I bet they have amazing dried dates in Italy. But they're probably better in Turkey or Iraq or somewhere that is not Italy. Hm, my next travel destination perhaps.
That being said, I am tempted to go to the US for my fifth year elective. Even though it would probably be heinously expensive. But maybe not. Isn't America meant to have a pretty cheap cost of living? I'm sure I could live off 50% pigs trotter hot dogs for a couple of months. And I'm all too happy to live in a cockroach-infested ghetto somewhere. I am from the hood after all.
But then Canada is calling (they have a large Jewish population there too, just in case you were wondering). So is Eastern Europe. So is Tibet and Russia. So is the Moon.
And now I'm done. I can't wait to travel the world.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
I Take It Back
I take it all back. Dried cranberries are not the world's greatest dried fruit. Not even close. Dates are.
Holy crap, how have I gone this long without trying a dried date? Sure, I've had sticky date pudding plenty of times but not the fruit itself. It is like eating a piece of sticky date pudding... but without the pudding. It's so sweet but not overly so, it's soft and squishy, it has a mellow caramel flavour.
You know how people say fruits are nature's lollies (or is that just me)? It's all a lie. Fruits do not taste like lollies... except for dried dates.
Now I know why Muslim people break fast during Ramadan with a dried date. Because the thought of that delicious morsel is enough to sustain them through the whole day of fasting. Ingenious.
J
Holy crap, how have I gone this long without trying a dried date? Sure, I've had sticky date pudding plenty of times but not the fruit itself. It is like eating a piece of sticky date pudding... but without the pudding. It's so sweet but not overly so, it's soft and squishy, it has a mellow caramel flavour.
You know how people say fruits are nature's lollies (or is that just me)? It's all a lie. Fruits do not taste like lollies... except for dried dates.
Now I know why Muslim people break fast during Ramadan with a dried date. Because the thought of that delicious morsel is enough to sustain them through the whole day of fasting. Ingenious.
J
Update on Lunch
I just burped and nearly vommed a little in my mouth. And now I'm recounting the story here. Maybe all that roughage wasn't such a good idea at lunch time.
About to hit Harbourtown/Myer to look for more boots and coats and thermal underwear. Cool.
J
About to hit Harbourtown/Myer to look for more boots and coats and thermal underwear. Cool.
J
This Shit is Pumpkin (P-u-m-p-k-i-n)
I don't want to brag but I just made and ate the most delicious lunch in the world (and yes, it is only 12.25pm and yes, I have fully consumed and cleared the evidence of my midday meal).
I roasted a zucchini and some pumpkin with salt, pepper and some oil. I made couscous to which I added the roasted vegetables, a diced tomato and a generous handful of dried cranberries (my new one true love. Holy shit, dried cranberries are delicious. They kick sultana's ass, dried apricot's ass, all the dried fruits' asses! And yes, the grammar of the previous sentence is entirely questionable even though I pondered over it for a good few minutes). I mixed it in a bowl with some leftovers from last night (I made fish tacos last night so had a small bowl of leftover coleslaw, salsa and avocado) and topped it with a gooey fried egg (just the type Little Mishelle loves with the runny yolk coating it all in a delicious, animal-byproducty sauce).
I just came. It was amazing.
I love cooking during the holidays. So far, I've been making myself enough food on Monday to last me for lunch for the rest of the week. The first week, I just roasted pumpkin and carrots for salads. The second week, I roasted pumpkin, carrots and made beanballs. This week, see above. As you can see, there is a recurring theme of pumpkin because pumpkin is fucking delicious.
I am going to miss this culinary shit once uni starts up again. Crying inside.
Oh, and I just found out that that douchebaggy new manager of mine basically got fired this week. He was told by HR to either get his shit together or leave. It is amazing.
