tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25496244144945905782024-02-07T17:58:09.381-08:00The Imaginary world of TaxiTaxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-30812263223049688502012-04-26T21:30:00.001-07:002012-04-26T21:46:18.473-07:00A is for April like April is to Lemons: Lemon Yogurt CakeOK first things first- I am covered with sugar syrup, and by covered I mean imagine those girls at those lesbian mud wrestling contests, now dim down the sexiness and made the mud something sweet and edible and you have me at this very moment. It is DISGUSTING. My feet are sticking to the floor, my fingers are glued to each other- and I can feel it between my toes...<br />
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You may be wondering why I am covered in sugar syrup, and no its not some weird perverted sex kink, and to those who like being covered in sugar during sex, well hey thats your business.<br />
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ANYWAY I digress, I am covered in sugar syrup because I tried my hand at making Lemon Yogurt Cake for my first application into the Sweet Adventures Blog Hop and Lemon was the chosen ingredient for this fine month of April. I used so much sugar. So much. My teeth want to kill me as much as my tongue wants to kiss me (yea! try thinking that one through)<br />
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But anyway this is my (slightly stolen from Ina Garten) Lemon Yogurt Cake.<br />
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1 1/2 cups plain flour<br />
2 tsp baking powder<br />
1/2 tsp salt<br />
1 cup plain full fat yogurt<br />
2 1/3 cup sugar, plus more for coating the outside of the cake<br />
3 eggs<br />
1/2 tsp vanilla extract<br />
1/2 cup vegetable oil<br />
1/3 cup lemon juice (preferably freshly squeezed, if not thats cool too)<br />
1 lemon<br />
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Preheat the oven to about 180C and prep a cake pan.<br />
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Sift together the flour, sugar and salt into a bowl.<br />
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In another bowl whisk together the yogurt, eggs, 1 cup of sugar and vanilla essence. Make sure that as soon as the sugar and eggs touch you mix them immediately, as one of the properties of sugar is that it can chemically cook the eggs :/<br />
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Slowly whisk the dry ingredients into the wet, and using a spatula fold the vegetable oil into the batter.<br />
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Pour the batter into the prepared cake pan and bake for about 50 minutes, or until a toothpick slid into the middle comes out cleanly. If your cake starts to get burnt at the top, but isn't finished yet you can always put some aluminium over the top, like so:</div>
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Meanwhile, slice up your lemon into teeni tiny slices, wrench out the seeds and fit them into a frying pan and cover them with 2 1/2 cups of water. Bring to the boil then leave to simmer for about 35-40 minutes, if you have to refresh the water to keep them all below the surface do so.<br />
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I digress: after the 15 minutes remove the lemons from their spa and place them on a wire rack over the sink. (Don't even think of putting them on paper towels to drip dry- they will STICK! and you will have to eat paper towel along with your candied lemons)<br />
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While its still warm, pour over the lemon juice and sugar combination and let the syrup sink into the cake (make sure you have a container underneath the wire rack!!) , I've also found using a brush and brushing down the sides of the cake with the syrup helps with the absorption. Let it cool completely. </div>
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SO fellas at the Blog Hop, I hope you enjoy (:</div>
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<br />Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-31227025186100016102012-04-26T00:03:00.000-07:002012-04-26T00:40:56.301-07:00Oh! O Bal Tan!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Guess what fellas? no seriously guess, and no its not I've finally gotten a life, and no its not I've finally moved out of home- though it is something similar I suppose...</div>
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IM IN SYDNEY! (insert happy dance here) </div>
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oh yea thats right, I've journeyed out from my baby city of Perth and ventured into the decidedly adult city of Sydney, triple the population and quarter the space- it feels like your in a moshpit just walking down the street. </div>
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Sadly however this trip couldn't be chilling out for a week, i'm a student, there's no such thing as chilling out for a week straight, I've brought all my novels and history books and text books with me (no shit, one third of my suitcase was made from trees D:) BUT I have found some time to enjoy myself by </div>
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1) omfg there's a cute little puppy sitting on my feet right now!! :3 </div>
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2) Being with the sis and her new hubbie-to-be and </div>
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3) going out to eat.</div>
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It seems that Korean food is a new thing for my now, Ninniku Jip and now O Bal Tan across the freaking country- its obviously a sign, someone hook me up for a Korean language class! But anyway, in contrast to Ninniku Jip this was one of those grill-it-yourself places, except with legit charcoal, none of that pansy gas/hot plate shit- this was the real deal. (also note: copper conducts <i>really</i> quickly) </div>
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However first things first, alcohol was to be provided (and not to be shot back, but to be sipped), this was soju (sojo?) something similar to sake, only Korean. <br />
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The mushroom salad thing (as seen on the far right) was amazing! usually I'm the biggest fan of mushrooms, so this might not mean much but man, so tasty. And the tauge was itself very good. My sister was telling me that she had made it herself once with an online recipe, that it was real easy and the flavours simple to combine, told me I should give it a try some time, I think I'm gonna believe her... the only time she's lead me astray was when she told me your meant to eat the paper at the bottom of the Char Sew Pow... *glare* </div>
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But seriously I think the main flavours of Korean cooking are as follows: Garlic... Chilli... that is all... maybe a bit of sesame seed oil.. THAT. IS. ALL (probably not)... but its so good! </div>
