Tuesday, June 14, 2011

High Egg-spectations

Eggs....

Bog no Crua? Hard or Soft?
I don't mind as long as they are cooked through. Nothing and I mean nothing turns my stomach more than the slimy white 'bluegh' on top of a neglected fried egg. Usually it's the weekend, maybe you were out the night before and all you want and need is a decent well-tended breakfast, not some albino chicken's mucus.


One of my most frightening eggperiences to date was the scene from one of the best drinking movies ever made...'Withnail and I'. One of the opening scenes shows a grotty London Cafe....

In the corner sits an old lady with a greasy fried egg sambo, when she sinks her gummy mouth into the slimy offering the yolk explodes and drips out the back of the bread. I can't describe how upset this scene makes me feels but it looks like this....



 And causes this reaction from me.......



There are so many tricks of the trade to cook a good egg. Fried...I'm on the fence. It's nigh on impossible to cook a lovely fried egg without lots of calories. Spray oil guarantees 'Bluegh' goo around the yoke. The egg just can't cook to satisfactory solidity levels without hot oil being spooned over it, so I usually opt for something less terrifying and a bit more low-cal.

Enter now the boiled egg debate... does ANYONE know the exact, proper and official line on how to boil an egg. Should the water be hot to start or boil from cold, if from cold how long do you count for, should the eggs be kept at room temperature or in the fridge and so on, it's egghausting

I'm sorry but the disparaging eggpression of 'She can't boil an egg...' is a bit harsh, considering the majority of people are actually very unclear on boiled egg protocol.

So here it  is...

http://www.recipesource.com/main-dishes/eggs/01/rec0137.html

The Perfect Hard Boiled Egg
 
 Recipe By     : Julia Child, “The Way to Cook”
 Serving Size  : 1    Preparation Time :0:40
 Categories    : Cheese/Eggs                      Family Recipes
 
   Amount  Measure       Ingredient -- Preparation Method
 --------  ------------  --------------------------------
                         For 1-4 Eggs:
    1      to 4          Eggs
    2      quarts        water -- * see note
                         For 12 Eggs:
   12                    Eggs
    3 1/2  quarts        water -- * see note
                         For 24 Eggs:
   24                    Eggs
    6      quarts        water -- * see note
                         Special Equipment_________________________
                         High (not wide) Saucepan with cover
                         Bowl w/ice cubes & water (large enough to
                         completely cover eggs)
 
 *note:  water should cover the eggs by 1 inch, so use a tall pan, and limit
 cooking to 2 dozen eggs at a time.
 
 1.  Lay the eggs in the pan and add the amount of cold water specified.  Set
 over high heat and bring just to the boil; remove from heat, cover the pan,
 and let sit exactly 17 minutes.
 
 2.  When the time is up, transfer the eggs to the bowl of ice cubes and
 water.  Chill for 2 minutes while bringing the cooking water to the boil
 again.  (This 2 minute chilling shrinks the body of the egg from the shell.)
 
 3.  Transfer the eggs (6 at a time only) to the boiling water, bring to the
 boil again, and let boil for 10 seconds - this expands the shell from the
 egg.   Remove eggs, and place back into the ice water.
 
 
 Chilling the eggs promptly after each step prevents that dark line from
 forming, and if time allows, leave the eggs in the ice water after the last
 step for 15 to 20 minutes.  Chilled eggs are easier to peel, as well.
 
 The peeled eggs will keep perfectly in the refrigerator, submerged in water
 in an uncovered container, for 2 to 3 days.
 
                    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
 
 NOTES : The perfect hard boiled egg has a tender white, and a yolk properly
 set.  There is not the faintest darkening of yolk where the white encircles
 it (a chemical reaction caused by too much heat in the cooking process).
 Eggs cooked this way can also be peeled neatly.
 
 The system described here, developed by the Georgia Egg Board,  takes a bit
 of fussing - but it really does produce an absolutely Perfect Hard Boiled Egg!



Honestly.... would you be bothered. Just have tea and toast!

Le Parker Meridian Hotel in New York does a mean eggs benedict, but even meaner is the thousand dollar omlette .. eggtremely decadent but I was almost tempted to give it  a try!
Norma's at Le Parker Meridien  $1,000 omelette.
The $1,000 omelette is so pricey because it contains 10 ounces of sevruga caviar, a whole lobster, and six eggs. According to the latest reports, the hotel has sold eight of these since the dish hit the menu last spring. You can make it at home, if you're cheap - depending on the market price of the caviar and lobster, you'll only spend about $700.
  Read more: http://www.slashfood.com/2005/11/07/the-thousand-dollar-omelette-at-le-parker-meridien/#ixzz1PJT49zGR

Don't get me started on poached eggs at home, fecking nightmare! trying to swirl the water and then discovering you don't have any white vinegar so you use balsamic with turns the egg bits (when it invariable disintegrates) into a swirling mess of brown rotten!

No, I have decided.
The safest way to eat eggs without a shadow of a doubt is at the cinema.....
Pick and mix your heart out!

And remember..."an egg a day is OK!"

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Living under the shadow of a loon!



