Thursday, June 9, 2011

To Do List

Things to do once exams are over in fifteen hours:

  • Get lashed - champagne reception
  • Ceremonial burning of notes to symbolise the end of Part II Tripos
  • Say thank you to supervisors for putting up with my various incompetencies over the year
  • Retail therapy to ease the trauma of the last few months
  • Make my memory scrapbook - remind Harald that drawing penises everywhere in it is not acceptable
  • Draw lots of nice pictures
  • Pen some nice escapist stories
  • Write that song that is hastily scribbled at the back of my Foundations of Organic Synthesis notebook
  • Set up a proof-reading website
  • Go punting
  • Look for the alpacas near the Cavendish
  • Learn how to program like a boss
  • Learn how to diabolo like a G6
  • Learn how to play croquet like a...
  • Play and win at lots of Jungle Speed
  • Soul Calibur II
  • Get good at pool - ANGLES
  • Go paintballing/theme park
  • Cook lots - dumplings, dim sum, sushi, you name it...
  • Play poker
  • Hit Cindies and that new club at least once this semester
  • Youtube drinking game
  • Karaoke nights :D
  • Go swimming until I am at a socially acceptable level of not being able to drown
  • Gym every day:
- Erg time of 2 min 10 split
- Squat the weight of a small anorexic child
- Deadlift the weight of a small anorexic adult
- Bench more than the bar
  • Watch Snog, Marry, Avoid and all those other mind-numbing shows like Paris Hilton's BFF until my brain turns to mush
  • Watch the shockingly bad horror movie Tamara
  • Read some young adult novels about Important Topics in life like romance in an American high school setting
  • Reminisce about the heady Part II days when all I had to worry about was the benzaldehyde that ended up in my mouth, and other such trivial things
 Should probably do some last minute cramming. Gotta make the last one count.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Kitchen Adventures #1 ~ Chilli Con Carne


Why don’t men cook at home?
No one’s invented a steak that will fit in the toaster.

…AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ahem.

This is in no way meant to be a cooking blog, but as someone who takes photos of every single meal that she makes, I thought I’d write about my more successful incarnations. And so here we have the great chilli con carne:





It may look like I took a photo of this in hall, but if you look carefully, you can see that although the tray and the glass may have been *acquired* from hall, the cutlery certainly is not! And also, there lies my trusty RSC 2009. Now who takes a pen to hall?!


I was going to post a series of photos of my chilli con carne through the ages, but it looks like I didn’t take that many at all, and if you think I am sad enough to go trawling through my Facebook photo history for said elusive photos then you are mistaken – I only went as far back as Easter 2010: Part I before giving up.

On reflection, the last time I made this dish was sometime last term, and it must have tasted good enough to steal…because it did get stolen. I think I’ve almost recovered from that trauma (in which I missed my very important lectures to sit and stare at the wall for a few hours in rage) so I feel that it would be somewhat therapeutic to share. After all, sharing is caring. And revealing is healing.

Ingredients:

Minced beef
1-2 Onions
Clove of garlic
6 Tomatoes (or a large tin of tomatoes in sauce)
Red or green pepper
215g tin of kidney beans in chilli sauce (important, otherwise you have to make your own chilli sauce!)
Chopped Chilli (optional)
White wine (optional)
Salt
Black pepper
Chilli powder
Rice

Recipe:

1. Chop the onions and garlic into small pieces and fry them until slightly brown.
2. Add the beef; season with salt and pepper and fry until cooked. I tend to use a third or half of a 500g pack. Normally it’s enough to last me for two meals!
3. Chop up the pepper and chuck that in, along with the tomatoes and the kidney beans.
4. Pour in half a cup of white wine – I didn’t use white wine in any of my other attempts, and must say that the wine does bring a new level to the flavour. If you don’t want to use alcohol, half a cup of water will do.
5. Add chilli powder or chopped up chilli at your discretion.
6. Let the mysterious mush simmer for fifteen to twenty minutes, or longer, if possible – the longer you cook this, the more flavour will seep into the beef.
7. Once the sauce has reduced to your satisfaction, serve with rice!

If you don’t have the chilli sauce then you can either buy pre-made sauce, or make your own from a combination of: tomato puree, water, sugar, chilli powder, paprika, salt, cumin, garlic powder, black pepper, coriander, oregano, onion powder, basil, and thyme...as it says on the back of my tin of kidney beans in chilli sauce. So yeah, buy the kidney beans in chilli sauce. From Tesco.

Finally, you may notice that I haven’t been very specific with the quantities of ingredients used – that’s because I tend to make it up on the spot so have never actually taken note of the ratios. This may or may not be a good thing...I’ll leave this up to you to decide.

Enjoy! ^_^

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Lies My ‘Friends’ Told Me #2

That when you are going in for a job interview, you can’t ever show your back to the interviewer. Even when leaving the room. You have to maintain eye contact all the time.

Following on from the corporate theme, I was told this pearl of ‘wisdom’ sometime last term during my job application phase when I would freak out on a daily basis and run to various people for advice. Being in a vulnerable state of panic at the time, I drank in everything that I was told – not once did I question any bit of advice I received. After all, these were people who already had job offers, right? Of course they held some secret elixir of knowledge, some golden key that would unlock the gates of employment-dom for me. Uhm, yeah. About that…

Once again, I fell for it: hook, line and sinker. I even went so far as to try it out in front of them – got more than stuck when attempting to leave the room though. Fumbling around for the door handle with your back to the door and desperately trying to maintain eye-contact would make any normal person realise that you were being had, but no, not I – I still didn’t realise, until they burst out laughing. Yup. There was a reason why I hadn’t come across this piece of advice anywhere on the Internets and now I know why.

*facepalm*

I don’t even think that there needs to be a moral to this story.