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    27 July 2010

    Noodles For Lunch

    I love noodles. There's no point denying it, there's just something about them that make you want to leap out of bed and break out the chopsticks (which I can use, by the way), and there are a huge variety of freeze-dried noodles that you can cook in minutes. However, I am one of those terribly pretentious people that follow Dave Lister's example. If I were stranded in a decrepit, lifeless environment, no matter what else there was (a tube of gum ointment, dog food etc.), I would eat the pot noodle last. Yet I love noodles so much, so I decided to remedy the situation. I was going to make my own, fresh sauces to mix in with noodles for a tasty lunch.

    I've tried this a few times and most of the time the sauces (which are never the same) have been perfectly edible (one time it was too salty and I couldn't finish it. Go easy on the stock if you do this at home). I have never actually written any of the recipes down, though, so I have decided to regale you with today's attempt. This post may become a little disjointed, as I will be cooking and writing at the same time, which is never an easy task.

    As I'm waiting for that to cool down a tad, I'll list the ingredients:

    Chicken stock
    Leftover lamb
    One carrot
    Soy sauce
    Brown sauce
    Chilli flakes
    Lea & Perrins

    The noodles were obvious just noodles, nothing fancy except I fried them in a little oil before adding the sauce.

    The result? Very nice, although not exactly traditional Asian cuisine, and it's not exactly designed for those trying to watch their weight. Accompany with a glass of Robinson's Fruit & Barley and enjoy whilst browsing the internet.

    Congratulations! Student food!

    16 July 2010

    Things I Have Noticed About Toast

    Toast is a marvellous thing, isn't it? Crispy and warming, it lights up your soul as it cuts the inside of your mouth to shreds. This got me wondering though. What is the perfect slice of toast? I admit that I prefer white toast to brown (call me racist) as I've always found most brown bread smells of onion after it has been toasted, so I'll stick to white for the purpose of this investigation.

    For me, the toast has to go well with a glass of orange juice, as I drink very little else in the morning, along with perhaps lager if I've had a particularly long night out. Luckily, toast is usually quite bland, so to make things more interesting, the perfect slice has to also take to marmite well, as we all know marmite is the zenith of all toast toppings. They're in ascending order to make it easier for all your stupid people out there.
    So, without further ado (and to quote one of the greatest programmes of all time):

    Three...

    Two...

    One...

    ACTIVATE!


    Mass-produced luxury supermarket brand
    A lovely slice of bread. Not a good slice of toast, though. Flimsy, uneven cooking, and it smells of onion even though it's not brown. Butter soaks in too far and drips through onto your lap, which is never good when you're wearing a fluffy maroon dressing gown.
    >2/10

    Mass-produced economy supermarket brand
    A standard, plain, thin, plate of disappointment. Holds heat terribly so by the time you're wrapping your chops around it, the butter will just sit and congeal on top. It must be said, though, that it does hold a very good crispy shell to a fluffy, e-numbered centre, so it's gained a few extra marks there.
    >4/10

    Mass-produced standard supermarket brand
    A solid, reliable slice of toast. You can expect one slice to be exactly the same as the next, which is always good if you know you like one type and one type alone. I, however, enjoy a little bit of variety and unpredictability, so I'm taking that into account. It retains heat a fair amount, but don't make a plate of it to share around. The bottom slices will be soggy and the top slices will have all gone by the time you can get to them.
    >4/10

    Supermarket bakery
    This is the toast I have most often, and it's a fair contender amongst everything else. The only major downside to it, and that's that it is cooked by 'hand' and en masse. This means that one loaf toasts drastically differently to another. It also has that problem that occurs with fresh-baked bread, being that it changes it's Toastability™ with every day that passes, and because each loaf is different, it's very hard to judge effectively. On the whole, though, they take to butter like a (living) duck to water, even if their hand-cut texture can leave scratches in your mouth.
    >7/10

    Independent bakery
    This is of course completely impossible to judge due to every bakery being different, but I'll try and summarise all of my experience with these. On the whole, the toast is very good, it holds butter well, has a nice, crispy crust, and the flavour is generally superior to supermarket bread. There is always one thing that I love most about it though. The smell. I don't know why, but the smell of real bakery bread being toasted is right up there next to your girlfriend's cheap perfume. Others will appreciate it, but because you've bought it with your money from a little bakery off the beaten track, it smells of where you bought it from, which is a wonderfully sentimental scent, and let's face it; you don't want to smell a supermarket first thing in the morning.
    >8.5/10

