Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Halloween freaks


Happy Halloween!
I feel it appropriate now to comment on how Brighton really is full of Nut-nuts. Yesterday when I was going to my shrink, I walked past a man in Saltdean (and bear in mind this is on the edge of Brighton, in an area full of posh white haired people) who was singing 'Here Comes the Sun' at the top of his lungs as he walked towards the cliffs. As we passed each other I couldn't help but smile, as the sound of singing such a song at 8.30am cheered me up somewhat, which caused him to pause mid song... 'Here Comes the- Hi there- Sun'........
Then today on my way for an early morning jog, a man across the road shouted 'Happy Birthday' to me. I ignored him (well- it's not my birthday you see) and he then shouted 'HOW OLD ARE YOU TODAY LOVE?'.... I carried on walking... 'I SAID HOW OLD ARE YOU TODAY???'.... at this point I took advantage of my jogging attire and just ran off.
Best go and do some proper writing now....

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Rice Cakes and Late Night Giggles

I know my health guilt has started to kick in again when I hungrily nip into Holland and Barratt on my way to picking up Sadie from school to grab a bag of lightly salted rice cakes; dried items that would fail to satisfy even the immature tastebuds of a toddler. I know it's even more serious when I accept the shop assistant's offer of purchasing a copy of H&B's 'Hypochondriacs Monthly' publication 'Healthy' Magazine. Do you know I was once stupid enough to pitch an article idea to them about hypochondria itself? Of course, they ignored my idea for a piece on a serious anxiety disorder, as the condition is what sells their waffle in the first place.
Onto more serious issues, my bike got nicked over half term while we were away. This has pissed me off severely. What kind of prick steals a bike that has a child's seat on the back? Ok- so Andy originally found the bike abandoned outside Brighton Station two years ago, but having phoned the police and found out the bike hadn't been reported stolen- we kept it. Perhaps the rightful owner spotted it after all this time and sawed my lock off. It was a bugger not having it as it meant that when I took Sadie to her weekly swimming session today we had to walk to the pool, which is only 1/4 mile away, but took an hour there and an hour back (with bedraggled wet locks). I have a big problem with my patience when it comes to dawdling four year olds. It is not a pretty sight, especially when I combine my crossness with the soggy drowned rat look.
Went to a stand up comedy night tonight in Hove at The Forager, with Joy and Geoff- our old mate Steve Saul was there and his refreshing quirkiness shone like a beacon in the mist of mundane joke-telling wannabes. Also- Zoe Lyons was absolutely ace- why is it that lesbian comedians are so funny? Can anyone enlighten me? The last night we went to the only women who made me laugh were gay- what's that about?
next night is last tues of Nov; visit www.myspace.com/peoplevstandupcomedy

Monday, October 29, 2007

Recycled Jessica Rabbits and Pumpkin Revelations

So this weekend we cut the jaggardy face from our £2.50 pumpkin, placed a scented candle in it and our Halloween celebrations began. We told innocent spooky jokes (the favourite being 'Why was 6 afraid of 7? Because 7 8 9....') to amuse Sadie and Minoo, her sleepover buddy, and then when they'd gone off, we devoured my cheesy sweet potato shepherd's pie with roasted pumpkin pieces and seeds. It was yum. (Below are two of my Autumn recipes, including this one, if you are interested....)
Jamie Oliver recently pointed out on his comforting latest effort 'Jamie At Home' something rather informative, yet obvious, about pumpkins: When you cook them you can remove the seeds but then keep them to cook and eat. I have been cooking pumpkin around this time of year (and out of season too- especially butternut squashes) for most of my adult life, and I have NEVER thought to do this. I actually take myself to the supermarket and buy bags of pumpkin seeds, having discarded the pips of the pumpkin flesh when making soup or whatever, stupidly condemning them to the bin. Since seeing this programme I have mentioned this idea to many other pumpkin fans and they had never thought of it either- even the ones who had studied catering. So it's not just me being thick then. For those who've never got into pumpkin seeds they are very good for your sex drive, and are also nice sprinkled on salads and roasted veg.

Just been on the phone to Rachael who caught me off guard and made me splutter my peppermint tea when she started talking about recycled dildos. And imagine- these days you can even get vegan condoms! Oh my lord. Full of interesting facts that one. Oh how the eco sexual puns kept on coming. Hope I haven't ruined your appetite...

Autumn Orange Soup
1 tbsp olive oil
1 small onion
1 crushed garlic clove
1 cm square ginger, peeled and grated
1 small butternut squash, diced and de-seeded (hang on to your seeds!)- skin can be kept on as it softens (another Oliver wonderfact)
1 large sweet potato, peeled and diced
50g red lentils, washed
1/2 litre vegetable bouillion stock
salt and pepper

Saute onions, garlic and ginger in oil. Add diced veg and mix into onions for 2 mins. Add stock and lentils, bring to boil and simmer for 10-15 mins. When everything soft. put soup in blender or mash with potato masher. Meanwhile heat a small frying pan, and when hot add pumpkin seeds and cook until darkened and crisp. When soup ready sprinkle seeds on top and add salt and pepper. Voila!
(Also can put watercress leaves on top of soup at end if you're a health nazi)

