Friday, 30 April 2010
Wanted to make some chrocheted animals and for quite some time ago I had come across this great dragon. Unfortunately I can't remember where I came across it though, but will link to it if I find it again.
EDIT: Big thanks to Donna who left me a really helpfull suggestion as to where I could have found the pattern in the comment section. Turned out the pattern is Lucy Ravenscars My Fierce But Friendly Really Dragon. The pattern which Donna links to is Lucys updated and improved pattern of the same dragon, Fierce Little Dragon.
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
The very first time I had avacado shake was in a bowlinghall run by a vietnamese. This was more or less the first time I had avacado, so I still didn’t have the notion that most westerners have that avacado is to be used in savory dishes. Later I have come to realise how odd most westerners think this shake is, but it is still one of my favourite one. I am sure that my recipe is nothing like the original as I have made mine by guessing and tasting later on.
Normally I would blend one ripe avacado with some sweet condenced milk in a blender (mushin it up with a fork and stirring the milk in also works if no blender is available). Just like this it is very thick and almost pudding-like. I have plans of making this into some kind of dessert, but haven’t gotten around to it yet. Anyway, then I add some milk until it’s pourable, and pour it into a tall glass full of ice. Drink with a straw. Yummy!!!
If no condenced milk is available, the avacado can be blended (or mushed) with normal milk and sugar to taste.
As LCHF has banned milk I blend my avacado with cream and water and add a bit of artificial sweetener to it. Into a tall glass with ice. This is so good, and I am quite happy about being able to drink this to my heart’s content. Wanderbaby, which is 20 months now, has also a taste for this drink, and will come running with an open mouth like a hungry babybird as soon as he sees the green shake.
Sunday, 18 April 2010
Monday, 12 April 2010
I have struggled a bit (read: LOTS) with my weight after my son was born, and have been constantly trying to lose it without really committing to any weightloss diet. But this will end now! The kilos will be banished in this household, and I will emerge new and shiny and thin! Well, that’s the plan at least.
I have read a bit about LCHF and am quite intruiged by it. The idea that one can eat cream and cheese and avacado and sour cream, and still lose weight seem like a dream come true. Now, it does seem to be a bit far between the ones that have lost heaps on this diet though, in most forums and blogs the other health benefits are more emphasised. Which, to be honest, I couldn’t care less about! I mean, I like to think I care about my health, but as for now, I care more about shedding some weight.
Anyway, so I have decided to give it a go. The first thing I noticed was that it is quite a pricey diet. Meat, veggies, cream, cheese, and such are much more expensive than rice, potatoes, and bread. We have always been a bit frugal with money in this household (which would mean that I am frugal, and hubby doesn’t have much say in the matter), so the increase in food expenses really irks me. But it will be all worth it when the new and shiny and thin me emerges from all the fat and cheese and cream.
Saturday, 10 April 2010
I was playing around with my new-ish camera (the oh-so-lovely Canon SX1) at a friends house. I have this fascination with taking pictures in macro mode, and was quite pleased with the results. Should mention though that I haven’t been able to take anything like it later. Just can’t seem to get that stuff into focus. On another note, my Oh-so-lovely camera decided that it will only work if it is held perfectly level, which does not happen, so have now been handed in to the repair shop to get a stern talking to.
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Friday, 2 April 2010
This is a sentence which to this very day rubs me slightly the wrong way. Not that people say that to me now. Thankfully. I am obviously old enough these days to have whatever needs to be explained explained to me (and pretty good at understanding subtexts on my own, thus removing a fair bit of needing to explain). But, thinking back on all the times I were told this by one of my parents, I feel somehow… cheated! I can remember that even at that time, I knew they wouldn’t, they wouldn’t explain it to me when I got older. Because at which time it would have been forgotten. I should have written it down, every one of the jokes I didn’t get, all the punchlines which no one wanted to explain to me then, I should have written them all down. And when I did get older I should have taken them out and had them explain them to me. Because they said they would.
For a couple of weeks, months even, I would store the punchline or jokes inside me, and every now and then ask for it to be explained. But I never got old enough fast enough. Sooner or later I would forget, and the next time I thought about my parents owing me some explaining, I could never really remember what they were supposed to explain.
I am aware that if I did remember now, or if I had written it down, it would not have been anything very interesting. But still I do feel cheated somehow. When I think of it I get this annoyed itch inside of me. I get this urge to call my dad up, to call my mum up, to make them do all the explaining they once promised to me that they would.
Thursday, 1 April 2010
I am slowly building up a stockpile of decorations and other stuff to put around the house for holidays and suchlike. When you start from scratch and have a limited budget… well, these things take time. But, this year addition towards the easterbasket was crocheted easter chicks. I just thought Eggy – The Cute Chick was sooo adorable.
And if that wasn’t enough, we even got some really cute eggs to hang in the window.
Well, they aren’t really meant to be hanging in the window, methinks, as they have a big and quite unflattering hole in the bottom. But high up in the window was the best way to ensure they would survive small and curious fingers so they would see another easter.