Or should that be true confessions??
Confession number one: I’m not really into these blogging awards. Over on blogger the dogblog community used to dish them out endlessly, and like a lot of things it seemed a) competitive and b) somewhat pointless competition. The dog invariably found more interesting things to bark about, and when he did remember to post, he never followed the rules.
Confession number two: It’s still nice to receive them though! Haha. What a hypocrite I am. Not receiving them is a bit like not being picked for team games at school and you wonder why no-one wants you. Now I’ve got two awards I feel like I’ve been picked for rounders and netball teams.
Taking a leaf out of the dog’s book, I shall of course not follow the rules.
For the Versatile one, I’m supposed to tell you seven things about me. I tell you all loads of things about me every time I write. I’m sure you don’t want to know any more. I’m meant to list 20 blogs I follow. I don’t think so. Most people don’t click on links anyway. The Liebster one suggests listing five blogs that are your personal favourites. That’s a bit more like it.
I do like the fact that an award gives you an excuse to list a few decent blogs though, and I’m going to write why I like the ones I’m going to list. For a later post however. If I remember.
But if you do want to visit a couple of blogs, both Elladee’s and The Vegan Kat’s are great. Elladee has more than one blog (who doesn’t?) so you can flit between places, words, images and more. Kat’s is a food blog with some excellent recipes. You don’t need to be vegetarian or vegan to enjoy browsing around there.
As one of the awards was passed on to me by The Vegan Kat, it gives me another good excuse to sneak in a food post. Do I need an excuse, you may ask?
I used to loathe taking sandwiches to work for lunch. The availability of food at work was appalling and in the end, depending on commitments or whether there was a lunchtime meeting, I went home for something whenever I could.
Here in Gib Working Partner only gets half an hour for lunch and hasn’t got a chance of coming home, so it’s the sandwich run for him. I open the sandwich bar just after seven to start the prep. I figure if he is working nearly ten hours, the least I can do is make some decent food for him. (I used to get paid for making sandwiches in Sydney!)
The Spaniards he is working with take a full three course meal – olives, tortilla, casserole, fish, yoghurts, dessert etc etc etc half of which gets offered around or thrown away.
One day Partner was offered some olives and tortilla so naturally he accepted (he refused the fish). The next day I was ordered to include olives in a pot so he could reciprocate. I chucked in a bit of tomato, cucumber, and some cheese so he wouldn’t be too ashamed of my food prep abilities. In fact he didn’t have lunch with the same guy so to this day, I don’t think he’s got around to sharing his olives back.
But what has happened is, that every morning now needs a fancy salad pot, sometimes involving food prep the day before. The salad pot has become the focus, the sandwiches the mere accompaniments.
So, salad pot staples:
*Tomato – cherry or normal size
(*when organic ones are available)
any herbs or greens that I have kicking around – but not too many
The trick is finding ingredients that are easy enough to eat, and suitably tasty. Egg is a no-no because it falls apart. Beetroot stains everything a disgusting red (so it goes in the sandwiches instead, along with onions in red wine vinegar)
Salad pot extras:
Roasted red pepper
Chick peas/haricot beans/butter beans etc
These don’t ALL go in together, needless to add. Or maybe I do need to add that!
So a tofu and rice dish in the evening provides enough left over to join the salad pot staples. Similarly pasta. Or the veg.
Last night I grilled a red pepper and peeled it, added garlic dressing, (oil, salt, garlic) and left it in the fridge overnight to absorb the flavours. This morning it was chopped up, and with some cauliflower from the evening meal, added to the olive and caper mix. There was also a tiny bit of rice left so that got used up too.
Still on the food theme, here is a bar in the midst of the New Harbours Industrial Estate that I forgot to include on my pub crawl. Don’t know what it is called. It’s only open when the estate is open, a bit like the bar next to the Coviran supermarket.
It’s a nice leafy looking spot in the midst of trade centres and stores. A good contrast no less – contrast being The Daily Post photo challenge word this week. Spot the glimpse of the sea between the large building and the trees.
Finally, and only very vaguely related, I see sausage skin tights are back in fashion.
Back in my NHS days, I noticed one of my colleagues had some rather nice glossy tights. As she was tall, with long dark glossy hair, and long (glossy) shapely legs, I decided I must buy some of those tights.
All went well, I too had long glossy shapely legs from thenceforward, until one day I read a description that said they resembled sausage skins. I still have some stashed away in the drawer now, never worn after reading that horrid unkind article.
I watched these young women wandering up the street in front of me today with glossy legs, and horrors ! in American Tan too – what a vile combination. And they still looked like sausage skins. Luckily I didn’t take pix of them.