My Name Is... Crazy.
Sunday, 12 June 2022
Chicken Burrito.
Tuesday, 11 August 2020
Decadent Creamy Chicken & Mushroom
Friday, 11 January 2019
Goals and the f-word.
So this time of year often yields comments like, "what are your plans? Where do you think you'll be this time next year?" Newsflash, I don't have 2020 vision! My glasses are for function, not form. ;)
That said, whilst thinking about where I will be this time next year terrifies me, thinking ahead is exciting! This year is my last year of uni, thank gosh. Hopefully I get a job at the end of this, the optimist in me wants to reassure myself, but the realist knows the facts. They aren't in my favour! I will remain confident and hopeful, and pray I get a job. My five year plan depends on my having a full-time job in the not-too distant future.
Speaking of five year plans, mine is exciting! I always said Spawn and I will have conquered each state and territory in Australia by the time he's 10 and the only state we haven't been to is Tasmania. We are hoping to do that next Summer, so pray for my savings! There are also other goals, including relocating out of Geelong (again), hoping Spawn gets his letter from Hogwarts next year, and then heading overseas! I really want to take Spawn to London for his 11th birthday, Harry Potter fans will understand why. Then we would duck over to Iceland, because that country is truly amazing and I need my fix. 😍 I'm also hoping to have a permanent contract in a school by 2024, so I can commence postgrad studies in 2025. Yes, I'm a sucker for punishment! Lord knows why I'm already planning thesis life, when I haven't even finished undergraduate studies. Wait, I know. Its because I'm crazy.
So contradictory, to be afraid of the next twelve months, yet excited for the next five years! Uni life has that affect, I suppose. I'm so comfortable being a student, I've been once for six of the past seven years. It's going to be a shock returning to full-time employment, yet I am so ready for it! My brain hurts. I'm sick of sitting in lectures, over reading dry material, done with academic writing. I neeeeeeed the mundane life associated with working, and I need it now!
So yeah, that's me. Planning years of travel, even though my bank account is down to cents.
Peace out.
- L. x
Tuesday, 31 July 2018
Beef Bourguignon
I really love my slow cooker in winter.
Case in point? Tonight's dinner! I made beef bourguignon and it was amazing! It was so tasty and the aromatic goodness could be smelled from the sidewalk outside our house!
I served it with sourdough baguette, as Tuesday night's are busy in this house!
INGREDIENTS
100g bacon, chopped
1.5kg beef, diced (I use chuck or gravy, whichever is cheapest)
1 cup dry red wine
2 cups chicken stock
1/2 cup tomato sauce
1/4 cup soy sauce
1/4 cup plain flour
3 garlic cloves, finely chopped (add more to taste)
2 tbspn thyme
5 carrots, sliced
500g baby potatoes, halved
200g mushrooms, sliced
METHOD:
In a large frying pan, cook bacon over medium high heat until crisp. Put bacon in slow cooker. Salt and pepper the beef and add to the skillet and sear on each side for 2-3 minutes. Transfer beef to the slow cooker.
Add the red wine to the frying pan, scraping down the brown bits on the side. Allow it to simmer and reduce and slowly add chicken stock, tomato sauce and soy sauce. Slowly whisk in the flour. Add the sauce to the slow cooker.
Add garlic, thyme, carrots, potatoes, and mushrooms to the slow cooker. Give it a good stir and cook on low until beef is tender - low for 8-10 hours or high for 6 hours.
Enjoy.
- L. x
Sunday, 22 July 2018
Perfectionism.
I loathe perfectionism.
This trimester of uni is grueling. The content is so dry, that after a conversation with one of my lecturers, I told myself I wouldn't focus on grades for these mundane units.
Who am I kidding?! This unscrupulous trait of mine is debilitating, the HDs often feel like my only success at the end of a productive, fruitful trimester. But even then, I feel like a failure.
Perfectionism is no blessing. Being a high achiever, loving success? That's a blessing. Perfectionism is nothing more than self-loathing, masquerading as a desire for success. It doesn't matter how many mentors praise your abilities and offer to assist you with getting a contract at the completion of your degree, you never feel good enough. I never feel good enough. This is especially horrendous when course material is so dry, no technique will help me absorb it. I'm doomed!
If im being honest, I would sink into a pit of hell were it not for Tyler. Despite his incessant chatter, myriad of appointments and extra-curricular activities, he keeps me sane. Keeps me from going days without sleep, showers and conversation. 🤢
Seriously, can I graduate already?!! University is destroying my soul. At least I can manage this disgraceful behaviour under normal life conditions. 😖🍫🍷🍸🍹
End rant, fuelled by the realisation that most of the elements in this article are my life.
- L. x
Wednesday, 13 June 2018
Split Pea & Ham Soup
However, I have never made it myself, until today. This is pretty much your standard recipe, found everywhere. I just tweaked it marginally, because it's how I roll.
500g split green peas, rinsed thoroughly and drained (pick out gross bits as they float)
1 ham hock, around 700g (meaty preferred)
3 carrots, diced
1 potato, diced
2-3 stalks celery, diced
3 cloves garlic, crushed
1 onion, diced
1 tbspn olive oil
1L reduced salt chicken stock (plus 1L water)
1 bay leaf
Salt and pepper, to season
Heat large pan over medium heat with oil. Add onion and garlic, cook until translucent. Add remaining ingredients, then cover and simmer for 2.5 hours, stirring occasionally (make sure you shift the stuff settling on the bottom).
Remove bay leaf and hock, then blend the soup, or mash for a chunkier consistency. Remove skin and fat from hock, then roughly chop the meat before returning to soup.
Best served with fresh sourdough. Yummm!
Monday, 14 May 2018
One time, at band camp...
One day I realised it was week 10, in an 11 week trimester, and that I only have three trimesters until I graduate.
I pooped my pants a little bit.
The idea of being a mum AND a graduate teacher is actually terrifying. What if I don't get a contract? What if I suck and every prin in the state laughs at my resume? WHAT IF I HAVE A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN IN FOURTH YEAR?!!!!
Okay, so that's real terror. I've lost my appetite, that's how nervous I am. Yet it's still 18 months away! I need help. From professionals. With straight jackets. Why are straight jackets called straight jackets, anyway? They don't even keep you straight, they make you permanently hug yourself. Well, that's what they do in movies!
Also, one day I'm going to leave my phone's corrections in place and see what crazy messages it thinks I want to convey.
Yeah, I'm scattered today. Hello fifty million things on my mind, and only one brain to process it all! I need coffee.
Time to go feed the Spawn. Been a bad mum of late. Baaaaaad mum. She's a, baaaaaaaad mum.
Told you, utterly bonkers!
L. x