( May. 12th, 2009 11:02 am)
Do you know that feeling of shame mixed with pleasure you get when you satisfy an urge you know is wrong? I'm not talking about your secret pleasure for biting your nails, I mean that hardcore bad stuff like bestiality, scat or Chitty Chitty Bang Bang the musical? I imagine that people who have these urges but refuse to satisfy them for reasons unknown, might get dreams where they take part in their favorite vice and then get deeply shamed afterwards.

Speaking of, last night I had a dream that I was just going to throw away the leftovers of a giant chocolate cake (basically looking like the cake in Mathilda). I figured I'd just take a small bite of it, and then I couldn't stop and ate the whole thing. I felt immensely, almost sexually, satisfied before realizing that what I did had been wrong and I woke up with a feeling of deep shame and guilt. It took me about 5 minutes to figure out why I was feeling so bad.
( Apr. 29th, 2009 04:10 pm)
I'm so hungry today. Not sure why, but I keep eating reasonable portions of food and still being hungry. And, since I have such a lovely schedule, I'm never in a position to get more food after I figure out I'm still hungry (about 30minutes after I eat). Blargh!
( Mar. 17th, 2009 08:26 pm)
Today was a really nice day for me. Got up early, went to see my manuel therapist, worked out and got home to have an early lunch before heading off to the archives. In my fridge I found a sausage I'd been saving for a day when I really wanted sausage, so I fried it up with onions and ate it watching Heroes. What I forgot to check was how long I'd been saving it...

When I got to the archives, I started feeling ill and soon I had to borrow a plastic bag from [livejournal.com profile] aj_stalin just to be on the safe side in case of vomit. Luckily that didn't happen, but now I'm on the couch with a bucket next to me hoping the feeling will pass soon.

The sausage wasn't even that good...
I have just eaten the most awesome thing ever:

That's right! I fried bacon, I put it in the oven with cheese and I rolled it up and ate it. Oh my dear God it was the single most awesome meal I've ever had. Now I'm full, and very happy.

(I might have differed from the recipe some. I used 150g bacon, 50g mozarella cheese and 30g of feta...but it was still pure awesome!)
Ever since I started my new and better life (which includes very little candy and snacks, no smoking and vigorous workouts), I’ve started substituting all my cravings for coffee. I want chocolate: I drink coffee. I might crave a juicy cheese burger: I have a double espresso. I feel like eating chips with dip: I take a cortado with soymilk.

This has worked out pretty nicely for me so far, but today I realized, right after I bullied a patient into buying me a double cortado with soymilk, that I might have become an addict. You see, I’ve been craving sugar all day, getting steadily grumpier and more stressed out, but two sips of coffee and I’m mellow as a tired kitten. I have a warm and lovely feeling in my tummy, I look forward to Christmas and I’ve started planning an awesome dinner for tonight.

So, should I be worried? Or should I just accept that I am an addict and make sure I get at least one cup per day?
( Nov. 2nd, 2008 04:12 pm)
I made my very first pie yesterday. Sure, it turned out a bit wonky, and I had [livejournal.com profile] aj_stalin as a supporting shadow looking over my shoulder throughout the entire process, but the fact still remains: I made a pie and it tasted good!

Very proud of myself. Soon I will have the cooking abilities of a mediocre housewife instead of having the culinary skills of an average water buffalo
( Sep. 19th, 2008 12:45 pm)
Patients often (or, sometimes at least) give us presents. Mostly for Armando, and mostly chocolate meaning that I can't have any of it. Which sucks. But today, a patient gave us a huge box of crackers. And they're awesome. They're called Sky Crackers and they taste all buttery and salty. And do you know the best part? They work sorta like lembas bread. I took two tiny crackers just to taste them (since I was dying of hunger and had no time for lunch) and I haven't been hungry since. They're like the best friend of the wannabe anorectic or the really stressed out person with no food handy.
( Sep. 16th, 2008 01:41 pm)
Do you ever sit at work and then suddenly go "man, I'd kill for potato chips?".

