domestic goddess alert

Recipe sharing time! Cooking is generally not really my thing and so on the rare occasion I find a recipe I actually like, I feel compelled to share it. I’ve been attempting a lot of Indian or otherwise curry-based dishes in the last few months because it forces me to eat lots of veggies and because rice is so easy to make.

Anyway. Onward to the Easy, Tasty Chickpea Curry (via The Kitchn). Note that as I am a lazy and forgetful chef, I make a lot of substitutions and leave things out entirely, so I’m reproducing an annotated version of the recipe here.

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Ca va bien, et vous?


A former coworker dropped by work today having returned recently from a two month trip to Europe. She mentioned that she had not at all enjoyed Paris and I expressed surprise as I remember really liking it as I apparently didn’t have any negative experiences the way she had. We talked more about her trip and then as if to refute my own previously stated enjoyment of the city, I kept remembering weirdly negative things that happened while I was there:

  1. On our very first day, we were getting on the Metro and a gang of Parisian louts (what’s the French equivalent of lout?) jumped the turnstiles and then proceeded to flash us.
  2. After walking up the magical Champs-Élysées at night, we arrived at the Arc de Triomphe only to find a dude taking a crap on it. Like, literally: he was squatting against the facade, pooping.
  3. Some of the girls in our group had gone to a nightclub (pro-tip: don’t go to Parisian night clubs) and when they left, a group of guys followed their taxi back to the hotel and then stood outside watching the windows and waiting for lights to turn on so they could then go inside and figure out which rooms the girls were in.

There is also something called Paris Syndrome which has symptoms that include “acute delusions, hallucinations, dizziness, sweating, and feelings of persecution” and which “is thought to be linked to extreme disappointment that Paris is not always the magical, romantic wonderland it’s so often made out to be in the movies”.

Voila, Paris! I still like it, although I am trying to separate “Paris is AWESOME!” from “I am eighteen and this is the first time I’ve been to Europe, whee!” I suppose I would have to go back as a proper adult to make a true assessment of the city, which is not the worst thing in the world to do.

obviously, I am foodie

I am attending a barbecue on Saturday to which I have been asked to bring an appetizer. It will take all my strength not to make devilled eggs, the 1970s class act appetizer extraordinaire that I love so much and that quite possibly no one else on the planet does. I even have an entire tray designed for the serving of devilled eggs. My love for paprika seasoning, let me show it to you.

Speaking of which: if you don’t label your spices, you may or may not encounter a problem where paprika turns brown over time and can be mistaken for cinnamon if you are not paying attention while baking cookies. Not that I have personal experience with this or anything.

bandwagons I'm jumping on: the homemade iced tea movement

And can I just say that it is DELICIOUS? Is there a beverage equivalent for the joy of eating manifested on the internet by “om nom nom”? Because that term would be applicable in this instance.

My sister Amelia prompted this, as she’s been making her own iced tea this summer. Obviously making your own iced tea is not rocket science but I found some instruction here and here to make sure that I wasn’t missing a major step between “brew tea” and “make it cold”. (I wasn’t; “sweeten to taste” is optional and also something I remembered without the help of the interwebs.)

So far I’ve made two pitchers of the stuff using PC Ginger Peach Herbal Tea, which is delicious hot but possibly even more fabulous ice cold. Tea specs: I used four bags of tea in two litres of water and steeped it for about five minutes. While it was steeping I added a ½ cup of sugar and stirred it until it dissolved. When the five minutes were up, I poured it over ice (filled about ¼ of the way up the pitcher) and then put it in the fridge. Then I waited the approximately million years it took to cool down.

The next thing I want to do is pick up some empty tea bags for loose tea leaves so that I can use some of the tea I bought at Harrods to make iced tea with. Harrods would probably be appalled to know that I’m using their product in such an unrefined manner. It’s hot here, damnit!

Happy Birthday to me

Today is my birthday and as such I set my alarm for 3:00am so that I could get up early and gift myself with a pair of tickets to the Liverpool vs Wolves match on September 23. I promptly called my sister at around 4:00am to tell her that I secured said tickets and now we are on our way towards planning a long weekend in Liverpool revolving around this match. Excitement! Hopefully we’ll get to do the Anfield tour this time because they won’t be doing stadium repairs at that time of year.

The Tate Liverpool also has a Magritte exhibition on until mid-October, which is very fortuitous given that he is one of my favourite painters and we didn’t get a chance to go to the Tate Liverpool when we were there in May.

(Is it bad that I’ve booked another trip when I haven’t even finished posting about when I went two months ago?)

Also, a bobby pin just fell out of my hair and onto my leg and I thought it was a bug and nearly had a heart attack.

London: Museums and Galleries

London has approximately fourteen million museums and galleries, thus if you go you should visit that which interests you rather than that which other people tell you you must see. (These are not necessarily mutually exclusive things, of course.) You should also do the big museums at the start of your trip, because if you wait until the end you’ll be that person who manages to do the entire British Museum in two hours because you’re museum-ed out and can’t absorb any more history.

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get back to where you once belonged

My love affair with the Beatles began when I was thirteen years-old and The Beatles Anthology aired on TV. I don’t want to put too fine a point on it but it CHANGED MY LIFE, and since that point I’ve wanted to go to England. London, yes, but more importantly Liverpool. As cheesy and touristy as it probably is, we decided to roll up for the Magical Mystery Tour to see the sights and sounds of the Liverpool suburbs where the Fab Four grew up.

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I will be on a plane 24 hours from now

In less than twenty-four hours I will be on a plane headed for London! I’m in the thick of the vomiting-rainbows-from-excitement phase and am exceedingly tired, so naturally it’s 11:30pm and I still have to finish packing.

I leave you with the hilarious Liverpool third kit that my sister pre-ordered a month ago that arrived today after she fought with DHL for two days. This is suppose to be an Andy Carroll jersey, in case you’re wondering. Spectacular. Sweet Carra 9, indeed.