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But yes it was a wonderful experience, the food was not as good as i've had in other Korean BBQ restaurants (and they didn't have beef bulgogi (I mean whaaaat?)) which was disappointing and you did kinda have to hack at the beef until you got it to bite size pieces, and when it wasn't your turn with the scissors you kinda burnt the roof off your mouth trying to bite it into bite size pieces (maybe that was just me...) and price wise it wasn't to bad $35/head (and there were seven hungry eaters) BUT it was lovely I would definitely go back there again for the atmosphere, probably even just for the legit charcoal (and the missing fire blanket, no shit, the sleeve was empty :S)<br />
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Ninnikujip is a Japanesse/ Koren restaurant, leaning more to the Korean side of things. It was a tasty restaurant, a bit more expensive then I thought the food called for, but the service was comfortable, in that wow-I-just-want-to-hug-these-people-they're-so-earnest kinda way, and the atmosphere was chic and slick, bright colours and music videos in the corner- and we can forget the kiddies playground- thats right a KIDDIES PLAYGROUND in the corner O.o!!</div>
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I got the Ishiyaki Bibimbap- Pork, which (if you don't know your Korean food) is rice, vegetables and sliced pork served up in a stone bowl, there is chilli paste, kimchi, tauge and miso soup on the side/ to mix into the rice as one gigantic delicious pile of protein, carbohydrates, glucose and fat. </div>
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An interesting restaurant that I am excited to go back to, even just to try and sneak into the kiddy playground that I am far too tall to even worth putting in the effort to not get a concussion.</div>
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<br /></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-48598732540509570622012-04-15T18:05:00.003-07:002012-04-15T18:13:32.871-07:00Oh George!<div><br /></div><div>A few months ago I walked past this restaurant, George's Meze, when on the hunt for some ice-cream . Sadly George didn't have any fattening cold cream, HOWEVER it was put on my list of restaurants to go to because, well, hey I love restaurants and I love greek food, and George is a greek restaurant! So when my sister came for Sydney for 10 days to our lovely little town and I forgot to go shopping, guess where we went for dinner (;<div><br /></div><div>We got the Seafood Claypot pictured below:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0Xf5uOt9pcKl4Y5a8P_TvRUb3PoE2Rtwxxz1fv1qBWYSg5060Bd7D8s5rR3R-6F_R-qgGt1VXABfkshtjcZ1hmwBwrYGbS6SgCbc7Rj0VIO_9YwK7xiHfv8OqtFRirgXmaQ7PZm400w5/s320/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731461188918318418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>It was a bit too fishy for me, but not too bad according to the seafood lovers at the table...</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone else ordered the Moussaka, a bit plain- but very tasty in a simple way, definitely worth trying. </div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJIl4uCK-RrTmnwpwXay4xFhSvy1V2FPWLSYBxcC-y1Sg-Am9DZHoHknLA0P3LQGdic1T3kgcakOiSMzLEEkFFo7i5tYTR4_MxsF-UhVUd5WFL_v8dTS0ZDDfUKvtWFqEv4QwUI9wnIc2/s320/IMG_0669.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731461202384033474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>and finally I had the Snapper- Oh my lordy! it was great- fresh and tasty, the aioli on the side was a bit unnecessary, it added to a flavour that I thought was pretty good by itself.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kbEwahgDa-lXpqlJoELoQGArU9pIXa9qn_1LaCLr99i03qzy0sloVd3xRLKx6MSllBQ_pUroKKnGXHcKuMZRQyNRP9aLE-UxpwdVr-4XiGG9q673M0dWLEACOvKGItekFs3oMAs64Lf6/s320/IMG_0668.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731461193158916290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>And to finish off the night some good old greek coffee- I admit I probably chose it because it came in that awesome little coffee maker thing that I really need to learn the name of, more so then the taste as it is sweeter and thicker then I usually take it... but it also came with a small, potent hit of turkish delight that cleaned my palate after wards... </div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQMtFTX3lExcCbQO-pHh1IkvPuygF_ZRNDcOw6EFY65894rwlXMEz8QTg_u3dzxc_q_swMLATa3rqvu6GmM-RxfXP9fa-DoKtc-5u9LcrtLCTLjkm51OX03ZqIOVMg7mR95EAX20fK5la/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731461206640436210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></div><div>AND! if you're there on a thursday night, as we happened to be, expect two fellas to start being awesome with their stringed instruments, sadly I forgot to take pictures of that ):</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="George's Meze on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/1370311/biglink.gif" style="border:none;width:200px;height:146px" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Taxi xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0Xf5uOt9pcKl4Y5a8P_TvRUb3PoE2Rtwxxz1fv1qBWYSg5060Bd7D8s5rR3R-6F_R-qgGt1VXABfkshtjcZ1hmwBwrYGbS6SgCbc7Rj0VIO_9YwK7xiHfv8OqtFRirgXmaQ7PZm400w5/s1600/IMG_0667.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0Xf5uOt9pcKl4Y5a8P_TvRUb3PoE2Rtwxxz1fv1qBWYSg5060Bd7D8s5rR3R-6F_R-qgGt1VXABfkshtjcZ1hmwBwrYGbS6SgCbc7Rj0VIO_9YwK7xiHfv8OqtFRirgXmaQ7PZm400w5/s1600/IMG_0667.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-24511744631091257332012-03-25T02:14:00.006-07:002012-03-25T06:15:09.343-07:00Moping around at Melville Markets<div style="text-align: center;">To prevent the bad experience I've just had with Melville Markets young padawans, come close and listen. BRING A FUCKING JACKET! it gets freezing! and its not even winter yet! I had to steal my own clothes that I was selling to try and insulate myself. That was a sad, sad day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div>Checklist for a successful morning at Melville Markets </div><div>1. A warm jacket </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>.... Not check</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>2. One (or two) cup of environmentally minded joe<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIlIJCrSqK5iWr3XjRsU5H9w-W9MhhZqtN7a1r61Gfq35f6iMazhhIstPrmvfzQqo89xq4pSsImqdTaFEtEpIkwIiLNKUhNF_2w5AU_LxzHdd54zmxy0nxFzyLuFC08UmWvxUeQRRMpOT/s320/IMG_0616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723813011083037890" /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>....Check!</div><div><br />
</div><div>3. One crazy friend to keep you awake and help you carry all your shit</div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jUPg1zQEV53fgttJ9UUY8VLnG0LiviPnf1JwCdctDam3GKNXp6jSWo1q7c4BjP7zKrY8VYjWv_-qB0_8oN67QeJ5T6pexkB7iJF0dKlYMX1UlSBh9lwJrHyDuhmN0GkiK_1clMLklxdf/s320/IMG_0613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723814608220785378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); white-space: pre; "> </span>....Check!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">4. And finally you need all your shit.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br />