J
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Wild Child
Holy crap. I have found the best blog ever: http://theactorsdiet.com
Not only is she Asian American (there's some similarity to being Asian Australian, right?), takes awesome photos of food, eats amazing looking stuff but she's also married to a Jewish guy! I know. Could I be even more horrendous and superficial? I don't think so.
Went for a 30 minute run this morning. My blister popped open again. It was suitably pussy and horrific. Then I went to work. R and I both parked our cars and started walking towards the shop at the same time. I avoided eye contact until we were both near the front. I looked over and he had the largest smile on his face.
"Why are you so happy?" I asked.
"Dunno. Just am," he said.
The end.
Now I'm watching Wild Child and wondering why Emma Roberts looks about 12 in the movie?
Finally, I am incredibly tempted to cut all my hair off when I get it done this Friday. But how? The thing is, I love how short hair looks in movies and TV shows but a) I have Asian hair and b) I never style my hair. Case in point:
I think most of why I like this movie is because I adore Ginnifer Goodwin's hair in it. It's so perky and bouncy and lush. My hair is none of these things. But I'm so sick of it hanging lank around my face like a flaccid penis (totes just went there). So now what?
J
Not only is she Asian American (there's some similarity to being Asian Australian, right?), takes awesome photos of food, eats amazing looking stuff but she's also married to a Jewish guy! I know. Could I be even more horrendous and superficial? I don't think so.
Went for a 30 minute run this morning. My blister popped open again. It was suitably pussy and horrific. Then I went to work. R and I both parked our cars and started walking towards the shop at the same time. I avoided eye contact until we were both near the front. I looked over and he had the largest smile on his face.
"Why are you so happy?" I asked.
"Dunno. Just am," he said.
The end.
Now I'm watching Wild Child and wondering why Emma Roberts looks about 12 in the movie?
Finally, I am incredibly tempted to cut all my hair off when I get it done this Friday. But how? The thing is, I love how short hair looks in movies and TV shows but a) I have Asian hair and b) I never style my hair. Case in point:
I think most of why I like this movie is because I adore Ginnifer Goodwin's hair in it. It's so perky and bouncy and lush. My hair is none of these things. But I'm so sick of it hanging lank around my face like a flaccid penis (totes just went there). So now what?
J
Saturday, July 6, 2013
The Glory of Chinese Food
There's nothing quite like it.
Some days, I am very indifferent to my Chinese-hood. Other days, like today, I am very grateful for it. Particularly when I get to enjoy really good food. I'm talking that really good, special occasion stuff. The lobster egg noodles (say no more or I will cream my pants right here), salted egg fried prawns, century egg spinach (I don't even like century egg but with spinach, it's delicious), yam basket, dried scallop soup.
I've only had the pleasure of eating a full course Chinese banquet a handful of times in my life. But it literally is an amazing experience. Once was at a dinner while I was in Melbourne for my cousin's wedding. They are rich. It was like I was feasting as an oriental princess, living it up in the Qing dynasty (I don't even know what shit I'm talking now). We had roasted quail, scallops three ways in the shell. That's pretty much all I remember but I know the rest was magnificent.
I feel like I'm allowed into this secret garden that only Chinese people are allowed into when I eat this stuff. Other people who eat Chinese food don't eat the same stuff or would likely not appreciate the more traditional dishes. Century egg is essentially black, sloppy jelly. Yam has a really gluey texture and is reasonably tasteless. But for some reason Chinese people love it. I love eating one of these dinners with a bunch of Australian born Chinese teenagers and young adults. Boisterous with their hearty Australian accents (again, talking such shit that I should courtesy flush right now) but with chopstick skills taught by their parents from infancy, who never pour tea for themselves first but always for their neighbour and who fucking love century egg.
J
Some days, I am very indifferent to my Chinese-hood. Other days, like today, I am very grateful for it. Particularly when I get to enjoy really good food. I'm talking that really good, special occasion stuff. The lobster egg noodles (say no more or I will cream my pants right here), salted egg fried prawns, century egg spinach (I don't even like century egg but with spinach, it's delicious), yam basket, dried scallop soup.