I do (and would)
( Sep. 4th, 2008 03:16 pm)
I've been flirting with the idea of giving up coffee. Clever minds have told me it's addictive and unhealthy, and I've found myself agreeing. Of course, I do a lot of other stuff that's much more unhealthy, like drinking every weekend and eating cake, but quitting coffee is much less hassle than the immense lifestyle changes the other two would entail, so I figured I'd start there.

Until, this morning, as I headed off for work and passed the open bakery right by my flat. The moment I smelled the coffee I was enticed and I found myself entering the bakery (which was a good idea since I hadn't had time to eat breakfast and there was no food at work). I bought a morning cup of coffee even though I wasn't supposed to be drinking coffee in the mornings anymore and from the moment I held it in my hand I knew. This is something I don't want to give up. The smell of it. The feel of the warm paper cup in my hand as I rush to work. That first sip of the perfectly brewed coffee. It's heaven. I think I might give up chocolate before I give up coffee. Hell, I'd probably give up alcohol for coffee.

I'm getting a cold. Or, to be more precise, I've been getting a cold for more than a week now. I'm fighting it in the old-fashioned way of the Svanevikian clan; by ignoring it and going to work of course. And it's been working out pretty good. I'm dead tired, my throat is sore and I have headaches and dizzy spells all the time, but I'm not completely dead yet. But I'm not completely recovered either, and now, there's only a few days left before the larp I've been looking forward to for ages and I really don't wanna be sick while I'm there.

So what should I do?

I'm a strong believer in the helpfulness of working in stressful working environments so I'm going to continue doing that, but I need more good tips. Right now, the only thing my body seems to be telling me is that I would get massively better if I eat an enormous amount of chocolate and wasabi peas. I kid you not, I have an intense craving for dark chocolate and wasabi coated green peas. Preferably together. And I cannot shake it. Should I listen to my body? Is it telling me the truth, or is this some sort of sick joke where I eat everything it tells me to and I still get sick? It seems like something my body would do... Do you guys have other good tips on how to shake a cold that does not include resting ('cause I really don't have time for that guys)?

*fingers crossed*
I will say no more except point you to the very accurate description of this horrid, horrid chocolate in [livejournal.com profile] 3ff3ct3r´s lj.

Review of Daim Forest Fruits

I am actually speechless with the badness of it.

( May. 13th, 2008 07:16 pm)
Exams are approaching and as always, I end up not eating anything that takes more time/effort to make than a few minutes. It usually results in me either not eating, or eating obscenely unhealthy food. But, this year, just to top it all off, I seem to have developed an intolerance for cheese. And since all my secret recipes, not to mention almost all cheap/easy food to buy ready-made includes cheese, this limits my options severely.

So today, I convinced myself to make actual food. You know, with meaty goodness and healthy vegetables and all that. It was based on a sudden urge for moussaka, but since I haven't eaten that for ages and frankly could not be bothered to find a recipe (also, I think it includes cheese), I made my own version of it. I call it moussakish.

Basically I made a version of my pasta sauce with lentils and put loads of pieces of eggplant on top of it instead of a layer of cheese and left the thing in the oven for 20 minutes. And it tasted delicious. *dances the sweet dance of victory*

The best part: it is really healthy and I made enough for four people. So more food for me tomorrow!
( Apr. 24th, 2008 12:25 pm)
This may not shock you guys, and it didn't really shock me either. What did shock me however was how unbelievably, intensely, mindnumbingly, I suddenly wanted to go eat at TGI Friday's after seeing their commercials for ribs. My God do I want to eat that. Fatty good food.

Someone come with me? They're not dreadfully expensive...okay, so I don't really have money, but I still wanna go eat ribs. I've saved up some money for this summer, why not spend it on food.

