... is quick, easy and tastes delicious!
Recipe here on Cro Magnon Man's blog.
'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
'No,' said the child. 'What is it?'
- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.
Go here to find out more.
Saturday, 30 November 2013
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
Sweet, Sweet Peas.
When I was about 7 and my sister was 3, I discovered sweet peas. That year my Mother grew them against the chook house. There were masses, lovely reds, blues and purples, and the soft mild sweet perfume scented the whole of that part of the garden - from the raspberries to the asparagus bed, and even as far as the peach tree.
But when I say discovered, I don't mean the flowers, I mean the peas themselves, in their pods. We knew about garden peas, and helped Mum shell them and always enjoyed a few before the rest were put in the pot. So when I saw these little tiny child-size peas, green and tender in their pods, I naturally tried them, and finding them as nice if not nicer than the garden types, called Jane over excitedly. We had eaten dozens before Mum spotted us. She gave a strangled sort of shriek, said firmly 'Don't eat any more of those please dears!' and rushed away inside. Being well-behaved little girls, we went and had a swing and had forgotten all about the sweet peas in the ten minutes it took Mum to phone the hospital. I learned many years later they said they had no idea if sweet peas were poisonous, and just to keep an eye on us for a while. Needless to say, we survived.
A friend gave me a beautiful bunch the other day.
Although I still remember eating the peas, now I see them mostly through an artist's eyes.
The graduations of colours, the purple tones in the stems (how can green mix so beautifully with mauve??!), the way the flowers ripple at their edges and bend against themselves, the recurved points on the sepals, the tiny hairs on the stems ...
...the lovely markings on some of the petals ...
... the brightness of them under the skylight and against the dark bench ....
and of course the heavenly scent. I wish you could smell them!
Thursday, 21 November 2013
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Keep Calm
Went up to Auckland for the day and it's too late to write a decent post, so all you get this evening is a funny.
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Granny's Birthday
As you all know, Granny flew to Cairns last Thursday. Here she is celebrating her birthday at a restaurant. I'm sure that's a new top, nice, very tropical. And it may be just the photo, but she looks really brown already don't you think? I've heard through the grapevine that she's having a really great time, but that she's finding it a bit muggy.
Guess how old she was. Good guess. But wrong. She was eighty-nine.
Monday, 18 November 2013
Fast Day Dinner
Cro and I, and many others, are following the eating change made public by Dr Micheal Moser on his 'Horizon' programme 'Eat, Fast & Live Longer'. I call it my 5:2.
Two days of the week we 'fast' (males no more than 600 cals, females, 500). The other five days we can eat (more-or less - don't go crazy!) whatever we like.
Last 'fast'* day I had a late breakfast of 1/4 cup of weight-watcher's muesli with a teaspoon of dried goji berries (from Helsie), three roasted unsalted almonds, and 1/3 cup of light soya milk. This is 170 cals.
I had a couple of cups of green tea during the next five hours and by five pm I was sitting down to this:
Looks good to you? You can't imagine how good! Food tastes SOOO wonderful when you 5:2! |
grilled eggplant: 30 cals
grilled pepper: 20 cals
sticky rice: 50 cals
broccoli stalk: 20 cals
2 spears asparagus: 6 cals
skinless chicken leg meat: 180 cals
2 teaspoons peanut satay marinade: 30 cals
tot: 336 cals
Total for the day: 506 cals.
* Not really a fast at all, as you see. But it works. 1/4 your usual intake twice a week, and although people tend to eat more on the other days, it's been found we don't quite make it up. To the tune of being down about a 1/4 of a day at the end of each week. Which equals steady, sustainable weight loss, but more importantly, some very very good other health benefits...
PS. re. The link to the clip - it's long (nearly an hour) and unless you have better and cheaper interclacken access than me, I suggest downloading it to watch at your leisure. If you haven't seen it, I recommend it very highly.
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Saturday, 16 November 2013
Recovering dining chairs. As Easy as 1, 2, 3, 4!
You will need:
Staple gun, scissors, foam*, new material, felt pen (for drawing on foam around seat), cordless drill.
1. Remove seat.
2. Staple-gun the material (with foam) to underside of seat (over the top of old material). Stretch it tight, easing in the corners as smoothly as possible.
3. Doesn't really matter if it's messy under there. No-one will see it.
4. Reattach seat.
5. Repeat six times.
Before & after. |
* My chairs were rather deficit in the derriere seating area (like me), so I added an extra foam piece to each one. I had a strip left over from trimming a topper pad for a bed.
