ragingyoghurt » adventures in good eating etc.

i’m doing too much. i’m not doing enough. either way it seems to have resulted in this field of blog lying fallow.

aside from the nonstop happy rollercoaster of my sister being in town, i’m also working to a handful of print deadlines. this basically means that any given day involves moving between a pastry and a computer, maybe even three or four times a day. sometimes a great distance across inner-city suburbs is walked to get to a pastry, other times i only have to stumble downstairs to the kitchen. on these occasions, i hope the foetus is absorbing any extraneous kilojoules.

this morning, what awaits in brown paper bags strewn across the kitchen counter are: a blueberry brioche, a custard brioche, the biggest custard-filled, caramel-topped profiterole in the world (which the boy bought because of its resemblance to the enormous, pulsating, million calorie, poison-creme-filled dessert offered to homer in food critic mode), and a loaf of sourdough spelt fruit bread…

do your teeth hurt? a pot of strong black bush tea will help.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 13 August 2004 at 8:04 am

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electric bread machines? feh.

i have a boy who makes bread.

and then leaves three dough-streaked mixing bowls and a plethora of mixing utensils and a couple of baking trays in the sink. and a dusting of flour on the kitchen counter.

but still. bread.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 29 July 2004 at 8:43 am

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you know what’s weird? when you don’t really go to a place — say parramatta — very often, and then a month or two after your last trip there you catch the train to a job-related meeting at said place, and you get there and bloody hell, the train station has moved! sure, it’s only moved about 30m along the track, but when you descend the wide new escalators and exit the shiny new turnstiles and stand out on the street, facing unfamiliar buildings and streetscape, unfamiliar only by being 30m down from where you normally step out onto the footpath… you will be utterly confused.

ok, well *i* was confused.

but happily, i oriented myself in the end, made it to the meeting, had a salad, avocado and pesto wrap and cloudy lemonade lunch bought for me, and then found myself blissfully wandering the aisles of the wonderland that is harris farm market for half an hour. which is why i sit here now with a bag of sweet tart cherries in front of me, and a slab of triple cream brie downstairs in the fridge.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 28 July 2004 at 4:20 pm

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crap. clearly, i have lost the ability to write. a whole week since getting back from whirlwind vacation jaunt, and alls i’ve had time for is to post a picture of a sugar-crusted apple turnover that was eaten on a sunny, grassy spot in narooma. a week gone by filled with werk to be done, dishes to be washed (and cups… so many cups), and um, actually that seems to be it. what the hell?

so, yvette, while that last “entry” may have appeared random, it was actually intended that a roundup of the fun and hijinx surrounding the pastry would soon follow.

alas. but look:

it was a short but intense roadtrip, bookended on one end by enormous and tasty fish and chips at summer-in-wintertime jervis bay, and on the other by a whole grilled trout with buttered almonds and three veg up in the wintery mountain town of adaminiby, “home of the giant trout”. in the middle, aformentioned apple turnover, not quite enough baked treats from bakeries in small coastal towns, a cooler bag full of flavoursome mandarins that the boy had picked off his nanna’s tree just the week before, a visit to the bega cheese factory…

…cheese samples, more breathtakingly gorgeous beaches than you could shake a bit of driftwood at, and — two hours in from the sunny south coast — alpine climes in the snowy mountains.

strange. we awoke in our toasty roadside motel, too early, to the sound of revving 4WDs and families setting off for the snowfields. watched the parade of beanies through the picture window, drinking motel tea and breakfasting on anzac biscuits. hot showered, dressed, stepped outside… and the snow had come to us. it was a just light dusting, and good lord! just like the books said! six points, and all unique! not quite an hour after driving past the statue of the trout in the town centre, there we were standing on the site of the old town of kiandra, except that kiandra was not visible under two feet of fresh powder snow.

well, i was surprised, anyway.

and now, bloody hell, a week’s gone by, and what i’ve done is dishes, and scanning, and fixing up scans, and moving stuff around a page. this week coming up brings more (and more) of the same, but hurrah, culminates in the arrival of nellicent, who’s been meeting, greeting and eating her way around the world, and finally, oh my god, makes it here.

yay a yay.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 26 July 2004 at 9:38 am

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posted by ragingyoghurt on 21 July 2004 at 7:54 am

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away… away… away down south in… um, dixie.
farewell!

posted by ragingyoghurt on 14 July 2004 at 8:57 am

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hmm. after a few hours of sleep, alternating left side, right side and on my back, i was awake at 3.30am, sitting up in bed with a tub of vanilla yoghurt, the “new yorker” summer fiction issue, and “rage” on in the background playing old silverchair videos, from back when they were a lowercase band.