Who's with me?
( Mar. 17th, 2008 04:23 pm)
I'm getting a cold, and I'm still not done with my report. It's beginning to look grim this work. So, I decided to take a break and blog. I mean, it usually makes me feel better. Today's topic is:

Secret recipes

Everybody’s got them. The meals you only make by yourself, for yourself. Those little dishes that you find so nummy but you know, often through painful and/or embarrassing experience, other people do not appreciate. I like to call them secret recipes, because people who normally love to share recipes and make food together never speak of these dishes. So why do I bring them up?

Well, I thought it was time to break the rules, as they say. I will share my secret recipes with you, and you can share yours with me. This started out because [Bad username or site: ”sortkatt” @ livejournal.com] shared a secret recipe of one of his old flatmates with me, I think mostly to talk about how gross it was, and I had to try it. It has now become one of my secret recipes, since it was nummy and delightfully simple to make.

I have four special dishes:

1. Martine’s pizza:

Make pizza dough (water, flour, salt, 1 ts oil, oregano and salt)
Put ketchup on it.
Cut cheap, store bought sausages into squares and scatter them on the pizza.
Put cheese on it and fry it in the oven for 10-15 minutes.

2. Martine’s tomato-and-sausage-pot:

Put day-old (or newly made if you feel like it) cheap, store bought tomato soup in a bowl
Cut cheap, store bought sausages into squares and throw them in.
Put cheese on top and fry it in the oven for 10-15 minutes.

(Yes, there’s a pattern to my secret recipes)

3. Smikset (whipped) egg:

Whip an egg
Season with paprika, salt, pepper and oregano
Fry in a frying pan with ketchup and cheese.

4. Broccoli&tuna mash:

Boil broccoli and cauliflower
Add a box of tuna, salt and pepper
Mash it.

Now, what are your secret recipes? Odds are, if they’re easily made, I’ll love them.
( Nov. 23rd, 2007 01:38 am)
I'm seriously considering giving up this show even though I love it, just because every single episode makes me wanna eat pie. And we all know what happens if I try to make pie without at least [livejournal.com profile] 45hasle present: I make a mess of the kitchen which I will not clean up due to exhaustion from making said pie, and the mess will get gradually worse for days until I finally (due to the need for something to do besides exams, and maybe the smell issue) muster the courage to brave back in there and clean up the by then horrid dishes. And the mess would be worth it if it wasn't for the second part: The pie won't be as good as I expected. Terribly disappointed, but still hungry, I will eat obscene amounts of said pie and then get the weird idea that maybe, just maybe, I don't really like pie that much (instead of the horrid truth that I might just not be good at making them), and I will wait at least a year before attempting it again. Except Pushing Daisies (*hearts the show*) will make me want to attempt to make pie again a lot sooner, probably by the next episode. So yeah, if it wasn't so lovely, I'd totally give it up. But now I want to watch the next episode almost as badly as I want cherry pie. And I even have ready made crust. *resists urge to go into the kitchen and bake a midnight pie*
So yesterday I realized just how great it is to be all alone in your apartment. I've sorta missed having [livejournal.com profile] 45hasle around, seeing as he is one of the worlds more perfect people to watch stuff with and seeing as I have an enormous need to share every little detail of what's happening in my life with someone (as you all probably know reading my blog and all). But yesterday, when I was really tired and just came home from work (and drinking a glass of wine with [livejournal.com profile] grimgram) the silence of this apartment was awesome.

First, I did the dishes (yes, I know it's normally not a feat to be proud of, but there were a lot of dishes). Then I made food from an actual recipe! You know, from a book and all. It included lots of work and the end product looked like spew (I kid you not), but it tasted wonderfully! So now I know how to make Parpadelle alla Norma! New discoveries in the world of recipes will follow. It was nummy so I totally have to make it for some of you someday! Then I ate this lovely meal on the couch, with a glass of the South african red wine Hagelsberg Merlot (which was nummy, but nummier by itself than with the food) and the Princess Diaries 1 and 2. Yeah that's right, I watched crap movies all night with wine and good food all by myself. It was like heaven!

