube with sticky tape. Put the taped end just inside the PVC tube.
Loading weapon: Drop marshmallows in the other end of the PVC tube so they rest on the tape.
Fire power: Human muscle as you slam your hand onto the other end of the cardboard tube.
Rating: Two stars.
4. Catapult.
Materials: A spoon, rubber bands, and something to attach them to (in this case, a metal frame with cloth padding added later).
Method: Attach the rubber bands to the frame. Put the spoon in the rubber bands and twist.
Loading strategy: Turn the spoon until the rubber bands are extremely twisted. Put a marshmallow in the spoon.
Fire power: Rubber band elasticity as they return to their normal shape.
Rating: Four stars (extra points for the high likelihood of injury to gunslinger).
5. Cannon.
Materials: Leaf blower, gaffa tape (duct tape), fly screen.
Method: Tape up the outward air hole (not the inward one, fyi) with fly screen and gaffa tape, preferably close to the motor end.
Loading method: Put a whole lot of marshmallows in the outward air hole.
Fire power: Air. Oh, and the electric motor.
Rating: Mwa hahahahaha!!!
All but the last are pictured below:
And naturally there’s a video demonstration (why do I have a cat on my lap? Because that’s what evil people do).
The cat wasn’t harmed. Trust me.
In fact, I took a video of her killing the mighty marshmallow of doom, and I plan to post it next Sunday (regardless of what that day’s awesomeness is).
Play along at home: Choose your gun from the above range and challenge a housemate or family member to a duel (personally, I’d recommend # 5 if you plan to win).
Tomorrow: Eat trifle (finally).
Sunny Daze
The sun is out, the house is clean, and I’m going to do a mid-week weigh-in tomorrow (to find out if being good today and yesterday has made up for a birthday party on Friday). On Friday morning I weighed 78.6 kilos. Next Friday’s goal is to weigh 78, which should be easily possible.
On Wednesday Publisher A rejected “Farting My ABCs”. That was stunningly fast, so much so that I doubt they read more than the synopsis (which means they rejected farting, not my writing). This doesn’t bode super well for my relationship with that publisher, so I won’t send them anything until Publisher B responds to “Stormhunter” and “The Monster Apprentice”.
I was taken by surprise, so I decided to send “Farting My ABCs” out again immediately (I doubt my ability to edit has improved noticeably in the last fortnight), and by email (fast and easy). So I sent it to yet another publisher, who I’ll call Publisher F. Publisher F is extremely consistent in their three-month response time, so that’s a kind of treat. Thus I have five books “out” at the moment, with four publishers. That’s a good spread, particularly with a competition in the mix (which may also get me back into Publisher A’s good graces – if I’m truly out of them).
I was just given two new students, so my schedule is now stable (as stable as it gets) at just over eleven hours a week. My maximum regular workload is twelve hours, so I’m leaving it alone.
I went to church this morning, and didn’t have a panic attack. That was nice.
Today is a good day.
#161: Move furniture at 2am.
I just updated yesterday’s balloon entry, including a video. I hope you like it.
Clearly, there was a party at my place last night. And so it was that I found myself washing dishes at 1am (that’s not actually the awesome part, fyi). Cleaning up the entire party before even going to bed made me feel so darn virtuous that my eye strayed to the fridge.
Let me explain.
The main light switch of our kitchen, and thus our entire living area, is located almost directly behind our full-size fridge. To turn the light on or off, one must lean over the bins, unhinge themself by the elbow, and (with a dextrous twist of the spine), use the very tips of their fingers to manipulate the aforementioned switch.
Further along that wall (where the fridge could go if one didn’t mind it being mostly in the living room rather than the kitchen) is a bookshelf, a day bed, and a double-sized bookshelf. And a vital power point. Then, unsurprisingly, a brick wall.
But I noticed small gaps between each object. Could I shuffle the whole room up, and thus prevent major spinal damage?
I didn’t mention this to CJ. He tends to blink two or three times at my plans, and disapproves of my “What happens if I do THIS?” strategies. But nor did I actually do anything. It seemed highly unlikely that I’d be able to do it on my own, and I try not to order CJ to do stuff I’m not willing to do myself. Thus, I was stuck. Until last night of course, when CJ was playing Portal, the dishes were done, and my spirits were high.
It was easy. Ridiculously easy. Presumably the pixies helped me, especially with moving the large bookcase and the fridge.
And now we can reach the freakin’ lightswitch.
Ta da!
Play along at home: Stay up late enough that you start getting foolish ideas. Put said ideas into practice. Tell us what you did, and if it Actually Worked.
Tomorrow: The long-awaited marshmallow gun!
Oh! Time for the fish report.
My neon tetras have no survived a month in my tank, so I’m pretty confident they’ll live long and happy lives (those that my reticulate didn’t eat, that is). I’m slightly concerned about Gandalf’s fin health, so I’ll be looking into that this week. At present my reticulate and my fighting fish (Gandalf) are eating live worms, as pictured writhing on the gravel here (mmm. . . live spaghetti):
#160: Fill your house with balloons
A hundred balloons and a headache later, I recollected why I don’t do this every day. Ah well.
It could be worse. I could have five tiny (but incredibly sharp) pins attached to every limb. That’d sure suck.
Heh.
But then people came over. Balloons are silly, and so are my friends. Enjoyment ensued. Conversations punctuated with balloon throws quickly turned to mayhem.
Finally I gave everyone their very own dressmaking pin and my house literally exploded.
Bam! Pow! Squee! Colourful corpses everywhere!
At last the fun was done, and I put the pins away. But there were more of them lurking behind the couch! Fortunately, my partner has a sword.
Play along at home: Fill an enemy’s house with balloons. Cost: $6, and a massive headache.
Weight update: .6 of a kilo remaining. This should work.
In other news, remember how I had a pleasant dream of shaming a bunch of footballers? A few nights ago I dreamed I rescued a bunch of footballers from a collapsing mine. So that’s what a subconscious apology looks like.
Since it’s Friday, here’s the twitter tale so far.
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
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Woke up totally gross. Had a shower then realised I’m, like, a vampire now. My friend Sammy’s gonna be SO jealous!
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Spent all day looking for a mirror that works. This sucks! Also I feel super hungry, and I get the feeling celery won’t fix this craving.
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Killed a guy. He was, like, totally delicious!
#5: Go thrift shopping
I have returned triumphant from the hunt.
This is definitely one of my favourite things to do. And, since I can’t fit back into my jeans yet and my skirts are dying like flies (zippers, bah!) today was definitely the right day. I decided on a budget of $20, and came back with change (and a bra, which isn’t pictured here for self-explanatory reasons).
Yep, it’s Fat Pants O’clock. I can’t tell you how comfy they are (even though I don’t think I’ve worn jeans in six months). And the top is warmer than any of my existing long-sleeved tops (most of which are visibly wearing out). But best of all. . .
The Holy Grail of op-shopping: a full-length wraparound skirt. I can wear it at any weight, it covers my hairy legs, it’s super easy to put on and take off, and it has no buttons or zippers to break. Clothing perfection for $7.
While I was there, I took my chance to delve into the latest op-shop fashion:
I am wearing shoes, a dress, a belt, a tie, two scarves twisted together, a jacket, a handbag (denim with silver stars), and a hat. Like a closer look?
Play along at home: Everyone has to buy clothes sometime. Next time, take however much moolah you have ($5 is often enough for a top, or $7 for jeans), and buy something unique.
Tomorrow: Fill your house with balloons (and I’ll post the twitter tale so far, which you can follow in real time at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Louise-Curtis-Books/287050773170)
