- I'm currently house sitting for my old boss. Having his two cars to look after - with all petrol paid for - is a dream.
- As part of the house sitting I have in my charge two kitties. They are a constant source of entertainment. Perhaps I should own a cat?
- I stuffed up my first vegetarian meal. I made vegetarian lasagna; however, when I looked for a baking tray I found that my boss's tray was too large. What this meant was that I only had too layers of pasta and vegetable, and I ran out of cheesy sauce to place upon the top level of pasta. The meal came out of the oven with a crispy top level rendering it inedible.
- Regardless of my botched cooking attempt I have been eating well. I've just been buying nice vegetarian dinners.
- Some observations about vegetarianism:
- I've lost quite a bit of weight. I was never large, but I've dropped all the chub. I'd guess I've dropped about 5 kilograms. I'm even seeing some abdominal muscles poking through, something I've not seen since my days of competitive swimming.
- I'm feeling extremely healthy. Not being able to eat meat means that you have to eat far more in the way of fruit and vegetables. The whites of my eyes are much whiter; my skin feels much cleaner. These effects are probably heightened by my period of abstinence from alcohol, cigarettes and other indulgences. - I've joined a rather esteemed club; a club occupied by such illustrious company as: Pappa Smurf; all the members of ZZ top; Greek gods Zeus and Poseidon; the philosophers Aristotle and Plato; authors Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Charles Dickens and Ernest Hemmingway; bushranger Ned Kelly and revolutionary Che Guevara; Abraham Lincoln, Ulysses. S Grant and Margaret Thatcher; Obi Wan Kenobi; Merlin; Captain Ahab from Moby Dick; and, finally, old Father Time. I've grown a beard.
- True fact: Don Quixote was depicted as having a beard.
- I've been trying to figure out lately whether my first romantic crush was on Belinda Carlisle, Tiffany, or my grade prep girlfriend Elise Harris.
- Once upon a dark afternoon when being dumped by my soon to be ex-girlfriend, one of the (many) reasons sited was that I was taking the then looming invasion of Iraq too seriously. Ouch!
- The formatting in Blogger sucks the big one.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Some lazy point-form notes
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Ah the awe and wonder that is the inner workings of the mind of Mr. Quixote.
Vegetarian Lasagne is quite the meal, I'm impressed you tried to make it. You should re-try to make it, but stuff it with tons of veggies (chopped carrots, sauteed garlic and spinach, chunks of tomatoes).
I don't know if you read Chelsea Girl, but she had something to say about Cat Men.
It is a meal that takes quite a long time. Damned if it doesn't take 1 hour 45 minutes. It is quite dispiriting to spend that much time cooking only to have it end in failure.
And, it looks like buying a cat is now out of the question. The last thing I need is a cat bringing my romantic potential down.
Cats are gorgeous. Except those ugly ones with large heads and no fur and a meow that could be mistaken for a crow's 'caw caw' noise. One cat is ok - having twelve is when the ladies might think you're a bit odd.
You should've pried the solid top off the vegetarian lasagne. I bet it would've been soft underneath. You mustn't let one hour and 45 minutes of cooking time go to waste.
Guess you've learned to be flippant about seriously dodgy military action since then.
I like people with cats. It's always so nice to see that they've accepted that they are not the most important being in the world. Cats teach humility and how to deal with mice and bird guts...
Gbe - I can only assume that you encountered alien cats while you were traveling. A large head, no fur, and a crow's caw noise? Are you talking about Bert Newton?
Nailpolishblues - I wish I could say that I've become more flippant. Unfortunately any girl taking the dubious step of entering the quixotic fold will have to accept my occasional antiwar rant.
Mice and bird guts? I'm becoming less sold on cats with each passing moment.
Wow... you remained close enough friends that your ex boss would let you house sit?! awesome!!!!
Yes, for some strange reason my boss seems to trust me. I wouldn't trust me, but he obviously likes to take a gamble!
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