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Borth 2008: Test Kitchen—The Countdown Begins

Monday, March 10th, 2008

I’m twitching in my chair as I write this. I want to get going with a few more test recipes, but I’m not running the oven today and it’s still too early to think about baking anything.

As for tea-marbled quail’s eggs: I’ve got to be in the kitchen for that so I can keep an eye on them and since our kitchen in unheated and devoid of comforts such as chairs I’m writing this upstairs.

My first attempt at marbling eggs was not a success:

Tea-marbled egg

Verdict: I boiled this egg together with John’s sandwich egg and chilled both under ice cold water, for too long as it turns out. Plunging the eggs into cold water causes the albumin to contract and separate from the shell. That makes for easy peeling, but insufficient contact for the tea marinade to penetrate, hence the lack of marbling. I haven’t yet tried this with quails eggs; they could well behave differently.

The list so far: 26 spices and 25-odd bits of kit brought from my own kitchen, 116 different ingredients ranging from avocados to Worcester sauce (what, I haven’t got anything with ‘z’?) and about 80 recipes ranging from soup & dinner rolls to dips & canapés.

Not only don’t I know yet whether I’ll have access to the prep kitchen on the day before the shenanigans, I also wonder whether I’ll have any assistants, preferably with professional catering experience…

Party Preparations

Thursday, March 6th, 2008

I never got the stomach bug, but then John is stressed. Yesterday he had to put in an all-nighter, thanks to a power cut that took down the entire network. After one hour’s sleep he then had to go back to prepare for client meetings. However, if he hadn’t been there late in the evening to do just that, he’d never known about the power cut, so my philosophy is never to be the last one at work 🙂

(OK, so it would have been a disaster if he hadn’t been there to save the day, but you catch my drift.)

Because of work shenanigans, we are undecided about our planned break in the Caribbean. First John will have to get a new passport which takes around six weeks. But at least we’ll be in Wales next weekend for my sister’s long awaited post-wedding party!

And guess who’s doing the catering for the 100+ attendees?

I’m making inroads with long lists of dishes and canapés, recipes and equipment. It’s a good excuse to go up to London to buy some specialist ingredients. I may be getting carried away, but I don’t expect every dish to work and I need a few aces up my sleeve. One of the most delicious things I’ve ever eaten is sate lilit in Bali (made with ground pork rather than seafood), so if I can find cheap lemongrass skewers… nobody will mind if the rolls don’t work out, will they?

I’m going to blog about my progress and the event here. It’s not strictly about travel, but there will be plenty of world foods and people from a dozen nations 😀

PS. We still haven’t moved. A mere decade ago, nobody would have asked if we were smokers—it was nobody’s business. These days, we can’t rent a place because of it. Go figure.

A Souvenier From China…

Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

Our mate told us that he caught food poisoning just before he flew home. That can’t have been a fun experience…

However, he was in good spirits when we returned the cats on Sunday. The same can’t be said for us. We miss the little critters!

Today, John surprised me by getting up before me—to visit the bathroom. He’s caught a stomach upset (and is generally feeling rough) and pointed an accusing finger at me.

Wait a minute!

I don’t have food poisoning. Moreover, I’m probably the only homecook on the street with a food hygiene certificate. And since I also have lab experience, I’m more fastidious about hand washing than most chefs.

My ‘diagnosis’ (in the absence of an RT-PCR kit) is norovirus. It’s the most likely form of gastroenteritis to be transmitted by person-to-person contact, the most common form of all and it is often caught from eating undercooked shellfish, so our mate may have a point. Plus the incubation period fits (1-2 days, median 33-36 hours, almost hits it on the head)

Good news: it’s over quickly. And it doesn’t affect cats.

Bad news: acquired immunity isn’t long-lasting, so I’ll probably have something to look forward to shortly 🙁

Playful Scars

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Albert

OK, I’m hating myself for this, but I trimmed Albert’s front claws today (Cedric’s are already trimmed, although he doesn’t use them much).

It goes against my grain to blunt a cat’s defenses, but let’s face it, they’re not going to be in the great outdoors anytime soon. They’re still kittens, not quite the size of our neighbour’s cat. And, as kittens, they play a lot.

For some days now, I’ve been gathering up little bits of carpet. This morning, Albert was dangling from the curtains by one claw, which may have been the last straw: there are tell-tale punctures and tears in all the curtains, sheets and duvets. Occasionally, he uses me as a climbing pole as I sit and type, and his claws are like scythes. Since he and his brother wrestle a lot, he is used to playing rough. Only we don’t have a thick fur to protect ourselves.

It doesn’t help that John snatches his hand away and then dangles it over him, thus encouraging further horseplay. I’ve been caught out more than once myself, and my hands are criss-crossed with fine scars (they only just break the skin—it’s not as if Albert means harm, not compared to what he can do if he catches you by accident—but the skin on the back of my hands is angry and chaffed as a result).

We try to ignore Albert when he is in play mode, but to no avail. He doesn’t really care that much if we stop interacting with him and doesn’t make the connection. On the other hand, he may rub his chin against us and lick our noses one moment, then grab us with extended claws the next. It’s all the same to him.

So, enough. I went in search for the nailclips, some treats, and then for Albert.

