Not blogged for a while because, well – nowt much to say. Little bit to say about this, little bit about that, little bit about not much in particular. Even though the little bit of rage and horror isn’t really a little bit of rage and horror, this isn’t where I write about rage or horror. So not much to say in general.
Or so I thought. Strange things happen, however, and one discovers when one pops together a series of little bits – one will get a bigger bit. And maybe even enough for an actual blog post (there’s no particular reason why I write around 1,000 words. I just do – and maybe I can consider writing 500 words or 200 words or 100 words or something or other so that a) I continue to write and b) you lot don’t think I’ve abandoned you for my castle (which is looking delightful actually – just needs about a million more rifting sceptres and I’ll be able to renovate to my heart’s content. And I may or may not have aquired a farm. And a restaurant). I digress. How unusual. (And of course once I get started…)
So, what have I been up to – because honestly, I haven’t been lolling on the couch playing silly games on the Farcebook ALL the time. (Just umm most of the time…)
Cooking – up a storm to be frank, I used the new whizz ‘n’ chopper to make the bolognaise sauce (grated zucchini, carrot and mutilated onions beyond recognition quick as blinking, it did) and to grate the vegies for hamburgers. Used the stick blender mini food processor attachment jobbie to whizz up some thyme I’d dried (dunno why I didn’t think of it before – and you know how icing sugar is always hard and lumpy and a bugger to sift? Stick blender mini food processing attachment jobbie and VER-WAH-LAAAAAAAAAA (I know it’s voila. Poetic licence and all that, mkay?) lump free icing sugar and the cocoa is all uniformly mixed through in way less time than sifting sifting sifting. Been making cakes (Merle’s Kitchen again. Love that book. Buy it.) Butter cake this time, with the chocolate butter frosting from the chocolate walnut cake recipe. Mmm mmm mmm. And the obligatory slices – hedgehog is on high rotation again.
Speaking vaguely of cocoa – can I just say that the proper Dutch stuff is TEH AWSUMNESS and if it’s good in the chocolate pudding, never going back to the Cadbury Bourneville Cocoa again. The Plaistowe one that I have been using has cocoa in it. That’s it. And it tastes divine. The end.
Houseworks – been resting on my laurels since the Great Spare Room Clean Up of a couple of weeks ago. I don’t see why not… I’m having a couple of days off in the next week or so, so the cunning plan is to get rid of the bags of stuff in there; but because the room has been quite nice, some other stuff has magically needed to be stored inside for a week or two (no prizes for guessing WHERE!) The rest of the house is maybe a six and a half out of ten. But I need a proper bit of time off to have a crack, I think.
Washing – it’s getting done. More or less. There might be a bunch of towels that are going to need re-washing that I might have forgotten in the dryer for a week.
Food – Um. Mother Hubbard’s house is us. I haven’t so much been refusing to go to the shops, I have just decided to shop from the pantry for two weeks in a row (aside from F&V… my last F&V list consisted of Fruit and Vegetables and Eggs and Bread. I forgot bread.) and while nobody is starving, supplies are depleted somewhat and the natives may be getting restless.
Meal planning – sort of. Shopping from the freezer works like a semi-automated meal planner. We have X, Y and Z, so we’re having X tonight, Y tomorrow night and Z the night after. Works a treat.
Bicycling. I have been doing some. And why you may ask?
Because I have a new bike!
It is lovely. And smooth. And a bit fancy. And has a very pointy seat. Leading to rather tender lady parts. And a distinct feeling after two days that my bicycle seat had been replaced with a cunning facsimile made from brick.
However, after four days, the brick impression seems to have worn off – the only thing stopping me from making it five in a row was the thunder and lightning and torrential rain on Friday morning. That and the pile o’ crap I had to take home (too hot to ride home in my coat on Wednesday, too hot to ride home in my cardy Thursday… bloody freezing and wet Friday morning. Love it. Side effect was that I almost had a complete skin out change of clothes available to me this morning on arrival. No shirt though. And that was the wettest bit.) While I probably won’t get another ride in until the week after next, I still have to get a stand (ordered) and investigate the gear carrying options available to the lady rider.
While a front basket would be my preferred option, apparently having all those gears and levers and the like (not to mention the flat handlebars that are not round) make a basket on the front more trouble than it’s worth and why don’t you get yourself a nice back pack, hey? So I am investigating the back rack and rear basket.
Reading – well, I’ve been doing enough of that to warrant a seperate post, so seperate post it is.
Dear iPod, how do I hate you? Let me count the bloody ways you piece of over-rated junk…
I’m up to the letter I.
There’s a lot of I songs, I tell you what. However, the bloody iPod is doing its damndest to make sure that I either get stuck in a vortex of H songs or return to listen to my tunes on shuffle, Starting with Dancing Queen. I turn it on, it starts playing, I’m all wait a minute… I’ve heard this before… yesterday. Sure enough, it’s started playing some random song (usually Dancing Queen) it thinks I want to listen to. So I stop, fiddle with it, put it back on where I was up to and listen away for a bit. Turn it off to do something, turn it back on and it’s on SHUFFLE!!!! Or it starts playing in my handbag even though it’s off. Ok, it’s a reconditioned one from ebay BUT STILL. All I should have to do is press play and be done with it!
I am contemplating popping tunes on my new phone. (Yes, got a new phone, no it’s not an i-one, funnily enough) as it has the memory capacity for probably 20GB songs before it gets cross or concerned. But I like having seperate things, so I guess I am stuck with the bloody useless i-thing until I crack it. Talked to the man at the shop and his awesome suggestion was to upgrade to a better iPod that’ll be a coupla hundred bucks thank yer mother for ther rabbits.
Orright, I’ve cracked the baby grand, I’ve got another post to flesh out a bit in the next day or so… And hopefully, I’ve broken the drought.