She's pretty unusual. Our red haired landlady.
Of  indeterminate age with an ethereal quality. Honestly she could be 40 or 80.






Originally from Europe, she is brutally honest and an avid DIY-er. With a plethora of tumble down houses in her portfolio, she oversees her domain with fanatical self-sufficiency. A fully accomplished locksmith she changes and fixes each and every bolt with a utility belt and screwdriver in hand.

Upon moving in she warned us of her 3 cardinal rules=
No smoking inside.
No squirrels inside.
No cooking in the bedrooms.

If we broke any of these rules she would immediately change the locks.."That's it" she announced with a slow and severe nod. I know she was completely sincere and I have a strong feeling there would not have been an opportunity to take our stuff out first.

We'd have been scrambling for a subway vent down on King Street

So as much as I love smokey fried squirrel snacks, I resisted.




Shortly after moving in I got a call from a distressed housemate, informing me that the glass sliding door in the shower has exploded into shards- causing untold scars,both mental and physical.

'Prank!' I assumed (my default position). "Just you wait till you get home...then you'll see!"

In fairness it was a lot of glass. Massive chunks of the stuff. We helpfully informed the landlady....
Who in turn came over, took a look at the death trap shower and rather than apologising profusely about the questionable safety standards of our new home, offered in a sarky drawl to show us how to take a bath instead.
"If you can't use the shower properly. you must bathe instead. I will bring my rubber ducky over and show you, OK?"


Not really the resolution we were hoping for. Mildy inappropriate to be hand washing your tenants...
Anyways, in a cloud of mysterious muttering she trooped back down the stairs. Leaving us very unclear as to whether we were actually getting a new shower door!

2 days later I came home from work and there it was a new door installed. (Well new to us, it was clearly from a jumble sale/skip)

Mrs X we'll call her for defamatory reasons. She once demolished an entire house without any trained staff. She was project manager, foreman, head electrician and her team was a bunch of her trusty lodgers. When she costed up hiring a proper demolition squad it was a hefty sum so she cajoled some broke tenants to take their existential studenty angst out on the staircase and walls of a dilapidated house!
Her preferred get up for these activities resembles a well known and loved Italian plumber....
Mrs X also has interior design tucked under her proverbial utility belt....
Her favoured wall covering is so retro it hurts. Hurts in the real,and blinding sense of the word. Tinfoil, reams of it, glued directly onto the wall all around the cooker. It's space age-esque and soooo Kensington chic. She sound be retro fitting London 'dickhead' vintage clothes shops.
In my opinion her greatest skill, although a concern to the local raccoons and wildlife, is her archery.
Proudly displayed in her hall (that reeks strongly of leaking gas as an aside) is a split arrow. She claims this is her own handy work and holds your eye for a second too long as she confirms; "yes I did that I have a very good shot."
Eeekk, won't be coming round late with the rent so!


Ah what can I say, she's a legend!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Snow Fair, it's all gone!

It's official....Winter's over! We made it. Still alive, all twenty appendable digits present and accounted for!
I am actually vaguely sorry to see the back of the ole jack frost season. The snow was lovely. Standing outside one night with huge fluffy snow flakes falling on my face, we realised that back home the lashing sleeting rain is the equivalent of a slap in the face.
Snowflakes however are like tiny little kisses!

....much kinder than bitter Irish rain.
Irish rain says ...'heh heh heh standing at the number 3 bus stop for 40 mins in the cold looks like fun, would you like some freezing sideways rain to enhance your experience of Dublin Bus?"

Canadian Snow says..." Excuse me mam, you look like you are really enjoying this crisp cold winter evening.  Could I offer some special visual effects in the form of softly falling snow?'

 So although it was long and bone-chilling, it really was not that bad. It  was bright and polite and not damp like we're used to.My biggest regret is that we didn't take a photo of Oxford street covered in snow.
For three straight months the girls couldn't open their screen door to the back garden because of the solid snow drift that had built up against the screen door. Not one single pic of this 3 foot fire hazard. Woops bit of an epic fail on the photographic documentation front.

So here we are, and the sun is hanging around flirting with us....
But she is just teasing and just as you're reaching for the suncream and bulmers, she's gone and it's minus 3 all over again!
I went to a baseball game on Sunday and optimistically applied factor 30 for a day baking under the open dome roof..... eh no!
Needn't have wasted 2 squirts of Hawaiian Tropics, that stuff is pricey!




The baseball was....well another North American sports experience ticked off the bucket list!

With questionable signs and hats doing the rounds.Should we tell her and the countless others at the game the other possible interpretations of that statement?....

So, Wednesday Malaise has befallen me and the only option is to head around to our local for a pint of barbie! They replaced the beer tap with an old bald barbie doll, so even though they tell us every time I prefer ordering a pint of yer wan!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

A Plateful of Booze Helps the Skiing Go Down


Blue Mountain. It’s sounds like a summit in Lord of the Rings. 

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150112800927999&set=a.10150112800007999.294024.769962998

Ah boll*x turns out I can't copy the pics from facebook......
Didn't have the where-with-all to get my own photographic device so I guess I'll have to off-road her. 
Have to make do with my wild imagination and google images.

