I am now the proud owner of yeast...meaning we had an amazing pizza on Monday night to celebrate! The recipe is from SmittenKitchen, my favourite recipe site for probably the last 12 months (Thanks Camille!).
90% of the recipes look divine, and all the ones I have tried have turned out properly. I never would have thought of asparagus as a pizza topping, but it is just the best. It gets a bit crispy and the bitterness is just right. Instead of Parmesan, I substituted Feta, plus a few squeezes of lemon to go over the top, and lots of grated black pepper of course!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
sunday evening poetry
The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
upon
a red wheel
barrow
barrow
glazed with rain
water
water
beside the white
chickens.
chickens.
The Guardian pontificates about this poem. But isn't it pretty just by itself - what a beautiful image to hold in your mind to fill the spaces.
Broken
My trusty laptop has finally kicked the dust after 4 years! this means the blog will be updated perhaps more intermittently until Apple finally gets around to releasing their new MacBooks...better hope it's soon though. Life without a computer is strange, and would be even stranger if I wasn't able to borrow Rhys'.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Christmas reads
Christmas is always a great time for reading a lot!
1. Neither Here Nor There
on the plane to Boston, I read my favorite Bill Bryson book so far, "Neither Here Nor There". It is about Bryson travelling through Europe and has given me some good ideas for future trips. not to mention that I spent the entire plane ride trying not to laugh out loud (And failing). I enjoyed it a lot more than his "Notes from a Small Island", maybe because I am not living in the places he describes.
1. Neither Here Nor There
on the plane to Boston, I read my favorite Bill Bryson book so far, "Neither Here Nor There". It is about Bryson travelling through Europe and has given me some good ideas for future trips. not to mention that I spent the entire plane ride trying not to laugh out loud (And failing). I enjoyed it a lot more than his "Notes from a Small Island", maybe because I am not living in the places he describes.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Return of the Jedi/King (Part III)
(by Rhys)
On the 28th we bid farewell to the bustling metropolis of Lynn. Our taxi (which eventually navigated its way though the snow to us) appeared to have been rescued from a junk yard and was driven by our last taxi drivers overly aggressive cousin. Emma had the only working seat belt unless you count the front passenger one which was being used to hold the chair still. Anyway he conveyed us thought the snowy streets to the train station, all the while trying to talk us into a taxi ride to New York, and we took the train into Boston. The bus station was mental! it turns out everyone who had been unable to fly into New York due to the weather was battling to get on a bus. Emma's brother was taking a train from New York (their street still hadn't been ploughed) to meet us in Springfield so we got a ticket for later that day and went out to enjoy one last look around Boston.
On the 28th we bid farewell to the bustling metropolis of Lynn. Our taxi (which eventually navigated its way though the snow to us) appeared to have been rescued from a junk yard and was driven by our last taxi drivers overly aggressive cousin. Emma had the only working seat belt unless you count the front passenger one which was being used to hold the chair still. Anyway he conveyed us thought the snowy streets to the train station, all the while trying to talk us into a taxi ride to New York, and we took the train into Boston. The bus station was mental! it turns out everyone who had been unable to fly into New York due to the weather was battling to get on a bus. Emma's brother was taking a train from New York (their street still hadn't been ploughed) to meet us in Springfield so we got a ticket for later that day and went out to enjoy one last look around Boston.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
2 Feet Under
(by Rhys)
We had a wonderful Christmas in America, most of it a bit over an hour away in Westford. Emma's Aunt and Uncle, cousins and great aunts made us feel very welcome and treated us to the biggest meal ever, even more than we used to eat in my Christchurch flat which is saying something. We had half a pig worth of cold cuts followed by what must have been a whole roast cow with plenty of trimmings. These two courses were enough that we had to go for a walk out in the cold to avoid slipping into an obesity induced coma. But the best was yet to come... dessert! We had apple pie, blueberry pie, pumpkin pie, lemon and meringue pie, mint choc pie, pecan slice and red velvet cupcakes. The most anyone managed was 3 different pies, a feat that I matched but at great personal expense. All in all it was a very nice day and kept us both pretty well distracted from the fact we weren't with our parents and siblings. Most of the time.
We had a wonderful Christmas in America, most of it a bit over an hour away in Westford. Emma's Aunt and Uncle, cousins and great aunts made us feel very welcome and treated us to the biggest meal ever, even more than we used to eat in my Christchurch flat which is saying something. We had half a pig worth of cold cuts followed by what must have been a whole roast cow with plenty of trimmings. These two courses were enough that we had to go for a walk out in the cold to avoid slipping into an obesity induced coma. But the best was yet to come... dessert! We had apple pie, blueberry pie, pumpkin pie, lemon and meringue pie, mint choc pie, pecan slice and red velvet cupcakes. The most anyone managed was 3 different pies, a feat that I matched but at great personal expense. All in all it was a very nice day and kept us both pretty well distracted from the fact we weren't with our parents and siblings. Most of the time.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Americans Love Flags
(by Rhys)
And so it was that painfully early on the morning of the 23rd we hauled our bag through the quiet and icy streets and caught the trains to Heathrow. We timed our flight perfectly as it was on the first day Heathrow was running at full capacity after the cataclysmic 5" of snow. Because of all the problems, we had to show our flight itinerary just to get into the airport. Once in, we joined the slowest moving cue in the world to get us and our bags checked in (about an hour in line). Due to how american airlines were allocating seats (we had no choice) Emma and I weren't sitting together but we were just thankful to be out of that line. We were quickly through security and spent one and a half hours wandering the terminal before getting onto one of the most out of date planes I've seen in some time. During our 7 hour flight we enjoyed some quite average airline food and some fairly average television (with adds) on the cabin (not personal) screens and before we knew it (ages later) we were landing in Boston.
And so it was that painfully early on the morning of the 23rd we hauled our bag through the quiet and icy streets and caught the trains to Heathrow. We timed our flight perfectly as it was on the first day Heathrow was running at full capacity after the cataclysmic 5" of snow. Because of all the problems, we had to show our flight itinerary just to get into the airport. Once in, we joined the slowest moving cue in the world to get us and our bags checked in (about an hour in line). Due to how american airlines were allocating seats (we had no choice) Emma and I weren't sitting together but we were just thankful to be out of that line. We were quickly through security and spent one and a half hours wandering the terminal before getting onto one of the most out of date planes I've seen in some time. During our 7 hour flight we enjoyed some quite average airline food and some fairly average television (with adds) on the cabin (not personal) screens and before we knew it (ages later) we were landing in Boston.
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