I've only had the pleasure of eating a full course Chinese banquet a handful of times in my life. But it literally is an amazing experience. Once was at a dinner while I was in Melbourne for my cousin's wedding. They are rich. It was like I was feasting as an oriental princess, living it up in the Qing dynasty (I don't even know what shit I'm talking now). We had roasted quail, scallops three ways in the shell. That's pretty much all I remember but I know the rest was magnificent.
I feel like I'm allowed into this secret garden that only Chinese people are allowed into when I eat this stuff. Other people who eat Chinese food don't eat the same stuff or would likely not appreciate the more traditional dishes. Century egg is essentially black, sloppy jelly. Yam has a really gluey texture and is reasonably tasteless. But for some reason Chinese people love it. I love eating one of these dinners with a bunch of Australian born Chinese teenagers and young adults. Boisterous with their hearty Australian accents (again, talking such shit that I should courtesy flush right now) but with chopstick skills taught by their parents from infancy, who never pour tea for themselves first but always for their neighbour and who fucking love century egg.
J
He's Outside
A computer was stolen from Officeworks today. Hilarious. Apparently, he walked right out of the store with it. And I was serving at the cash register.
That makes me sounds more terrible than I really am. It was a busy wave and I was... well, busy. This guy that stole the computer lives down my street. He's a mentally disabled lad and comes into the store regularly, usually vandalizing stuff, opening boxes or stuffing portable hard drives into his backpack. He's supposed to have a carer with him at all times but clearly doesn't. It's actually pretty depressing.
I only found out he'd walked out when one of the customers said to me, "You know some guy just walked out with a computer, right?"
I looked at her, dumbstruck. Evidently not.
Another couple who were standing nearby came back in a minute later and told me he was sitting on the limestone wall, pulling the thing apart. I told my manager. She ran out with one of the tech guys (K, R's bosom buddy). Apparently, when K saw the guy pulling the computer apart, he sprinted up to him. The guy kept saying, "Sorry, sorry." Then he went into Harvey Norman. K saw him so went in to warn the Harvey Norman manager. They found the guy behind one of the counters, stuffing digital cameras into his bag.
It's so stupid. I know this guy. He lives down my street with his dad who I assume is a single parent because I've never seen the mum. He went to our high school. If he keeps going like this, he's going to have the police on his ass. He was banned from our store and Harvey Norman with the threat of police action if he came back. Props to the fact that my manager didn't call the police even though the guy basically decimated a really expensive computer (the whole thing was literally ripped apart with his bare hands) but he's going to keep shoplifting and vandalizing and getting himself into trouble unless he gets some help and someone to look after him properly.
Sah sad.
J
That makes me sounds more terrible than I really am. It was a busy wave and I was... well, busy. This guy that stole the computer lives down my street. He's a mentally disabled lad and comes into the store regularly, usually vandalizing stuff, opening boxes or stuffing portable hard drives into his backpack. He's supposed to have a carer with him at all times but clearly doesn't. It's actually pretty depressing.
I only found out he'd walked out when one of the customers said to me, "You know some guy just walked out with a computer, right?"
I looked at her, dumbstruck. Evidently not.
Another couple who were standing nearby came back in a minute later and told me he was sitting on the limestone wall, pulling the thing apart. I told my manager. She ran out with one of the tech guys (K, R's bosom buddy). Apparently, when K saw the guy pulling the computer apart, he sprinted up to him. The guy kept saying, "Sorry, sorry." Then he went into Harvey Norman. K saw him so went in to warn the Harvey Norman manager. They found the guy behind one of the counters, stuffing digital cameras into his bag.