So just believe me...the photos are good and so was the trip.
If I had to commit to a visual representation of the group as a whole....
Wild horses......
Learning to Ski!

To begin it was a rough ole start to the day. A horrifically early 7.15am meeting time.
And I have nothing more to say about that experience other than...no!


I was too tired to observe life as it unfolded but I believe we all met, and went to the car rental place and apparently rented cars, and apparently drove the 2 hours to Blue mountain and apparently we were there.
Bit like this fella...


Baby slopes-R-us, we were all a relatively rookie crew when it came to carving up the slopes. So we took it handy and tried out the beginner ones. Now I know children have gravity and fearlessness and stupidity on their side but still it's embarrassing when they go flying by you, but that's a dangerous impulse to give in to. Don't think just because they can do it you can too. You will be injured!

At ease with our adult inability we toiled up and down the 11 degree angled slope until ready to move on.



But we improved and had a total blast of the highest order! The rain stopped and was coming down in lovely flurries of thick snow flakes. The main prob I had was my rented ski jacket had soaked through and I was frozen so had to pack it in earlier than desired due to fear of frostbite!
I apologise in advance for this plainly disgusting image......but i couldn't resist.

I recommend (if you have a sick sense of humour) image googling 'frostbite', you will return your dinner within seconds. Yuck!!!

A hearty day's skiing done, we got busy with the other important part of the trip. Apres-Ski!!!!

There was an incident with a dinner plate, but unfortunately for legal reasons and in reference to my client I can say no more......


The restuarant led to the pub which led to the club which led back to the apartments which, would you believe, led to a few calls from security!...


Feeling bit lazy to be honest, I'm feeling pleasantly fuzzy from 2 glasses of wine and no dinner so the fight just isnt in me. When I get my hands on some photos from the trip, I'll try and revisit. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnET4RKXx5k&feature=fvst
tune of the weekend!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

PaddyWhackery

As P-day approaches, it sets my mind wandering back to home. Could you actually beat Dublin on a sunny Paddy's day. That fresh sunny cold. Probably the first day of the year you have dared go short sleeved. But you brave it anyway because sure it's Paddy's day and if that's not an excuse to be freezing for the sake of looking nice then I don't know what is! Plus if you bring a coat you are in the 95 percentile that it won't make it home with you.

If anything I would go as far as trying to avoid even a handbag. Keep your belongings minimal and store in pockets and reliable friends. Chances are you can kiss the majority of your things goodbye.

But having no bag holds it's own challenges if you are trying to carry secret booze around.... where do you stash the six pack....


A further quandary regularly encountered is sunglasses. You desperately want to bring them along for the walk, the beer garden, the photos, the practical aspect of shading your eyes and lest we forget the coolio factor. BUT if you like your glasses, you will lose them. And that's a fact, Paddy's day revelries and sunnies are not a good match.

The big day arrives- you wake up. You're feeling excited and it's because you know you are going have a long, and fun day!  Almost nervous because it's open to anything- you have a rough plan but who knows.  So many people to meet or randomly meet and so many places to try and be.

This is where the mammy's come in...a massive, full frontal fry up with everything from pudding to extra toast because this could be it, the one and only meal for the day. Many a mighty man has been saved by taking this small step early in the game.

Hydrated, fed and full of energy...your phone starts to ring. The Paddy's day telephonic dance has begun. It should be mentioned here that now is the time to ensure your phone batt is at full capacity. Many a well-laid plan have fallen to the wayside as a result of a dead phone on this important social event. So charge that bad boy up.


I think it would be a prudent move to prescript all your texts into templates, that way you only have to select name and send. It's all the same anyway...
*******************************************************************
What's your plans?
Who's going?
Where you heading?
Where are ye at now?
Are you getting booze for later?
Any parties?
What time you going?
Who you with?
Are you at the bar?
Will you order 4 pints?
'x' just got thrown out.
I'm queuing outside...
Where are you now?
I can't find ya?
Gone for food.
Can't hear ya, text me!
Do you have drink for after?
Can i bring a few mates?
mash mashksfgdsngdksgdslkgsdg..... Sorry sat on my phone, where u?
ashgsahflasifgslfd- sorry im mouldy drunk and no longer monitoring my mobile!

Morning...hows the head?
***************************************************************


If the sun is shining the best move you could make is walk up the canal into town,


 
If you are well versed in Shenanigans you will have had the forethought to pack a few bottles of beer from the fridge at home for the walk in. This is the perfect opportunity to crack them open. But don't make a school boy error and forget the bottle opener. Dentists experience a major growth in sales from March 18th onwards...teeth are not for bottle tops.......

You may even feel a little overwhelmed by how pleasant Dub can be, day off work, sunshine, gang of friends, cold beer, family of swans...that's OK. Embrace it, take a seat on the grassy bank and watch one of your bowsie mates taunt and rile up a swan.

But don't get too comfortable...

you still need to wander along the already nostalgically pretty streets of Georgian houses en route to Pub number 1...










 and you slowly move from place to place, pint to pint, person to person until....
you have something that looks a little like this...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=au30c9ZMIPg