</span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;">Look! its so DARK!!!</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNS2StVpoTwhQdRjxgec22Tktp1jE3FQHyWajYVopCQemhT3_rHKyAxwiU77-q8GrEuw1-jGwVnFpb5Ah93x_2Os_lpiOG7Xid2_k-AN2_9eEhwyaPI8s3EgK99FwcIomSRcZyNe9UsN8n/s320/IMG_0614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723814615851227218" style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>...Check! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Phew! now that thats all done, you just have to sit back, not glare at your customers when they don't buy anything, and make up prices at the top of your head, and hello an extra $100 :D </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Also remember, don't start randomly singing- people find that scary and will not come into your carpark space ;D Take it from experience. (I can't say the same for if you bring a uke tho... hmmm) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Melville Markets, corner of Stock rd and Canning hwy, at the Coles carpark. $15 for a bay and it starts at 5 am, but some people have been known to sleep there overnight... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Taxi xoxo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br />
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</div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-6810929720990778192012-03-24T01:09:00.001-07:002012-03-24T01:09:56.037-07:00it was &apos;Almost Acoustic&apos;HQ! Friday night! it was almost acoustic night- and not too fucking bad. <br />
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I arrived late so I only got to see West End Riot- seriously if you ever want to see a good show check them out... and I know HQers may hate me for saying this but I think they're the best show that I've seen there, good music ( not as hardcore as usual) but fuck they were funny- even had a special song about the bassist's favourite thing in the world- take a guess what that was :p<br />
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The Main Attraction was headlining, because sadly Young Alaska had to pull out ): <br />
But seriously Main Attraction + acoustic FIT! surprisingly so, the leads voice was finally left out in the open to shine- her little 'barbie girl' solo was a particular favourite ;p <br />
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check em out <br />
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taxi xoxo<br />
<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfF-uASCYnMo7wYQ2-NOybLbQzg5cBnkqiU8aYlCzgxIPZLPlwn1ApBVl_vOaCUoTRxZ4k1E64vH1AbH2xW30zo8uYGUpKoH6-QSDLIz7p6XRe6cQEu_vEDeSMINWow6aqTQmu9WBWFqbD/s640/blogger-image-121535751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfF-uASCYnMo7wYQ2-NOybLbQzg5cBnkqiU8aYlCzgxIPZLPlwn1ApBVl_vOaCUoTRxZ4k1E64vH1AbH2xW30zo8uYGUpKoH6-QSDLIz7p6XRe6cQEu_vEDeSMINWow6aqTQmu9WBWFqbD/s640/blogger-image-121535751.jpg" /></a></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-15180196203023596122011-10-10T02:04:00.000-07:002011-10-10T02:31:30.774-07:00L+O+N+D+O+N- Borough Markets<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I... am in London. It... is amazing. I... am amazed. <div><br /></div><div>I realise that to some people, such as people that live in London, or around London, or can get to London easily, this is not as amazing. However to me, whom lives in the hot, red, southern Perth, where we have the population density of, like, 5% (maybe an exaggeration I have no idea) this is pretty awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div>However the flight over, not so much, I do like flying ( really I do) however when its 10+ hours I get a bit sore (doesn't help being 6ft tall either) </div><div><br /></div><div>But anyway, the other day, after getting a sufficient, maybe slightly longer then healthy sleep, me and my beloved sister went off to Borough Markets. Only one word can describe it "Awesome"</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmLDFpQa6qodp4zkMUWoS9MjNTx9_IUt9jJi37QJJKoQ05hflXeMkUoGhI4IDIOcjXuPMfdEFv5olv6OCYqvGHoD0mX978lJUI3FAfUtcSbyB8fChZnRKLt8hn6rIhuqz9l_nhBSmlpeA/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661790746790540674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There were mushrooms <i>everywhere</i>, and in so many different varieties! And not only at the Markets, but also just in the local Sainbury's, in Australia we really only have button and field, maybe others if you look harder.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPNri6XPw-7C-0R1GcSh5E2z_LCM695tir59QVbOuv5VIu9lIr2KiCWrEVkTBwHZZJcahMA7UKVcdeWwSSoXigKiuov6NS7r_9YscAPCFckZZmTFIHqbLv8Y5jQsopaKy7-s9hxNSwktB/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661790749734735650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And there was a fish monger, where the fish was so fresh that its didn't smell fishy! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianKyZkTm9-2QICQulwcNAtg-XxPTxJS4G2Ydzsg4g5-pkv1zddJQz-hPXYGE_t4IkjKEG3MojYO9XbKpKSz8hKWRh1wwhxnxtPsVD0OMvsLD3w9VFdbO0Yb6gEXFRxik0myG6AGzZoNez/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661790749302662530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And there was this scary thing staring at us. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2ENnPQRJaYC_pOBlX1tzJDE9a3xcVd9YDMGjVUbyNsmOIddyIB2iE1A3L9grGQyBdq0Igj3DzhfJBJvBaf3OoiL8UlzbcLBsg9V2A_1f-3BZaLuT16BNqBOtaVHCwDIQ7oG7FwYdPP4g/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661791111124864914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And awesome decorations, dead pufferfish...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCG5ImtVvKIxs2fTC-s3PwHw2srZ2VXByRojwiqSaF5PqX1TBRcuE7mXehXsoKCXTZcrDfcE_NSuzPA5fTdi2rT3m-Zp1lgZim4Dlm22UIcegKjGwNfaUV23OHPo5HOYyxKSxVuRggxGh4/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661790755927598642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And the butchers, I have an obsession with butchers... weird huh... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SJwGdVZeBMOgoq7KNSI8L9dJGsrohrFJsp-O_hIxMCE6Cdo4es0gw9ohSg6NpUkmZ3a5kwY3_qK-mYiajhIfHk77QfIngeeA32HhLLqG9qwbImoZboImUzSRlBc-Wpl4oph5zMIRv0L_/s320/IMG_0310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661790756612673970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Dried Chillies just chilling out on a door. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7dSgBli54viMtuo0enIXcrMdw9yvodZhCtZMTAazEoRerLzg_3F3O4HjYpq4Z-xFJdTTcs4wm0drcUoZPQIRj0xTF_2YccAM1IfWHMrBq-r3isSqBfql9KsjsrI39dj_0JX8F2a0etKK/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661791107009990338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and, what are </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>gourd</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span">?