Mike Scadden on Education
SPARACT:
1. The importance of Self Belief. The forerunner of every successful person.
2. Planning based on the relationship of the child to the topic.
3. Age Appropriateness of the learning.
4. (No) Rewards. Cognitive learning and creativity are especially inhibited by rewards. Celebrate (unexpectedly) and acknowledge instead.
5. Require applications instead of making appointments.
6. Contracts for learning. A challenge: time and support required from teachers
7. Transfer learning into real-life situations so it stays in memory.
1. The importance of Self Belief. The forerunner of every successful person.
2. Planning based on the relationship of the child to the topic.
3. Age Appropriateness of the learning.
4. (No) Rewards. Cognitive learning and creativity are especially inhibited by rewards. Celebrate (unexpectedly) and acknowledge instead.
5. Require applications instead of making appointments.
6. Contracts for learning. A challenge: time and support required from teachers
7. Transfer learning into real-life situations so it stays in memory.
Friday, 15 November 2013
A First Day at School
There were hats of all shapes and sizes - like a dress-up cupboard. One was red and green velvet like the one the joker wears in a pack of cards. Another one was tartan and had a fluffy pom-pom on top. The principal said it was his Scottish hat. He put it on and spoke in a funny voice. I laughed.
I could hardly see his desk because it was all covered in toys. I picked up a stick that was all smooth, as if it had been washed up on the beach. It made a sound like rain and he said his daughter gave it to him. I liked the stick and he let me tip it up again to make the rain noise.
I looked up and saw there were all sorts of things hanging from the ceiling. One was a little man in an aeroplane on a spring. When I pulled it, it jiggled and the wings flapped up and down.
Then I saw it.
Sitting on the windowsill was a big, pink, squiggly, plastic brain. When I asked him about it he picked it up and gave it to me. It felt bumpy. The principal told me brains were that most interesting things in the whole wide world. He said at his school they talked about brains a lot.
He cleared a space at his desk and asked me to sit down. Then he told me he was going to give me a test, which I thought was pretty mean because I hadn't been at his school long enough to know anything in a test.
I was really nervous but he told me it didn't matter what the answers were. There were no right or wrong answers and all I had to do was tell the truth.
It was an easy test because all the questions were about me. It asked if I liked it quiet or noisy when I was working, and if I liked it dark or light. Did I like summer or winter best and did I like reading books sitting, lying down or standing up?
When I had finished he went through it with me. There were no ticks or crosses. He said the test was to help me enjoy school. Together we would do our best to make school just the way I liked it.
He put the test in his filling cabinet and told me I could look at it any time I needed to. In a couple of years I would do another one, just in case the answers had changed.
Then we went for a walk around the school."
- Learn, Think and Live. pp 10, 11 by Mike Scadden and Julia Holmes.
Mike Scadden was the principal of Te Puna Primary School and my first choice for my placement when I was training to be a teacher in 2000. His office was just as described. An inspirational principal.
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Bonus extra just for my loyal followers*: A knitted brain. created by psychiatrist Karen Norberg.
* Or, even for my disloyal ones.
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Granny Goes on Holiday
Perhaps you remember Granny from such memorable posts of mine as 'Going to the Museum with Granny' and 'Tasting Food from Around the World'.
Granny in the old bathhouse at the Rotorua Museum |
Granny tasting bahklava with Natalie |
Well, if Granny had a blog, her post today might be something like this:
Leaving on a Jet Plane
I'm so excited. I have told the man in the front house to keep an eye on my little cottage. Jan will come in and mow the lawns and Ted will phone her when I am due back so she can come in and give the place a dust and vac.
Because tomorrow I'm off to Australia! I'm going to be staying with my elder daughter and her husband in their lovely new house in the tropical forests near Cairns.
They've sent pictures of some of the creatures they've spotted around their house already. Some of these I'm looking forward to seeing for myself. Others perhaps not so much.
Long-nosed bandicoots... |
Spotted tree monitor lizards over a metre long.... ! |
Huge moths... |
I'm told Pandemelons are not a type of melon... |
Kookaburras to wake me in the morning |
Bush turkeys |
Sunbirds in the acacias |
A tiny tree frog on my son-in-law's finger |
But here's the creature I'm mostly looking forward to seeing! My daughter.
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
So, What's with the 'Delphine Angua'?
