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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!

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!)

I made my very first pie yesterday. Sure, it turned out a bit wonky, and I had 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

Do you ever sit at work and then suddenly go "man, I'd kill for potato chips?".

I do (and would)

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*

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!

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.

So yesterday I realized just how great it is to be all alone in your apartment. I've sorta missed having 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 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?)

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” )