    Farmer's market sourdough
    Ok, it was always going to come down to this. Alex Olney with his love for farmers' markets comes out on top as usual. It's true though. Go to one and buy a loaf of sourdough. Take it home, wait a day, and then toast it. Sourdough toast is unlike any other toast, in the sense that it is unlike any other toast. I know I repeated myself. Shoot me. Anyway, on to the judging:
    A thick, crunchy piece of bread in the same league as pork scratchings for keeping teeth in place. Butter just melts, soaks and yet still sits on top, something you don't get with any old bread. It's also very useful in the sense that it is very difficult to overcook, due to its incredibly dense nature, so no problem if you end up making Gilly-toast most of the time (sorry mum). I can't really explain how good it is, you have to test it for yourself. Prepare to bring a chequebook though, as sourdough is the most expensive bread you'll find outside of Fortnum and Mason, and for good reason, for it takes seven days to make a loaf (as Mr. Guinness always says, good things come to those who wait). It really is the perfect slice though, so give it a go.
    >10/10

    14 July 2010

    Friends

    Today has ben a good day. It's good to know that I don't need alcohol to have an absolutely tip-top time as long as I have a Hannah with me! We used to make plans on how to spend the day, but now we just go with it and let the day unfold as and how it does, and it really makes for a fantastic time.

    Today got me thinking though. How many of the friends I hold nearest and dearest will I know in ten years time? I still know many of my friends from ten years ago, but then again I haven't had the chance to get away from them exactly (no offence, you lot). In tens years time I'll probably be married, but will those who I know now even remember me then? I hope so. I hope I know all my friends in the years to come, but I have to face the cold, hard truth and realise that that's probably not going to happen. We all lose touch with certain people, and I know a lot of people who I will lose contact with, and I'll miss them, but it certainly won't be the end of the world. Originally, I thought Facebook would keep me in touch with everyone, but the truth of it is, I talk to very few people who I actually have as friends on there. Why? Because I have in excess of three hundred of the buggers. Now don't get me wrong, I'm as sociable as the next man (probably more so), but I can't keep track of three hundred sods, and there's no point pretending I can. I know a lot of people, and I mean a lot, but I could probably count those people who I don't think I could bare to live without (who aren't directly related to me) on two hands with no problem at all. The truth is, you only really lend yourself to a select few because those are the people who you share a truly deep bond with, and as I've aged I've realised that those who I thought I shared this bond with have drifted slowly and slowly further from me, and I'm not going to lie. I miss them, but I'm not beside myself about it. Take a lesson from me: find out who it is you care about the most and make sure you hold on to them, and don't let them out of your sight. The drab and 'sameyness' that you get from those you've known the longest may seem like a bad thing compared to the exciting, fresh, unbridled air of mystery that comes from your new friends will never match up to the fact that you could sit in a room with one of your real friends for hours in complete silence and still want to see them again the next day.

    Those who are closest to me, you know who you are, and I wouldn't trade any of your for the world. You're the one who make me want to leap out of bed in the morning and live life to its fullest. I love you all (except those with testes, I just like you as friends), don't ever change.

    8 July 2010

    The Joys Of Cooking

    I love cooking. Always have, ever since I was able to "kneel on a stool to cut out gingerbread men" [source]. So it's no surprise that today I decided to try a new recipe. I started making it at about half five. The recipe guaranteed me that it would take half an hour to make. It's taken over an hour for the potatoes alone. Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure it varies greatly depending on the potato you use, but fifty minutes longer than the original estimated time for those tubers is a little bit off to say the least.

    Anyway, on a slightly happier note, the lovely Hannah is back from holiday! I can't wait to give her the little souvenir I bought her. I may have downplayed how much I spent on the item, but it's not the cost I find important, it was just there, staring at me, and I knew she'd love it. How could I say no when the chap at the counter also knocked a good few quid off it as well? I know a bargain when I see one!

    Well, the beef recipe was a success (after much waiting), so I don't suppose I can really complain, eh? I also polished off the last of my gorgeous Guinness (free) cakes, which are decidedly more-ish though I say so myself!

