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Tap Tap…

Err hello. Tap tap on the microphone. Yes, I am still here. I was shocked to see that I had not blogged since October 20 and lo, it is already the end of November! Oopsies.Well, it got to the business end of the university semester and I got a bit wrapped up in mountains of paper.  We did manage to go away though on a cheese making weekend in Picton - more on that later. I have my last exam of 2009 tomorrow, so promise cross my heart hope to die (bit of a macabre statement hey?) to pop my head over here more often after that. I have a whole slew of Project 52 updates to get up to date with.In the meantime, talk amongst yourself.

Random Quotation

And so it has come to this, my life reduced to a quote from Ferris Bueller’s Day off:

 “I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I’m going to take a stand. I’m going to defend it. Right or wrong, I’m going to defend it.

Cameron, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

 

(ripped from 1001 rules for my unborn son) 

 

Weekday Dinner: Diy Sushi With Quasi Fried Rice

Weekday Dinner: DIY sushi with quasi fried rice, originally uploaded by noodlebowl.

I defrosted pumpkin soup instead of curry. So this is the result! What was supposed to be curry rice and veg became a mix your own sushi roll.

Blanched silverbeet is layered at the bottom of the plate - a trick to make it seem like i have a larger meal of rice than i do. Satisfy the eye then the belly!

Steamed rice mixed with steamed leek, mushrooms, carrots and sesame seeds and a splash of soy. French beans on the side.

Chuck a fried egg and bits of bacon on top. Serve with a slice of avocado, some soy/wasabi and a plate of nori squares.

Now carefully put some rice and avo on seaweed and dip in soy/wasabi! A delightful mistake in cooking!

Labour Day Lunch

Public Holiday lunch, originally uploaded by noodlebowl.

Having spent Saturday and Sunday at uni, it was nice to have the Monday off as a public holiday. I enjoyed a joggle with Sarah in the morning and then a day cooking.

We made pretzels, pierogi and corned beef. The toils of our labour became lunch. Pretzels were surprisingly fun and easy to make. It did involve some time waiting for the dough to rise and a double cooking process of boiling and baking. Pierogi was equally fun messing about with flour and rolling pins. Eating it all was just as delicious!

Swimming

We have the same swimsuit, green with orange trimming and a gold crown logo sewn into the bottom right of our one pieces. Every week, we go to swimming practice on the school bus together. We are learning freestyle and how to dive off the edge of the pool.  At the end of laps, we are given 5 minutes free time and we spend the time trying to reach the bottom of the deep end without having to come up for air. The depth of the pool seemed like infinity then, blue with a spiral of air bubbles. Our hair moving like streaks of slow paint underwater, our laughter gurgling and  goggles misting up.

One day, we have to swim as many laps as we can of the Olympic pool.  After the first 5, there is a relaxed rhythm of legs kicking and coming up for air. I watch for the halfway line marker and imagine it chasing me up the lane like on TV. Or there was the time we did a relay race, but instead of diving off gracefully off the blocks, we jump in legs first. We still finished the race.

The bus trip home is always quiet. We are slumped in our seats, wet hair staining our shirts. The gentle ache of stretched muscles and the chlorine tightening the skin. Next stop is mine. I swing the red cloth satchel I stole from aunt over my shoulder and wave to you.

I miss swimming.