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">over all, if you go to London, go to Borough Markets, I mean, i found pickled garlic- never heard of that before- you can just eat it from the jar! </span></div><div> </div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-10170611921352398932011-10-01T08:46:00.000-07:002011-10-01T09:09:05.987-07:00Serious MusingsYou would think that everyone had a time limit, a limit that depended on their actions, their dreams, their lesson to be learnt in life, and maybe it also depended on how their end would affect the people around them, how it would teach them a lesson that would help those people in their lives, the people who glanced, knew, cared or loved them.<div><br /></div><div>A life and death of a beloved could teach you how to be loved, how to be happy, how to love, and in the end how to strengthen yourself and how to move on. These lessons are painful to go through, but what lessons aren't?</div><div><br /></div><div>Death has been lurking at my doorstep recently, and will come knocking again soon if things continue as they are, which they most likely will. And sometimes it so <i>hard</i> to watch the after effect of his presence, even worse to <i>anticipate</i> his return, all I can <i>hope </i>and <i>wish</i> so much is that in the end it all has a meaning to it- that there is some great lesson to be learnt in the aftermath of so much grief, dread and heartbreak. </div><div><br /></div><div>Who can see the fairness of a young, 20-something kid falling off his longboard and knocking his head the wrong way, effectively taking out any chance of his long awaited anticipated successful career as a professional longboarder, effectively taking a piece out of the people that knew, cared, loved and needed him in their lives. </div><div><br /></div><div>Who can see the fairness of knowing that your body is slowly dissolving into ash, that in five years you know that your immune system will kill you? Your youngest child won't even be 10. your eldest won't even be 15. </div><div><br /></div><div>Where's the fairness in watching your father die at the breakfast table when you were 11 years old, watch your mother die of a stoke covered in bed sores from the amount of time that she was <i>trapped</i> in her bed, only to find out a few months later that you are dying from the same disease that killed your father, realistically you have 2 years to spend with your husband and children, you will never have the pleasure of seeing your children marry, never have the pleasure of meeting your grandchildren, never have the pleasure of growing old with your husband. </div><div><br /></div><div>None of these people are me, but I belong to the group that can only watch, helpless as the people around you are slowly slipping further and further away from me. I hate being helpless. </div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-52214224738148339232011-09-29T06:31:00.001-07:002011-09-29T06:42:53.765-07:00Awesome Sauce! Literally, this sauce is awesome...Just a simple, dessert sauce that in my opinion goes best with plain ol' vanilla ice-cream, it will never steer you wrong. <div><br /></div><div>This sauce is so simple to make, so very very easy that if you didn't try it I would have to condemn you to the lowest, deepest, coldest part of Hell- oh yes thats right, Hell is <i>cold, </i>trust me. </div><div>But yes, *ahem* back on topic, Mars Bar Sauce. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>What you need:</div><div>4 Mars Bars</div><div>90ml of double cream </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>(</i>realistically you can mess with the measurements all you like if you want the sauce thicker on thinner, it all depends on how you like it.) <i> </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>And the hard part:</div><div><br /></div><div>Chop up the mars bars, (it'll help with the melting process) and melt them in a double broiler, or just a glass bowl sitting on top of a pot of simmering water. </div><div>When the chocolate is all melted and the nougat all gooey gradually add in the cream, stiring the entire time to make sure it doesn't burn at the bottom. </div><div><br /></div><div>And there you have Mars bar sauce, in absolutely no time, all you need to do now is make sure you have some ice-cream handy </div><div><br /></div><div>Variations include:</div><div>snickers/any other chocolate bar instead of the Mars bars</div><div>addition of brandy or a liquor for an extra punch</div><div><br /></div><div>again realistically this recipe is so simple that you can do anything to it, so do it, give it a try...</div><div><br /></div><div>taxi xoxo</div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-57500192772041067532011-09-28T04:44:00.000-07:002011-09-28T05:05:09.659-07:00These Suprêmes are Supremely... Seriously<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Julie and Julia, is by far one of the best movies I have seen in my life; and consequently has sparked my interested in the individual Julia Child (Julie Powell was just a bit too melodramatic for me ><). And in my obsession stage, when I saw her "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" two volume set, I simply couldn't help myself, however my bank account does want to slap me... <div><br /></div><div>And the first recipe that i've chosen to try is <i>Suprêmes de Volaille aux Champignons</i>, or in layman (aka english) terms, Chicken Breasts with Mushrooms, Red Wine and Cream. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was DELICIOUS, however I did mess with it a bit, I am ever terrible at following recipes... </div><div><br /></div><div>so here we are, Julia Child's <i>Suprêmes de Volaille aux Champignon:</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Ingredients:</div><div><br /></div><div>Le (la?) Poulet:</div><div>4 Chicken Breasts, or 2 large ones in my case.</div><div>a few drops of lemon juice</div><div>pinch of salt</div><div>pinch of pepper</div><div>Butter, alot. (ALOT) like 4 tbsp O.O</div><div><br /></div><div>Le (la?) Jus:</div><div><br /></div><div>5 tbsp of butter (however I just reused the end of the chicken butter, just adding a bit more if needed)</div><div>1 tbsp minced shallot, or spring onion ( I just used a small handful of green onions) </div><div>250g sliced mushrooms, or really however much you want in the sauce to mushroom ratio.</div><div>some salt, if you want</div><div>1/4 cup dry red wine</div><div>1/4 white, or brown stock</div><div>1 cup cream </div><div>salt and pepper</div><div>lemon juice, as needed</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5SQ1jmFliM9MhkqgKIPx3DPTUHtJlXkltHIDdZnHPttqQ0FPVZjmflVZdIrDvWsK57db0UNNMpxVTHY_JpzVp3s_AsZJimKvYzKU1yJTmlTiteuEoXrFAWjV4ZIdyhpWQckCAeJNj0qj/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657375924290745602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>(I forgot the wine >> and the stock completely until I was writing this up)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKzv2KIcoG12S1rZ-aWe1wmMdEiULWvgdqKu9S80Oh59HTwr4KxkqRViksaWnQJe3nzZLZ2rgL_OoJoeC_UJ7hrFZqirij4G2wakyT7wHU4JRYvjNuzVFGHiqOy8Y-Jf_9IGGj1l85Icg/s320/IMG_0287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657375932638383730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>And how you do it:</div><div><br /></div><div>Rub the chicken breast with a few drops of lemon juice, depending on your taste buds, and the salt and pepper. </div><div><br /></div><div>Heat the butter in an oven proof dish until foaming, roll the chicken in the butter, (from here i changed the traditional recipe, Julia's way-) cover the chicken in baking paper and put into a HOT oven. After 6 minutes touch the top of the breast, of it's still soft, its not done. You want it to be springy to the touch. Set it aside covered in al-foil. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88omrkHkVwmH1xwo-mINlBP_xqOrv9_xdZltIIrsCDFSIZ6BKcHzOH5QD6EmSe7hNSlaUeEvDJdzovIFVhtH4RIQiWv-J3pLQhKzmS1ZWyY5wNz8W4B7e9aVpU7TlFFDNeQMZtaDCE39m/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657375926794038130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Taxi's way- simply fry the chicken over the stove, until just done. DON'T over cook it because breast has a tendency to become <i>very </i>dry when over cooked. ( I simply found that, maybe it was my breasts, but it took 12 minutes for the chicken to be <i>half </i>cooked, I figured it would just be easier to fry it, because then you also brown the chicken, instead of having a pale white fillet to serve.)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, with the chicken to the side, if you need more butter melt it into the pre-used skillet, and add your shallots/ spring onions, and fry for a few moments, then add the mushrooms. Saute for a few minutes without browning. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgesZB-3XXUVnyh4wSKQivrl64YAyDTYQrZvCEQwAc6_XqKKN2Ml7WmZ-XIPm63WcnJ6zr5L5hwloD8FG_Ma3jChS1fP7bXv5WJDBRztxNr3730Twn-PrbtadJ23IxOk8V6HjsMkv90_9WR/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657375934827809618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Pour in the wine and stock on a high heat, quickly boiling the liquid away until it is almost syrupy. Then add the cream and boil until slightly thickened. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifH85fpg-qnn2cxXXNuzHmrs4dAzOBgOUDQyLOfE43THhiVEq4K224X8lWrXoXWH4LZMMzMkEkISXGzZYe5EAE9gD_JdfkDqZlSdcHeYy2tKbHn-Xf3dfWkqmd07aS868GemSfrLNtfpAY/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657376441650878786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Take your sauce off the heat and add salt, pepper and lemon juice as needed ( I was scared to add in the lemon juice (I mean whaaat?) but it's actually quite nice!) </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSnTbdmVwra0hMnRoQLW-3JQOeO0DWoFw3JbZDD9XX8B6ZolzQFCtA311BHb2E2Ehk0-0icQtcfQFVUnxRWsOrZGVARr_SKUd3inwDBmRoKVCvlTV0It1uFU77EbTfOfT_PEkgXc81ofx6/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657376448089057426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>serve over the chicken, or the chicken in the sauce, or the sauce in the chicken anyway you want really (: </div><div><br /></div><div> Taxi xoxo</div><div><br /></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-58108666690902994402011-09-28T01:26:00.000-07:002011-09-28T01:35:00.358-07:00To be, or not to be (afraid that is)How embarrassing is it, do you think, if you have dinner with your family at the place you work at? <div><br /></div><div>I seem to have this... thing... for lack of a better word of going to places where people know me... weird huh? for example y'know those coffee places that you go and they seems to now everyone's name and what they do and where they went that weekend... yea i'm not such a fan of those places... I just want coffee, I don't want to have to think of witty things to say at 8 am in the morning. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not to say that I don't like talking to people, I love talking to people... but I like talking to people that I don't know and will probably never see again in my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm weird hey... maybe its cause i'm part Dutch "I'm from Hoelland, isn't that veird?!" ( anybody seen Austen Powers here?) </div><div><br /></div><div>But yes, so behind my back my mother has booked a table at my work for dinner... I feel strange... I mean it'll be in front of my work colleges... with my <i>parents</i>... maybe thats just the teenager in me talking... but fuck man... </div><div><br /></div><div>But too be honest i'm also slightly excited about finally eating at Hippo Creek... i've always wanted to try the food after smelling it all night... this will be my ultimate chance (:</div><div><br /></div><div>taxi out xoxo</div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-3837271031218414892011-09-28T00:38:00.000-07:002011-09-29T06:19:51.980-07:00Inspiration and Crumbles<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJa6qjv8WnRPNYTzSkeDK8q4qlmKfyspRXPFbc2L5_9MXg_X94OfJYSWhtFl5OofWY1iF9OKKb7g3ktCATrWZhnJz03Jj1apvwzpXgrA6IXJfsrZkWAA0P3belFR2Eqdr_QIAxYenoFkI/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Inspiration, when found, is better then sex. And this guy, <a href="http://foodieatfifteen.blogspot.com/">Foodie at Fifteen</a> is inspiration; or too me at least. See me and him = same boat... almost, was in the same boat ( he has succeeded mostly) , but anyway he is the person that I want to be one day. <div><br /></div><div>He was fifteen when he started his blog, i'm sixteen; he wants to be a chef/ pretty much is a chef now, i'm starting my apprenticeship next year; he is a foodie, lo and behold I'm a foodie too! </div><div><br /></div><div>The only thing different is that he's a much better blogger then me, and he manages to find himself in positions that further his education and experience, I mean he meets the coolest people almost by accident. </div><div><br /></div><div>But maybe i'm just being jaded, because life is what you make it right, if i don't think i'll ever meet people then I won't right? or atleast that's what i've been taught... that could just be my hippie parents though :P </div><div><br /></div><div>But anyway, back to my main point, this guy, "Nick" i think his name is, is <i>awesome</i> and you wouldn't be harming yourself one bit by checking out his blog that i've tagged up the top of this post. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Also; today, driven by my hunger and desire to use up all vegies from the Subi Street Markets (still so in love with them all) I made Apple and Rhubarb Crumble; not the best creation i've concocted, I think maybe more butter in the crumble next time, or melted butter.... hmmm... food for thought (no pun intended)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway here we go! </div><div><br /></div><div>What you need: (in picture form) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42W5wLng0msmz9N3vcGpfvmlhhkk7opiTEEUX3Vv6f7ietprMWAppyL_Jx5XqPVSFzFcn5UzuydQaqR4IPJHc3EdKT1-K2TAnlXX_JdIQizwwDkssaUp3kiNQ061dLBIYEC-uDGERviXw/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657316972800658546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Filling:</div><div><br /></div><div>A few apples, I used 4 ( I got too excited and peeled the one on the end before taking the photo...oops..)</div><div>Rhubarb, I had two stalks, however in hindsight with 4 apples maybe use 2 and 1/2 or 3 stalks...