    I've also just realised that this blog post has taken me an hour to write, coming back to it every now and then to add little things... Still, I suppose it works so no harm done! Tomorrow should be good. 24 hours to myself. Time to start writing I think!

    Until next time...

    6 July 2010

    The Marvels Of The Internet

    The internet. It's revolutionised the way we work, the way we recreate, even the way we meet people. So why is it that no matter how fast my internet connection is, I can never stream anything properly on 4oD? Every major channel now has to compete with BBC's iPlayer in order to keep up with the market, yet they fail to produce a service even close to it. Don't get me wrong, 4oD is a very useful tool for keeping up with The IT Crowd, but I have to load it up, wait for the introductory adverts to finish, and then pause it for about ten minute in order to be able to watch it without it breaking up on me every thirty seconds. I used to blame my internet connection, but it's the middle of the day and I'm the only one in the house using a 4MB download speed. It's clearly not my internet connection. Many people will just argue that 'the servers are busy', but the sort of people that watch 4oD regularly (not meaning to generalise) are the sort of people who stay up until three in the morning and don't wake up until noon. It's eleven o' clock in the morning, I'm probably one of only a handful of people streaming from their website at the moment.

    But the worst thing of all? The adverts. I don't mind adverts on telly, they've been around so long they're practically a given. But adverts when you're streaming on the internet is completely redundant, I can't remember the last time I watched an advert on an online video and thought "Hmm, I could really do with buying an American football game for my Xbox, as I'm not only interested in the sport, but also wish I could cheat myself into thinking I'm a professional by sitting on my arse eating fried chicken and pushing my greasy fingers against a controller for nine hours". 4oD not only has adverts, but its service is so poor it actually lags on the adverts (which are impossible to pause), making a twenty second ad last forty seconds.

    I've never seen a service equal to iPlayer, and I doubt I ever will if I'm honest, but if episode two of the fourth series of The IT Crowd isn't properly viewable by the time I've posted this entry, I can't be held responsible for my actions. More to the point, if the reason the service is so bad is somehow related to Big Brother, I might just have to poison myself.

    5 July 2010

    Time For Pancakes!

    So I'm back from my jaunt to Wales! No, don't get up.

    I enjoyed it, I really did. I must say I'm glad to be home though, as with any family holiday, I rarely got any time to myself, and what little time I did, there was still the hum of my dad watching Avatar and Bloc Party emanating from my room, who I was sharing with my brother and his friend (which was peculiar to say the least). This being the case, I got very little writing done, which is a bugger. I did finish the synopsis though (well, the most part of it), so I can start writing as soon as I have the time. I did pick up some very good books on my travels though, which will hopefully increase my literary ability no end. I bought five in total, three of which were a collection entitled 'The Oxford Library of Words and Phrases', one was 'Fowler's Modern English Usage', and lastly Stephen King's 'Cujo'.

    On an unrelated note, I watched Sunshine (which this blog is named after) for the second time that holiday, and I couldn't believe how much I'd missed before. Pinbacker is slowly starting to make more sense as a completely insane, rather sunburned old chap who has spent seven years talking to God, and intends to sabotage the sun's restoration so that human's die when he believes God has chosen them to. I also realised why the shots were so distorted and unreal when they were plummeting into the sun, as Cappa said earlier on in the film, the bomb will reach such a velocity at one point that space and time will become distorted, making it impossible to determine if the mission will be a success or not. I could go on about that film for hours, so I should probably cease now...

    What to do today? I've got to occupy myself somehow! I'm home alone all day, which is absolute bliss so far. At the time of writing this, I am in fact making pancakes with the leftover yorkshire pudding batter from the roast last night (with a little milk, mind, I don't want them to be too thick!). Three pancakes for breakfast, mmmm. It should be four, but there was an... Incident... Irregardless (that's for you, Ms Bissell), those pancakes were absolutely top-bombing! I've just finished them, clearly. I'm also planning to start making cakes again, in order to venture out and discover new and delicious recipes. Today I'm just going to be making something wonderful and simple. chocolate muffins with a 'head' of plain cake mix, with white chocolate around the plain. My hope? To create a cake that looks like a little pint of Guinness. I know, I'm too cool. I'll let everyone who's following (me) know how they went later on today. That reminds me, I need some white chocolate...