i wasn’t lucky enough to have the first “tomorrow” video included in the programming, where the band were little puppy boys loping across the screen (or even the second “tomorrow” video where mark pellington did a convincing job imitating his own “jeremy” video), but it sure was educational to see the progression over the years… as daniel grew his cheekbones and chris grew his neck and ben — well, i guess ben just cut his hair — and more significantly, how the music evolved, because i stopped really listening to the band after the second album.

a random line over at gempires: “grunge on the jukebox. we reminisce about pearl jam.” made me think about how maybe i don’t even have to reminisce about pearl jam because i frequently have them on the CD player, even the newer albums, especially at deadline time. i’ve seen both bands a bunch of times, the most memorable of which were: silverchair at their first big day out, where they played a little stage and the crowd to see them was so inversely big that you didn’t have to stand up, you were just held up by everyone else; and being in the moshpit (twice!) at pearl jam, propped up against the security bar and looking up at eddie and feeling the voice just vibrate through me. how is it that i outgrew silverchair and not pearl jam?

watching the silverchair videos in the wee hours, it struck me that silverchair evolved in a way that pearl jam didn’t: good old dependable three-guitar + bass + drum sound (and dammit, pearl jam even did the rock cliche of revolving door drummers) versus fancy orchestration and operatic tendencies. and thus, really, it was silverchair that had outgrown me.

this drivel was brought to you by the 3.30am waking hour, the tub of vanilla yoghurt and, oh bloody hell, ok, half a bag of sweet chili pretzels.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 11 July 2004 at 9:46 am

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this skin just ain’t big enough for the two of us.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 10 July 2004 at 5:41 pm

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so i could’ve spent today drawing a map of western sydney and delivering a bunch of artwork to a scanning place. instead i sat in a cafe in leichhardt, eating a plate of braised lentils pooled around a silverbeet-wrapped timbale of polenta and molten cheese. somewhat (completely) out of character (for me), my luncheon companion was mother-of-boy. this uncharacteristicness extended further into the afternoon, when sister-of-boy was met and an expedition launched to an eastern suburbs homeware emporium, where cake and coffee were had, and then somehow i managed to get everyone to each buy a pizza stone and cutter set. odd.

and then it started to rain. ^_^ aah.

perfect dvd-watching weather, really. the way this free DVD delivery trial works is you sign up and compile a list of DVDs from the database that you want to see, and they get sent out to you as they become available. it seems like maybe they also get sent out in alphabetical order, because so far what i’ve been sent are:
– 11’09″01 september 11
– 28 days later
– a mighty wind

then again, what showed up in my mailbox today was the “indiana jones” bonus material DVD, ahead of the “hulk” bonus material DVD.

[ what a thing to just be able to get the bonus material DVD and not the feature disc. i really do like the special features on a DVD, but they can’t be just any old special features. like, if the package lists a particular film’s special features as “theatrical trailer” or “subtitles”, i get mildly irritated. did you ever watch the special features on “the man who wasn’t there”, and the deleted scenes included a sequence of billy bob thornton performing various curiously-named haircuts? that was cool. ]

is “raiders of the lost ark” a terrific movie or what? can anyone say they like steven spielberg (at least in the early days, before that unnecessary bit in “A.I.” that began “and then a thousand years passed”) without coming across all dawson leary? but damn they were fun films, and harrison ford was such a fine specimen of hero back then. mmm…

in “the making of…” you will see footage of tom selleck screentesting for the indiana role, and you will laugh out loud because really, it’s magnum p.i.. and then you will learn that the sound effects guy made those squelchy snake noises down in the chamber by squelching his hands through his wife’s cheese casserole.

what’s a cheese casserole anyway?

i think i might want some.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 7 July 2004 at 10:50 pm

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the mammoth task ahead of me this week, besides regular werk and meeting friends for luncheons, is culling my decade-old stash of magazines. i try and do this every few years, and it involves spending h o u r s sitting in front of the magazine shelf leafing through old spins and rolling stones and details and esquires and rayguns and bikinis, trying to decide which ones can be chucked out. remember that issue of details from 1991, with pretty young keanu all ted-like on the cover? that one is never even considered for the chuck pile. but the thing is, hardly any of the magazines seem to end up on the chuck pile. maybe, like, two.

so this is probably a really bad week to start my 30 day free dvd delivery trial; i don’t know which will be more distracting, from each other as well as other werk at hand. but you, maybe you don’t have such pressing matters as decade-old magazines to cull. if you live around these parts, you too could get free dvds for 30 days. i mean, when else is telstra gonna give you anything for free?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 6 July 2004 at 4:28 pm

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