This icon is called black books (from the show black books, I'm original in my naming, aren't I?)
( Feb. 26th, 2007 09:33 am)
So, I’m finally back at work and it’s awsome. Right now I’m enjoying my breakfast (okay, so this morning wasn’t that awesome and included bringing instant soup with me instead of eating breakfast, but still) of spinach miso soup in my well-earned break after the morning rush. I love Japanese instant soups. Not so much because of the taste as because of the ingridients. This one contains: powdered miso, dehydrated tofu, dehydrated spinach, dehydrated seaweed, modified food starch (whatever that means), flavour enhancer, powdered bonito (that’s fish everyone, I¨’m eating powdered fish), powdered kelp, yeast extract, acidity regulator sodium carbonate. It sounds positively poisonous, I’m loving it! Actually, it doesn’t taste so good, so it’s a typical “there’s nothing else in the cupboard” or “I’m on a diet and these only contain 15 calories per portion” meal. This time, it’s a little bit of both. I could choose between this and an orange this morning, and, since I think I might have gained weight sitting on my ass eating pizza while I was sick, I went for the low calorie soup. Nummy!

Last night’s rpg session )

I’m regretting my choice of breakfast now. Maybe it’s the knowledge that I’m eating powdered fish, but I’ve sorta lost my taste for the soup, at least right now. At least I can pretend to be full while I wait for the fruit to come. And I mean, everybody knows that coffee is almost as good as food anyways right?
( Feb. 6th, 2007 03:53 pm)
All my entries have been tagged, all the way back to the beginning. Yeah, I'm so good!

In different news. Lately I’ve been very bloated (I know, you don’t need to know that, but I need to share) so today I started drinking a 10 day cure mixture thingie. Basically, it’s supposed to purify my body. All it takes is that I drink a litre of the stuff every day for 10 days, and that I don’t drink alcohol (I know, hell is freezing over), smoke tobacco or drink coffee or tea. In addition I’m supposed to decrease and hopefully refrain from eating red meat, sugar and fatty food. Yeah, I know, hell on earth (must be why it’s freezing over), but it’s only for ten days, right, so I should be able to. Of course, this is the one day a year when we’re having cake at the office, and another one of those dreaded meetings where I can hardly stay awake with coffee, much less without. But I will prevail!

Actually, I did not prevail. First, I drank coffee and ate cake (bad me), then it turned out that coffee is not a drug powerful enough to keep me awake. Neither is doodling on my notes apparently. Which is why I have the best little sketches ever! There's this thing that looks like a flower with grass shaped vaguely like people around it, and it's marked with "God" and the grass is "Adam and Eve". I couldn't for my life decipher what I meant by it though, I'm weird. And that's just the beginning, there's this thing that looks like a mix between an alien and a cartoon bomb getting thrown towards a whirlwind whilst it's screaming "Help me! Help me!" and I don't even remember drawing most of it. I love myself when I'm falling asleep.

Also, my sickness still refuses to leave me. Now my troath has started sounding like the bad guy in the Grudge, you know, that nnnkkkkhhhnnkkkhhh-sound she makes instead of talking? That's the sound of my breathing. And in between I cough till I barf up whatever I'm eating. Good times. I'm giving it two more days. If I'm still sick after that, I'll have to go back to see a doctor. But so far I'm content to ignore my body till it stops complaining. It'll probably work, unless this is pnemonia *knock on wood*.

”testorama” )
I´m glad this job is only for 3 weeks. there is just too much good food here. Since the first snow has fallen in Oslo, we figured this was close to christmas and bought gingerbread, also there is only good bread and stuff I like to eat, and I have full run of the kitchens. I swear, I gain weight just by entering that place! Cookies, and foodstuffs and good things to drink.

Today, unlike yesterday, there is nothing to do. Or, that is, I have stuff to do, but I´ve already done them. I´m gonna go see if I need to make more coffee, that would be the high point of the day. Yeah, interesting day indeed. Wish I could get paid for playing my guitar instead, then I could practice for money, instead of surfing the net for it.




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