</div><div>Sugar</div><div>Butter</div><div>Cinnamon (just a touch for flavouring) </div><div><br /></div><div>For the Crumble:</div><div><br /></div><div>Some Flour</div><div>Butter</div><div>Some brown sugar if you really want it... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Method:</div><div><br /></div><div>Peel and cut your apples, cut them anyway you like (I stood in front of the pan with a small knife and just cut any which way, however personally I like big chunky pieces)</div><div><br /></div><div>Cut up your Rhubarb, again anyway you like.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mean while, you'll need to melt some butter, a good chunk, with a nice sprinkling of sugar, stir them together. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9Ax2drrB_A0DaQkybo2YkpAEF-hx67OS_MFKq7vaCgGOpdO7XdGrU6KOsUgfW8zFUBc6l49t-ChansWXykTqM5bC1z5Nlf1JRyTmYQ2qhP0fyu0_xiQo0p6TVjHqMrPAuzeLeLPMz58D/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657316978487434002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>(side note: half my butter had melted by the time i'd taken the photo- so don't take my photo as a reference to the sugar butter ratio)</div><div><br /></div><div>Once all the butter is melted, and the sugar is incorporated, add your apple and cook it for a few minutes, giving it a good shake every now and then, next dump in the rhubarb.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-Z_hE-JOB4pFtoAVAQGkjs1ads1ALwk5fPQrtYK-CPrDXVIh0Hrb-F896mMMBC_BBvmRI7VUiY-cb9UiqDnud8yRqX5GZ2-PkhEssuHiuVbJaBHE1gGIEkt7qnAAIWbWSADCliaaMG_K/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657316981663395778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>stir that through with a sprinkling of cinnamon, now you'll just want to cook that for another few minutes until the fruits start to give off their own juices. Let them cool after that.</div><div><br /></div><div>While your fruits are cooling start making the crumble ( as I said before, my crumble didn't turn out to perfect, try and add melted butter instead and give it a shot- I know I will next time)</div><div><br /></div><div>combine all the ingredients in a bowl, then all you need to do is rub all of it together, till they resemble bread crumbs, adding each ingredient to the ratio that you think is right. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXXtgH1FudzeqbBidR0gZNLqaAGSTJTBK8SulyrB0WsD2obZ59yAobKr_qLz4xPKSJ0dDRqhUqmTz4_EDQqfx5UQAyUHxXGGfUrsZbBnAwUzDqP1TghU868J0_Du1M6WaASlntWF1Snig/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657316982474646578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>However if you are a wet blanket and don't want to get butter and flour under you nails (my god it's hard to get out) feel free to use a fork and the side of the bowl, using a press and slide motion, rubbing the butter and flour and sugar together. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUVRYt6s4hbumze2BoMyALUk0r2FtsCgUIRj7R6lXSv5vTsAGCA8435DrVPQSSURfQX-OB8rn0cwcNwYFQfv7l8bNIKHtkYEt6gGgv63hVIuMRP9C-QQwLbQX1LstH0W1SUojfmVmeHsj/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657319701558957538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I've just found out that i've been making crumble the wrong way my entire life, i've only been putting the crumble on the top! can you believe it? The other day, my friend came into the art studio with a home baked pear crumble from his darling mother, imagine my surprise when I took a chunk with my spoon ( we're teenagers, we don't need plates) and found out that she'd crumbled both sides! Top and bottom! It was a revelation, no longer will i have to hoard the top coating of crumble and annoy my entire family when they get only apple! it was amazing! .... ok so i just went on a bit of a tangent; but the moral of the story- layer the crumble! are you listening?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKioe_hHrcfby2jmlNFQWSvgggcS7Loy_H2JOfzuJBQ7jTnCRtWFUR-ke0JzBTG11ztNEyUBRK4ASONSwUX_8UVxmFZ5-XmZqz2Cy-38reyOKyzn4ahahwXG3DdCJL5jkZZiydzCf2rqtw/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657319704205051426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimv0kIdlsNNoVeRmoW_lvBtZt_zwENrJ5uGxi2T9ltCv7Wzt-LDoju6_wwPxitJvsUVcVzzey45I65lbi1Prg5iGmIqx71_RujSBCUR7rZWBqDeE9ibpJMo1qLLiOjn0AWReRv4QKKiyK/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657319704170559074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26DmTXPBcEPKpdCV9ADmV0u7mbSsDPhdYZ3agWW6tqXPftydczHyH7PKiBPhUGOFNgwtwwDaV9vMqk8wp9eyUwDD-YDeoSvB9x-heda0DwDPK2Njvaga6hBlWSwMUHiNz9jVITnoZFcUH/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657319708174729938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">(oh my god! double the crumble!) ( and you have to wonder why i've put on 3 kg lately)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>now you need to whack it in the oven, feel free to plop some butter on the top for the nice golden melty effect, at 180C for about 20 minutes, or atleast until golden, it shouldn't matter too much because your fruits are already cooked (: </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJa6qjv8WnRPNYTzSkeDK8q4qlmKfyspRXPFbc2L5_9MXg_X94OfJYSWhtFl5OofWY1iF9OKKb7g3ktCATrWZhnJz03Jj1apvwzpXgrA6IXJfsrZkWAA0P3belFR2Eqdr_QIAxYenoFkI/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657319708258461042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Mine didn't turn out as golden as i would have liked, and the crumble was a bit floury, so next time melt the butter, or just add more butter, or maybe if i added butter on the top before baking it... oh well only the next time will tell :P </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">taxi out xoxo</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-47301192817825957122011-09-26T05:55:00.000-07:002011-09-29T06:22:08.441-07:00Welcome to Experiment House!One place that you totally have to go to if you ever come to Perth, Australia, or god forbid if you live in this city already, one place you simply <i>must</i> check out is the Subiaco Markets- and take a word from the wise the earlier the better, in timing I mean, because boy after 9 am those lines get <i>massive!</i> <div><br /></div><div>But anyway, as I'm sure you can guess I have been recently been aquatinted with the marvellous Subi Markets, this Sunday in fact my family decided to be unpredictable for once in their lives and dragged me with them to the markets for a croissant and coffee from the La Galette De France. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course when I got there and saw the largest range of fresh fruits and vegetables i'd ever seen in my life, and for prices that were beyond reasonable, I stood there (embarrassingly) gaping like a fish for a good 3 seconds... </div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say I grabbed my parents and dragged <i>them </i>into Subi Markets, before going completely spastic surrounded my vegetables... My parent's could only look on with a confused, dazed look on their faces while I picked up vegetables left and right going "OMG its OKRA!", "the fuck? TARO!" "RUBARB! I can never find you anywhere!" "FENNEL! my LOVE!" "mmmmmm artichokesss...mmmmm..." and so on and so forth... </div><div><br /></div><div>We took a lot of vegetables home that day... and so now, I have a lot of vegetables in our fridge and with some not the faintest clue how to cook them... Okra, for example.... O.o whaaaat?