Ingrid Bolsø Berdal as Sergeant Delphine Angua von Überwald in 'Going Postal' |
About Delphine Angua Von Ãœberwald:
"Her senses sharp and a mind that’s quick.... few escape the piercing gaze that sees beneath all pretense and facade... those who know she has two forms, respect and fear to tread the paths that may cause her wrath...but those who lack this insight or wit...seldom learn much past their first meeting."
- ScottMan2th
Angua by Tolman Cotton http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sergeant-Angua- 262669447 |
Women In Fiction: Delphine Angua von Uberwald, Terry Pratchett's Discworld
Somewhere around the 12th or 13th book in a series which now numbers over thirty, Terry Pratchett subtly segued from writing Dungeon Dimensions fantasy stories to writing social satire with a fantasy finish. The shift was gradual, as the Discworld (a flat world on the back of four elephants and a space turtle) was always simply a more magical mirror through which to see this world. It was probably around the time that the books about the Ankh Morpork City Watch hit their stride that it began to happen; I like to think that the introduction of one of fiction's most kick-ass female characters helped to spur this on.
Delphine Angua von Uberwald is the first woman to join the City Watch. She has to put up with the jokes and the gestures and the badly beaten out breastplate. What's more, she really knows what it's like to have a bad hair day: she's a werewolf.
If you think PMT is bad, try suffering from Pre-Lunar Tension. Hair follicles swelling, nails lengthening, acute awareness of the full moon. It's easy enough to be a werewolf if you don't care about being human, but Angua's an ethical werewolf. She's a vegetarian three weeks out of the month; whilst happy enough to unleash her deadly jaw when keeping a criminal (like her brother) in check, during the week when she's, ahem, sleeping in a basket, farmers in the Ankh Morpork area scratch their heads when chickens go missing but money has been pushed under the door.
Working with a vampire (in Thud), she comes up against her biggest prejudices and born instincts. Vampires, with their innate capacity for style and sensuality, make her feel like she's just a grubby, scruffy dog. And, after all, doesn't anything that's part-human and part-wolf have to be just a little bit dog-like? Her boyfriend, Carrot, is the heir of Ankh Morpork's long-defunct throne, but he likes to pretend he isn't. However, it turns out charisma comes with the genetic territory. While it would never occur to him to abuse it, being the Nicest Man on Earth, if he even thinks of whistling, she comes running.
Angua is undoubtedly one of the best-written female characters in modern fantasy fiction; in any fiction, for that matter. She's grumpy, true, but she's also intelligent, logical, loyal and a trustworthy copper. She does her job methodically, throwing herself into an investigation against her own family when it's called for. She kindly passes on hints, tips and unwanted clothing to the dwarf girls who are, against years of tradition, allowing themselves to be recognised as women (although it'll take another few centuries to lose the beards... they're still dwarfs after all). She's tough and uncompromising and relishes the compensations of being a werewolf, such as being able to track the scent of any criminal even days after they've left the scene.
One of Pratchett's great strengths as a writer is playing with stereotypes and social groups without ever giving in to them. Dwarfs, trolls, humans, vampires, zombies and werewolves all have their typical characteristics, but they're all individual characters, too. Angua's intelligence and sense of morality set her apart from many of her kind, but she can also be stubborn and narky (traits she shares with the resolutely sensible Susan Sto Helit, Death's granddaughter). However, she's never helpless, and it's wonderful to see, in a genre where authors are imagined to be pale and twitchy, sweating slightly over their female creations, proof that fantasy is not just for men, and that woman can be represented fairly and with style.
Alex Roumbas is Deputy Editor of Shiny Shiny. She's been reading the Discworld books, in order, since 1996 and shows no sign of stopping.
Thank you to: http://www.dollymix.tv/2007/07/women_in_fiction_delphine_angu.html
Monday, 11 November 2013
Sunday, 10 November 2013
My Mother's Old Sewing Box
Mum's sewing box. |
I got it down from the top of the wardrobe yesterday and it was covered with little borer holes. Looked inside the and the blue silky lining was in shreds which parted at the lightest touch. Time to let it go. I took it out into the garden and burnt it, but before I did I took a photo for posterity.
There are lots of bits and pieces that are up in the top of my wardrobe. Most I have wrapped up carefully and popped in a note. Snippets of information - whose it was, What it was for, maybe a memory of the person or two - for whoever eventually gets it. Stuff from the past too precious to ditch, but for the most part, unusable.
There's an astrachan (or astrakhan) hat that my Russian Great Uncle Alexander brought for me on one of his visits from Pakistan, where he lived most of his life. He worked as the Karachi 'Dawn' newspaper printing machine repair man ....