I must admit that I was nervous. I waited until he started to wake up after a period of rest following the morning’s Grand Chase Around the House, then grabbed him and stroked him while I found the right position for the nailclip. He didn’t notice. He sniffed at the clipper, then wriggled towards the treats I had secreted in a pill box. It only took three attempts and as many treats, to trim the tips of his claws and afterwards he continued to rub his chin on my hand.

Kittens put up with a lot without hard feelings.

But I feel like a bastard.

Birdsong in January

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

This is the summer that never was. We must have had at least 3 days of sunshine last week. And this morning I was in the kitchen, making sandwiches for John’s lunch, when I realised that I wasn’t wearing my dressing gown.

The downstairs of the house isn’t heated.

On Sunday, we arrived home from shopping to the sound of birds chirping in the bushes.

There is something wrong with this image, of course. The branches are still bare. It’s only January. And birds don’t sing to celebrate the sunshine; they sing to establish breeding territories.

Might be a lot of frozen little chicks out there, come February.

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In other news: we are still house hunting. We almost found a place, but the landlord was pushing his luck, then bailed out and put the place on the market. Shame that he couldn’t have waited a year or so until the housing market has slumped more. But seriously, things are turning around in our favour, only the timing’s off. One or two years down the road, we might consider buying. Maybe Brown will deliver on his promise to develop housing on brownfield sites and put an end to this madness once and for all. There’s plenty of space, even in London.

The EeePC has left customs and—as of 7:04 this morning—is on its way. Now I’m just crossing my fingers that the thing isn’t damaged or the international bueraucratic merry-go-round will start up yet again. Honestly, stick to local markets.

I still wonder whether I should have bought a machine with twice the specs (1 GB RAM, 8 GB SDD) for a measly 68$ more. Probably, but it doesn’t come in light blue. Still, my little machine has 8 times the flash memory of the OLPC. And I’ve just seen a 2GB RAM upgrade for the 701 EeePC from a local Ebay seller 🙂

Moving Out

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

I’m not going on a trip this winter.

It’s not enough to go away for a few weeks, not even if you seek refuge on an island retreat, wishing you’d never have to go back even as each day passes.

It’s not enough to go away—only to have to come back.

I have to get out of Shitville before I’m going stir-crazy. It’s not the country (although I’ll trade the UK with Australia any day), it’s the location.

John is committed to supervise several PhDs which means another three years on the job. It also means that the company where he works is full of bright young people, but none of them actually live here.

Tadley was never more than a temporary abode. In the three years that we have stayed, I feel that I have aged twenty.

The village had its charms. At least until the smoking ban came in. But the ban means that you can no longer choose your company. We all have to share the same campfire—a wood-burning stove in the pub courtyard—and it turns out that the people gathering there are not of my tribe.

Fire

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Back to work…

Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

Isn’t it just terrible? I thought that this holiday would never end and—Blam!—it’s all over.

It is grey and cold and wet and it’s January, and everybody is back at work 🙁

OK, so I’m unemployed. I’m just saying

My New Year’s resolution is to finish that pesky telepathic-tree-SciFi novel I’ve been working on for almost exactly two years, and get it submitted. I also hope to sell at least one story. Then I can say that I’m a science fiction writer—nay, author—rather than an unemployed housewife.

But since the year has only just begun, I may go on a little trip first. John was forced to take some of his leave back in November, which means that we’re not going to spend January in Cuba as previously planned, and I’m not likely to go for long solo trips any more, but by February latest I expect I’ll be stir-crazy and looking for a tropical escape.

Photo of the Day

Friday, December 21st, 2007

It’s been absolutely freezing down here this past week, although the sun usually manages to melt the frost before I manage to go out. So this is from last year:

Wintry Sun

Also by way of reminding anybody who’s interested that Day in the Life of (DILO) 22nd December is almost upon us, for those who are on Flickr.

This time around we’ll be partying in Watford 🙂

Another Charming Evening in the Pub…

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

…and I’m not talking about the Rugby.

After the match we huddled around the stove, drawing on our cigarettes as if for warmth. The guys kept feeding logs into the fire but it barely managed to stave off the cold, although we were sitting directly in front of it.

At least it kept our teeth from chattering, so we talked. Being latecomers, John and I mainly listened.

A: “I’ve just moved here from Reading.”

B: “Good for you. Less hassle around here.”

A: “There’s too many Blacks there.”

C: “Wot, you mean Niggers?”

A: “You’re not supposed to say that word any more.”

Me: “You know, I last heard this kind of language when I was hitchhiking in South Africa—in 1984.”

A: “Ohmigod, in 1984 I was—wait—3½!”

What, all year?

Me: “Yeah, I’m old” and wise, I didn’t say.

A: “I shouldn’t even talk like that, ‘cos of me cousin.”

Pregnant pause.

“He’s half-cast. Innit.”

Intermission

Tuesday, October 9th, 2007

I want to resume my Japan travelogue, but I want to do it properly, and right now it’s getting in the way of a deadline and two outstanding story crits.

Meanwhile, I’m battling with the October blues while the rain is pouring down from leaden skies and the brook in front of the house is swelling dangerously. They’ve cleared it up since the summer flood. But nobody has reckoned with autumn leaf fall.

Does our letting agent know something that our neighbours don’t? While we still live with exposed floorboards and bare concrete downstairs, they have almost completed their renovation work.