</div><div><br /></div><div>And so this is where i've dubbed this week "Experiment Week"</div><div><br /></div><div>Day one: aka today </div><div><br /></div><div>On the menu this evening was a beef steak (yeah I know not very exciting but we had to use it up ): ) Stir- fried Okra with tomatoes, and Tempura Fennal with candied Chillis.</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. I stole both these recipies from the internet, the Okra just from taste.com, however the tempura fennel was from <a href="http://thekitchencrusader.blogspot.com/">The Kitchen Crusader</a>, whom I suggest you go check out.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Stir- Fried Okra with Tomatoes</b></div><div><br /></div><div>you will need: </div><div><br /></div><div>2 cups fresh okra, washed, trimmed and sliced.</div><div>1 large tomato, peeled and sliced into 8 thin wedged</div><div>1/4 cup spring onions, sliced</div><div>1 1/2 tsp lemon juice </div><div>salt and pepper</div><div>butter and oil to fry in </div><div><br /></div><div>What you need to do:</div><div><br /></div><div>Melt the butter and oil in a skillet or wok.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dump all the ingredients into said wok and toss around for a good 5-8 minutes</div><div><br /></div><div>(as you can probably tell i'm not too confident with this recipe, as i've never cooked, or seen anyone cook okra and am sticking to the recipe quiet closely, at least in relation to timing)</div><div><br /></div><div>I also realise that i forgot to take photos >.></div><div><br /></div><div>The end result: It...tasted good shall i say, the parent's loved it... however I felt like I was eating snot... literally, Okra has the consistency of snot... it wasn't too bad however...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Tempura Fennel and Candied Chillis</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>What you need:</div><div><br /></div><div>Fennel part:</div><div><br /></div><div>a large bulb of fennel</div><div>2 egg yolks</div><div>1 cup iced water</div><div>1 cup flour</div><div>pinch of salt</div><div>oil for deep frying</div><div><br /></div><div>Chilli bit:</div><div>1/4 cup sugar</div><div> a cup non-alcholic ginger beer ( or a cup of water and 1/4 cup of sugar)</div><div>2 large red chillies, that have been thinly diagonally sliced</div><div><br /></div><div>What you need to do:</div><div><br /></div><div>Fennel part:</div><div><br /></div><div>Heat the oil.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thinly slice the fennel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Whisk together the water, salt, flour and egg yolks into a batter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dip the fennel slices into the batter, and cook them in the hot oil. </div><div><br /></div><div>Drain on a paper towel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chilli Bits:</div><div>Put all the ingredients into a saucepan, bring to the boil, the let simmer for 5-10 minutes stirring occasionally.</div><div><br /></div><div>End result: OMG AMAZINGI'd never deep fried anything before so i think it turned out rather well thank you very much; fennel has a very strange taste might i say, it could almost be minty at times... you can;t have too much or it gets over powering. But the chillies, oh my FUCK! they were so good, adapting from Julie Powell "Candied Chillies are a revelation, I'm obsessed" (of course in the movie she says braised cucumbers but who cares about that) that pretty much sums up my relation to candied chillies at the moment. OBSESSION</div><div><br /></div><div>and beef steak is beef steak, just slather it in oil, salt and pepper and let it fry on a really fucking hot pan (:</div><div><br /></div><div>So hopefully over the next few days i'll be making a mango ketchup ( again from the lady crusader), a rubarb and apple crumble pie thing, i'm not too sure yet, artichokes with... something... maybe hollandaise sauce? homemade hollandaise sauce ;) and asparagus... and some other vegetables that i can't remember... </div><div><br /></div><div>anyway this is me </div><div><br /></div><div>taxi xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-41638087323501811082011-09-21T22:39:00.002-07:002012-04-15T18:45:29.663-07:00Getting Down and Dirty at Dirty Nelly's<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia;">There is one thing that I most in this world... well actually there are a few things, Dada's calling themselves artists ( I mean really?), sunburns (oh the pain!) and those people who prefer Mr Darcey to Mr Knightly ( I mean REALLY?) but most of all... most of all I hate the common cold, something of which I seem to get alot now a days ( I blame the constant exhaustion of my daily life at the moment). So yes, i was snivelling, and coughing, and head aches to the max ( don't even mention the impossible amount of snot that erupted from my small nose) and completely not in the mood to cook.</span></div><div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; ">So, in an effort to make my feel better it was decided we would go out for dinner, to Durty Nelly's in Shafto Lane ( this was probably not the best idea as I was close to collapsing and looking very stoned, as sick people do, the entire time, but we were to make the most of it).</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; ">Overall I did enjoy the pub very much, i'd been there once before, however since then they'd changed the menu ):</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; ">Durty Nelly's is a type of place to go to when you just want to chill with a smoke, a beer and some good ol' pub food. The staff don't hassle you, the music is something to sing along to, and when you sit outside, on the veranda, its gorgeous!</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; ">I had the Chicken Breast stuffed with eggplant, sun dried tomatoes, basil, somethings else, wrapped in prosciutto, on a bed of garlic mash and covered in olive jus. The only thing that i have to say is IT WASN'T DRY! I was so absolutely surprised, in a good way, totally worth having again.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpRsz7gtIM4khzJoHIyBNHcZCb_BdoaU9lPMmurzA2PLv3iXcqrhN2NM36dNCowPjVAVmaK5FHhw6iABM5ZCWBVs57LnjcBebZRb8NowrubsawlwtcmpEFekOLMPUxoDmoBGIICZTUMpy/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655054787882045746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; ">My companion had the more traditional pub meal, a steak of Rump with garlic mash, corn cobbs and Pepper sauce. Now I don't know about you but, corn cobbs? i don't really know about that to be honest... But it was good, though the steak was a bit tough ):</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilygV5uyFkwcSXg2Up6Si665i5P86irr-tq3StsH6iOikR5B62L6Mef8mtFrCcBSqCDyznIaRMgUe8wMfxw2Aag1YBpYcCY9YymZ-qXVAUBw19I00ybhLaCeI6WYmnf79D-sU2gIiaW3H5/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655054795512259394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div>and all was washed down by a nice pint of Heineken, and some lemon lime bitters, in true pub style, though maybe not Irish per say...