Doh!
You know when you sometimes leave a tissue in a pocket of you pants or something and then you put it in the washing machine? If you’re lucky it stays in the pocket and the load is not affected. But if it comes out then you get those annoying bits of tissue stuck on some of the clothes…
Well…
I’ve just gone to hang a load of washing and discovered an entire (half) roll of toilet paper has somehow gotten mixed in there!!!!!!
THERE IS TOILET PAPER EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I’ve spent the last half an hour shaken bits off all the clothes and it looks like its been snowing on my balcony. And most of it is still stuck on the clothes. Will wait til its dry and see if I can get it off with a clothes brush.
Otherwise I might wash it all again.
Exhibitionists
There are probably other words I could use to describe the phenomenon that happens to the block of flats across the road from me, but exhibitionist is what I thought of.
I live on the second floor of an apartment block and it has a lounge room with full length windows and a balcony which overlooks another apartment block across the road.
I have lived here for over 7 years and I can’t work out why the tenants over there want the world to see them parading around in their birthday suits. You might say that they are comfortable in their own skin and their image, but everybody else doesn’t have to see it.
There are two offending apartments with tenants that stroll around from the bathroom to their bedrooms/loungerooms nude. But that’s not the strange thing. Both the apartments have changed tenants at least three times in the 7 years I’ve been here. Bit of a coincidence that everyone that moves into those 2 apartments feels they don’t need to close the curtains when they are not wearing anything. It’s like there a ghost or some spell in those apartments that makes the tenants do it.
Like this morning. The lower of the 2 apartments had been vacant for the past 6-8 weeks. I thought thank god that I don’t have to see that middle age man sitting on the toilet or walking around his lounge in the nude anymore.
When I woke up I got my bowl of cereal and opened the curtains and stepped out onto the balcony. I look across and sure enough. Nudie nude nude!! New tenant. Or should that be newd tenant. Grrr!
What gives?
Epic fishcake FAIL!!
I’m going to try to blog about food from now, whether it’s my own cooking, something a friend cooked for me, or something I ate at a restaurant. At least if I write about it hopefully I will come back to this and see what worked and what didn’t.
In tonight’s case of the fishcake, it didnt…
So I saw something on TV once about fishcake and it seemed simple enough to make. I had some sort of meaty white fish cutlets which I had thawed. Can’t remember what it was but I bought it whole and ate the back part as fillets steamed. Was nice.
I was left with 2 think cutlets so I thought I’d attempt to make fishcakes for the first time. Now if I was smart I would have Googled a recipe first. But I’m pretty good in the kitchen and I figured I could just put a few ingredients together that made sense.
So first I carefully took the flesh off the cutlets, making sure there was no skin or bone in the mix. Then I minced it up by hand. Done. The ingredients I added were some sweet chilli sauce, corn flour, minced ginger and corianda. Unfortunately I had no egg (whites) to use as a binding agent. I figured this should do though as the mix should harder in the pan as it cooked.
So I heat the pan and put some oil in. At this stage I put a small amount of the mix in my hand to try to shape it into a pattie. I wetness and texture should have told me something was wrong, but I had nothing to loose (except part of my dinner!).
In the pan the patties go and even after a minute when I tried moving them around in the pan I knew it was all wrong. The mix was just way too wet and soft to cook properly. I let them harden enough to turn them over. They had only been frying on a medium heat for maybe 3 minutes but when I turned one over it was all black, yet didn’t smell burnt. I figured that the sweet chilli sauce must discolour so I kept going.
A few minutes later I turned them over again. But as soon as I press on them the mix in the middle oozed out the sides and was still wet and raw. Somehow the hard, blackened surface was preventing the inside from cooking.
I left them in for a few more minutes but they just wouldn’t cook properly. And they just got progressively darker. So I stopped the pan and cut one open. The black crust was about half a cm thick and inside was raw. YUM!!!!
Straight in the bin.
So I just ate stirfry chinese veg and instant noodles (both of which I was eating anyway but would have been nice to have an entree).
What dawned on me as I was cursing was that because the fish was frozen and thawed that I should have squeazed all the moisture out of the fish before adding the ingredients. Then the mix would have not been so wet.
As to why it wet black so quickly and yet was not burnt I’m not sure.
Will check recipe next time before attempting something for the first time!
Review – The Talking Vagina (play)
Last night I went to see a comedy play called The Talking Vagina!!
Jessica, the best children’s book illustrator in all of Brunswick West, just wants to get the job done. Life starts to unravel when her secret is revealed to her new boyfriend, Edward, and her new client, Mr Wong – Jessica has a talking vagina. A ‘fou fou’ named Frank. And Frank has dreams to rival Jessica’s. After a hairy life repressed in Jessica’s hightop knickers, he’s not about to shut up.
Written & Directed by Michele Lee
It was part of the 2008 Melbrourne Fringe Festival and my friend was in it. I try to make it to some of his shows but I’m not really much of a theatre going anymore so usually excuse myself one way or another.
But I was really glad I went last night and it was the closing night as well. I never know what to make of play titles or their blurbs so I tried not to think too much of it and go into it with an open mind, pardon the pun.
Anyway, the play was excellent!!! The small cast played to a full house and there were belly laughs applenty. The humour was clever (if not a little dirty but hey, that’s the subject matter). Actually, it was right up my alley (again, pardon the pun!). The set was minimal and effective, with fairly seemless scene transitions.
All the main characters were funny, especially Mr Wong (nice Mandarin) and of course my friend Daniel Rice who played Edward, the boyfriend. His comedic timing and physical acting was spot on. He also played a girl character disturbingly well!
The play was short and sweet and with laughs throughout. Left with a grin on my face.
Why?
I don’t want to come across as insensitive. So first of all, I hope they still find missing Aussie backpacker Britt Lapthorne alive and well somewhere. But worst case scenario, that the body that was found turns out to be her. At least her family and friends will have some closure.
But here’s the thing. People go missing in Australia everyday. We don’t here a peep about them. No one demands immediate action and say not enough is being done. So why are we hearing so much about Britt’s case and not any of the others? Is it because she went missing overseas? Is it because the media thinks she is an interesting “story”? I know having the media exposure can actually raise awareness and assist in finding the person but I’m sure that’s not why the media are all over it.
This is like the case of Madeline McCann, the little English girl that went missing in Portugal. It was (and still is to a degree) a media circus. It got to a point where I didn’t relate to her as a missing person anymore but more like a mystery movie as if it wasn’t real.
At the time people were already questioning why so much attention on her when others go missing all the time. They compared it to another British girl that went missing of similar age and her case got hardly any mention. They questioned whether it was becuase Madeline was froma wealthy background and was cute and the other girl was Jo Average. I think she was eventually found.
Anyway, again I hope Britt is found.