It's so stupid. I know this guy. He lives down my street with his dad who I assume is a single parent because I've never seen the mum. He went to our high school. If he keeps going like this, he's going to have the police on his ass. He was banned from our store and Harvey Norman with the threat of police action if he came back. Props to the fact that my manager didn't call the police even though the guy basically decimated a really expensive computer (the whole thing was literally ripped apart with his bare hands) but he's going to keep shoplifting and vandalizing and getting himself into trouble unless he gets some help and someone to look after him properly.
Sah sad.
J
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Sense & Sensibility
Sense & Sensibility is quickly rivalling my feelings for Pride & Prejudice as my favourite Jane Austen book. To be sure, there is nothing quite so frivolously romantic as Pride & Prejudice but I feel like Sense & Sensibility has more of a moral tone and therefore less fluffy.
It has also give rise to, hilariously, one of my new favourite movies; From Prada to Nada. On the other hand, Pride & Prejudice has given rise to my all time favourite movie (which some detest but which made me love Keira Knightley, want to impregnate Rosamund Pike, want to make Carey Mulligan my best friend and want to buy a corset), the 2005 version.
So many conflicting motions. I have to go watch the 2008 miniseries version of Sense & Sensibility now (I get so excited when I find unwatched BBC miniseries versions of Jane Austen books and similar authors).
Honourable mention to the fact that Chobani is going on sale at Woolworths tomorrow (10 for $10). I'm getting major anxiety about this and need to hit up Woolworths first thing in the morning. I think this is revealing the fact that I am a stupid nervous wreck inside (often poorly hidden from the rest of the world) as I have fears that they will all be sold out by the time I get there or that the sale will mysteriously be cancelled when I go.
For lols, here is a list of my favourite flavours:
J
It has also give rise to, hilariously, one of my new favourite movies; From Prada to Nada. On the other hand, Pride & Prejudice has given rise to my all time favourite movie (which some detest but which made me love Keira Knightley, want to impregnate Rosamund Pike, want to make Carey Mulligan my best friend and want to buy a corset), the 2005 version.
So many conflicting motions. I have to go watch the 2008 miniseries version of Sense & Sensibility now (I get so excited when I find unwatched BBC miniseries versions of Jane Austen books and similar authors).
Honourable mention to the fact that Chobani is going on sale at Woolworths tomorrow (10 for $10). I'm getting major anxiety about this and need to hit up Woolworths first thing in the morning. I think this is revealing the fact that I am a stupid nervous wreck inside (often poorly hidden from the rest of the world) as I have fears that they will all be sold out by the time I get there or that the sale will mysteriously be cancelled when I go.
For lols, here is a list of my favourite flavours:
- Peach
- Pear
- Lemon
- Pineapple
- Blueberry
- Mango
- Strawberry
J
Beanballs
Yesterday, I made beanballs (like meatballs but made with beans). The ingredients as follows:
These ingredients (basically everything in my fridge and pantry) have produced some of the most phenomenal beanballs I have ever made (to be fair, this is the first time I've ever made beanballs but I've made a lot of vegetarian burgers before). They are so spicy and tasty.
- Butter beans
- Sriracha
- Egg
- Oats (to replace bread crumbs)
- Worcestershire sauce
- Curry powder
- Soy sauce
- Mirin
- Chinese black bean and garlic sauce
- Garlic
- Salt (way overkill with all the salty condiments I put in; I'm sah stupid)
- Pepper
These ingredients (basically everything in my fridge and pantry) have produced some of the most phenomenal beanballs I have ever made (to be fair, this is the first time I've ever made beanballs but I've made a lot of vegetarian burgers before). They are so spicy and tasty.
Today, I ate them wrapped in lettuce with roast pumpkin and carrots and cucumber, all dipped in watered down hoisin sauce. It was like eating heaven. I swear, once I move out of home and start cooking for myself, I am going to be the healthiest little bitch in existence.
J
It Was About Tom Hardy
"I'd tap that until one of us has to be hospitalized."
Oh, my word. I am dying at this comment (on ontd if you must know).
J
Oh, my word. I am dying at this comment (on ontd if you must know).
J
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