Or, between tissue paper, a hand-made lace collar that was removable for washing. I need to check with dad, but I think it belonged to my Nanna Constance and she wore it when she was In Service - a maid for someone ...
Or, from Great Auntie Maimie who lived in Rhodesia and sent me stamps; a painting of the pied piper of Hamlin and all the children - done on glass - with iridescent blue-green (Epitola posthumus?) butterfly wings peeking through from the background ...
I wonder if you too have a family 'treasure' or two from the past.
Thursday, 7 November 2013
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
New Zealand Orchids
This time last year we went up into the bush* near Te Puke to do the annual bird count.
In that particular location we didn't hear all that many and not much variety either unfortunately, but we did find a little cluster of orchids that were in flower. Now I like to think I know a fair bit about NZ native flora, but I know very little about the orchids. Once on a walk, someone pointed out to me the 'Easter orchid', which is an epiphyte, but I had no idea there were so many until I went on this website to identify this one for you.
There are dozens and dozens, even taking away the many that were only sighted once many years ago, and also the ones that probably came over from Australia but didn't get established.
I could get quite hooked.
Even though the website says this Green Bird Orchid is quite common, I would never have seen it unless it had been pointed out to me. It's like hanging out with the birders - suddenly you begin to see all the birds. You have to have your right 'eyes' turned on.
In that particular location we didn't hear all that many and not much variety either unfortunately, but we did find a little cluster of orchids that were in flower. Now I like to think I know a fair bit about NZ native flora, but I know very little about the orchids. Once on a walk, someone pointed out to me the 'Easter orchid', which is an epiphyte, but I had no idea there were so many until I went on this website to identify this one for you.
There are dozens and dozens, even taking away the many that were only sighted once many years ago, and also the ones that probably came over from Australia but didn't get established.
I could get quite hooked.
Simpliglottis cornuta (Green Bird Orchid) |
This has reminded me that many years ago I begged my Godfather Peter to give me a little of his work. This is what he gave me, saying 'they aren't very good... just little water colours ... I don't paint much these days'.
I've just dug them out. Sadly they have become rather spotty. But I think they are rather lovely.
Peter Liley 1976. Gastrodia Water colour on paper. |
Peter Liley 1975. Mycrotis. Water colour on paper |
Peter Liley 1974. New Zealand Native Orchid Pterostylis. Water colour on paper |
* New Zealand forest is referred to as 'bush'. Perhaps it's the British tendency to understate.
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Broken Windscreen
I was driving home one night and something hit my windscreen. I'm sure it was a bullet - it was so loud it made my ears ring!
I phoned Smith & Smith the glass repair company.
Here's the van arrived already!
The procedure was fascinating. The bloke opened up the back of his van and carried the new windscreen with suction-cup-handle thingys, and placed it on his portable table in my carport and attached some other suction-cup-bar thingys:
... and turned it curved side up and cleaned it:
Then he cleaned the other side.
Then he removed a black plastic doofer that sits under the bonnet.
Then the windscreen wipers.
Then the rubber seal from around the windscreen.
He then stuck a white doohicky with a wire sprouting out of it, on the windscreen.
A strange black apparatus on the inside...
And some yellow tape stuck down a piece of the wire, carefully positioned, on the outside.
Now, this is the magic part:
He started winding a handle in the black apparatus, and the wire tightened, and tightened, and then he moved the black apparatus to the passenger side, and wound the handle again, and the wire bit into the seal behind the old windscreen, cutting just like a cheese wire, and hey presto! the windscreen was off!
All that remained to do was to gouge out the last of the black sealant ...
and give it a good wash to remove any oils ...
... remove the old Registration and Warrant of Fitness stickers from the old windscreen,
and stick them on the new windscreen ...
... push a rubber seal around the sides and top of the new windscreen, and using a gun, apply some goopy black rubber stuff around the entire edge ...
Carefully measure the positions and stick two suction cup holder thingys on the side windows of the
car ...
Pick up the new screen ...
Swing it in place with its guide holder bars latching onto the side window holder thingys ...
... and along with the orange suction cups spanning between the roof and the new screen, it's all held perfectly firmly in place while the black goop dries!
Meanwhile he folds up his little table and pops it back in the van ...
... reattaches the black plastic doofer that sits under the bonnet, and also the windscreen wipers:
Then he removed all the paraphenalia, and gave the new windscreen a wash to get the suction-cup circles off.
And Bob's your uncle - all finished in about 20 minutes!
Writing out the receipt:
And ...
Gone! Byeee!
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