scribbles of a completely sane woman

Luke

2009-06-07T19:13:00.001+02:00

In our house, we have different lukes where liquids are concerned. We have:

luke cold: it was warm once upon a time, and one can just detect it with your tongue
luke warm: a perfect blend between cold and hot to make the liquid in question perfectly drinkable.
luke hot: steam’s rising, only for the iron-cast mouthed.
luke skywalker: should be hot, but isn’t

A reminder

2009-05-07T07:02:00.001+02:00

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

Sweet

2009-05-01T08:52:00.001+02:00

Sweet potato, as it turns out, is nothing like potato. I knew this, of course, because I had tasted it before. But I thought, possibly, in the cooking process, there may be some similarities. I could not have been more wrong.

I do love that purple colour on my vegetables. I think the purple vegetables have more fun than the others.

I guess I have an oral fixation, because I have been obsessed with food since I quit smoking. Oh, I loved food before, but now I simply cannot think of anything else. Maybe it is time to find a new obsession – any suggestions?

Overdressed

2009-04-15T21:03:00.001+02:00

To cat, stretched up against kitchen cupboard, begging for chicken: Sorry, Frank, you are overdressed for this party. No tuxedos allowed.

You call this cherry?

2009-04-11T09:20:00.001+02:00

Reading the package insert of my medication, I eventually pass the scary stuff and find the Identification section. Apparently, it has a characteristic cherry flavour. My tongue disagrees, but I also notice the insert’s publication date is November 1993.

Cherry sure has changed in, oh my god, sixteeen years.

Aubergine

2009-03-25T17:46:00.001+02:00

Last night, I successfully cooked aubergine for the first time. I had one previous encounter in my own kitchen with this interesting vegetable, but it ended very badly.

My mother, as far as I can remember, also had a number of interesting entanglements with the purple eggplant when I was growing up.

But last night I conquered the brinjal. I sliced it up and fried it with mushrooms, chilli, ginger and garlic and served it with some pasta. And it was glorious.

The end

2009-02-08T12:54:00.001+02:00

I have decided it is easier to maintain one writing blog rather than two, and it made no sense splitting them. I have imported all the blog entries from this blog into I Dream In Words, and ~~will be removing~~ have removed them from this blog. Please visit there in future.