Cheesy Sweet Potato Shepherd's Pie with Roasted Pumpkin
2 onions, chopped
500g beef mince
1/2 punnet cherry tomotoes, chopped
1 tablespoon chopped parsley and fresh basil
2 tablespoons veg oil
250ml vegetable stock
1 tsp marmite (thanks to Annabel Karmel for this tip)
salt and pepper
Topping:
3 medium sweet potatoes, peeled and chopped
1 knob butter
2 tbsp milk
100g cheddar cheese
Side:
Contents of Halloween head, chopped (keep the seeds)
3 tbsp Olive oil
Salt

Fry onion and tomatoes in oil until soft. Add mince and cook until brown. Then add stock. Stir in marmite, herbs and seasoning, and cook gently for 20 mins. Meanwhile, place pumpkin pieces and seeds in a roasting tin. Coat in oil and plenty of salt and place in hot oven.
For topping, boil potatoes until soft, and then stir in butter, milk and 30g of cheese, and mash. When mince mixture ready pour in casserole dish, put mash on top and then grate remaining cheese over.Cook in oven for 10 mins. When ready serve with roasted pumpkin.

Soundtrack: Suede- Metal Mickey

Friday, October 26, 2007

And on today's menu....


We're back from our Yorkshire adventure! We missed little Sadie lots -having said that, she's wimpering for me now when she should be dozing off and I'm going "ARGH! Please sleep!"- but she seemed to have a fab time in Sleepy Sleaford with her Narnie and Dad Dad. She's come back having learnt to rap- my dad really is quite a dude.
This week, Andy and I enjoyed luxurious BnBs (aside from the Royston Vasey-esque toothy woman we encountered in our first port of call 'Bottom House Farm' near Robin Hoods Bay), walking on the -spookily reminiscent of American Werewolf in London -misty moors towards our oasis of a cosy pub, eating pie in Heartbeat's Aidensfield Arms (we were very disappointed Gina wasn't working that night- only a couple of nice young Hungarian chaps who kept saying "WHAT?" to everything I said), sweating buckets in semi-nakedness at the mixed night at the Turkish Baths in Harrogate, charity-shop shopping for warm fluffy clothing in Pickering (see above pic of Andy sporting his choice of what looks like a dead rabbit on his head), spying on all the creepy goths who were hovering around the graveyard at Whitby Abbey in preparation for their Halloween celebrations, and discussing the life-preserving qualities of whisky (my 90 year old grandma swears by it) with two 87 year old Yorkshire men in Thirsk.

At our last BnB in Sinnington, run by Jane Otter, who practically became our cuddly great aunt while we were staying there, we sat up one night, like the pair of wannabe pensioners that we seem to be these days, with our long walks and early nights with a good book, reading Jane's collection of 'Christmas Crackers' - an assortment of anecdotes compiled by John Julius Norwich- whoever he is. He quoted some hilarious menu translations and here's the one that made me wet myself laughing:
(from a Polish menu): 'Salad a firm's own make; limpid red beet soup with cheesy dumplings in the form of a finger; roasted duck let loose; beef rashers beaten up in the country people's fashion.'
Brilliant.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Yorkshire Stripper

We are in Harrogate in a pub with limited wireless connection. It's very hot in here, despite being cold outside, so Andy has his top off. Will write soon with tales of Yorkshire .... keep reading.
p.s. hot tip: Alisdair Sawday's B+Bs are always a hit. check out http://www.sawdays.co.uk/

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Ladies Only

Oh- yesterday turned out to be PMT by the way. God, since rapidly approaching, and then turning, 30 I've been feeling absolutely shit around this time of the month- anyone got any tips? I've been taking Agnus Castus every day for 2 months but still feel like I'm about to start the menopause for about 5 days before... hot flushes, exhaustion, mood swings, flu-like symptoms and paranoia ('plague of the pussies'? Cats are not that scary)... Small apology to any men reading this, but when a quarter of your life is taken over by this curse, it needs a mention. Incidentally, I have had to go over this last paragraph more than once to correct grammatical mistakes- the monthlies turn me clumsy and bad at spelling.
My antidote to this wretched day was to spend it drinking white wine and eating fish pie with 89 year old Dick (yes- Dick- my spelling is correct this time), Tamzin's mother in law. What a great woman. She told me all about her children's home that she and her husband ran many years ago overlooking Lake Windermere. She looked after 12 children, three of which were her own, who were between the ages of 7 days and 15 years. Puts me to shame even mentioning a gruelling day with my one kiddiwinkle, which I can be known to do, especially once a month.
I'm also going to see another amazing lady this weekend- we're off to my nan's (or Narnie Em as we call her) 90th!! - 90?!?- and there's me complaining about the physical symptoms of my third decade of life as a woman.. I'll shut up.

Soundtrack: Franz Ferdinand- What You Meant

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Urgh

Oh shitey shite I'm fighting a coldy nauseous thing just before I go away on my Yorkshire holiday. Sod's Law will mean I'll spend the whole time in bed snivelling and not feeling like a tipple or even any nookie. What a waste. I suppose with Sadie at my mum's I can at least sleep uninterrupted, unless Andy insists on doing his usual and dragging me out of bed each day at some ungodly hour to do some "couple yoga" or a coastal hike ("Well- we've got to make the most of it while we haven't got Sadie...").
Bugger. Am off for a lie down. Ooops no- got far too much to do... best be off.