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCsVzhQQKLu6YJsnZsshXdKkAyWkPIZPNA1NAvTxIYWiO-tHJ897Zx5qDKulAYOwF1e7SPFuzNw-SMC5ZFfnvtE0kX2BY2gsw2_r2QmNBn1JkTgO5bjMq8y5dyorBhyA8r_V-QOBWGXRz/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655054787765638818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Owjgyag0ps8Xeh1vV-kDssOEUwSV3VygDRMHZFybyxA_pFS3KAUAXjcIEVSgu9m96XhqnIyWi8wlu9OzTPji6wKvHBZnIUgMKq-wqq8JdI3laEAamuaer-6lgbI7R1Q7ExvXEuKkPS_O/s1600/IMG_0241.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Owjgyag0ps8Xeh1vV-kDssOEUwSV3VygDRMHZFybyxA_pFS3KAUAXjcIEVSgu9m96XhqnIyWi8wlu9OzTPji6wKvHBZnIUgMKq-wqq8JdI3laEAamuaer-6lgbI7R1Q7ExvXEuKkPS_O/s1600/IMG_0241.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Owjgyag0ps8Xeh1vV-kDssOEUwSV3VygDRMHZFybyxA_pFS3KAUAXjcIEVSgu9m96XhqnIyWi8wlu9OzTPji6wKvHBZnIUgMKq-wqq8JdI3laEAamuaer-6lgbI7R1Q7ExvXEuKkPS_O/s1600/IMG_0241.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;">Totally worth checking out, especially after work as they have Happy Hour after 5 pm (:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/338/1370243/restaurant/Perth-CBD/Durty-Nellys-Irish-Pub-Perth"><img alt="Durty Nelly's Irish Pub on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/1370243/biglink.gif" style="border:none;width:200px;height:146px" /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div><div>taxi xoxo</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-46611191989138399312011-09-16T21:58:00.001-07:002012-04-15T18:47:01.440-07:00TOAST!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIfHH7LYp25u7dKyGuzkfLtFMjrysao_artDD-sadRiQ0RnsUOM4hszgZnETvPM3_MZDxceSkwfyi1y2CsUU1iU5VbrJPmm6pkr0E-6dplF-Uur2foO0R-bBtT1_KwkkvhNa6NO_4zA01/s1600/IMG_0240.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>So this fine morning, we decided to go to Toast for breakfast, has anyone heard of this little cafe?... For those who live in Perth, and do want to go to this awesomely cute little thing its in East Perth, on Royal street, over looking Claisebrook cove (a truly calming site).<div><br /></div><div>The thing about Toast was that you need to know where to look to find it, that is its not really on Royal st, but if you walk down the stairs from Royal st and onto the cove area we found it by the mass of people that were sitting outside bathing in the spring sunlight. And a big crowd usually means that its good right? Yea thats what we thought too (: </div><div><br /></div><div>But really, it was adorable- the staff were friendly (and awesomely dressed ^^), the coffee was absolutely divine (!!!) and the food was...unique... to say the least, unique and pretty damn tasty too. </div><div><br /></div><div>What was also cute about the place was that it looked like someone had gone to the Paris flee market, bought a whole heap of shit (posters, cups, books, empty Ricard bottles) and sent it back to Perth to be a decoration in a cafe called "Toast" though I think it should be called "Baguette" instead to carry on with the french theme >< </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoI-VpCQhqqM7hPKm6dmtivqcFPs4ajJMjhKL3zhwjtHCoMaHF5WusUGrg_ArnCK6AFytA3ytX5NLBNx8u7dt9ZZjCuLg0lRX9InQvPpiRbMsu6LlZ2oikh7VgOAO-VFUgsaM0bIfTj25m/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653191419063022850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>(the only let down for me was the plastic Ikea cups... I don't really like to drink out of plastic cups if you get me drift...)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_Bxp3tBQanRM9A8r9Dv8Ylrg53wCstuowlFTmKGMWzWvIyx2UZlU8KuDm_7zKJGYCroxJgK8-lRjWUpjz7vv7yl9yM9PQniEgCtpaVbE3V9YcnfHjELqLA79KB5tQ6YGB6Anp3SIS5bC/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653191423443036610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>(ooooh and see a Ricard and a Martini bottle!! )</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsrCjN4NZeC55sEdghCtLIq1dl8Vu0mjkZ9GdqdxRF21dwTZ0HelFNlNW1h4P3MZ4A7_RrXFToH-GTmeQ4Kbs9ZySNs9dBclnj_DEmSbOMWlYCdov2jOIpWksSqAgyEc2J5I5DidBvAtD/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653191424379084642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div>And here we have (on the left) Crab and Dill omlette, and to the right is the trout pate on potato and parmesan bread with avocado and poached egg (: and you can see some coffee also THEY HAD MISMATCHING SAUCERS <33333 :D</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIfHH7LYp25u7dKyGuzkfLtFMjrysao_artDD-sadRiQ0RnsUOM4hszgZnETvPM3_MZDxceSkwfyi1y2CsUU1iU5VbrJPmm6pkr0E-6dplF-Uur2foO0R-bBtT1_KwkkvhNa6NO_4zA01/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653191429077895090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>And finally we had my main meal of the morning Avocado, poached eggs and hollandaise sauce atop yummy corn fritters. (this really amazed me seeing as i don't usually like corn too much... however if I could say one thing, after a while the corn did get a bit over powering just because there was SO MUCH OF IT... but besides that this get the thumbs up.) </div><div>not to mention i saw capsicum growing in the pot in the corner, i mean really capsicum? awesome! </div><div><br /></div><div>If your in the area you should totally give this place a try, its too darn cute to miss out on ^^</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>also this is my first time giving a restaurant review so... thats for reading (: </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/338/1473186/restaurant/Perth/Toast-East-Perth"><img alt="Toast on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/1473186/biglink.gif" style="border:none;width:200px;height:146px" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>taxi xoxo </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-33782423597826913492011-09-14T04:48:00.001-07:002011-09-29T06:23:03.084-07:00Creme Caramel!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWFusZLc9dcartSIG2YhOQaPCpjkD7qNML6V_FHiwm9UdTCJiw41g0sDyabi6f-W6o_NYY2GNy1m3nFWbSc7T8wgahZy2cik2GdBg4giIWXsu0jar-8aiWXCQKGAjrjqjdzwf1FnmTiin/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>wow... this has been a while... my dear apologies to those who actually read this every once and a while. :D <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>anywhoo today, on the bus home from school I was over come with the sudden urge to eat something really really sweet! (and really with my lit teacher The Sharpie talking about Red Velvet wedding cakes all afternoon, who could really blame me?) and since I'd become addicted to this awesome guy called The Aubergine Chef (seriously go check him out <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.theauberginechef.com">www.theauberginechef.com</a>, this is his recipe)</div><div>I thought I'd try my hand at making my own photo recipe post...thing....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>SO, this is what has been shat out of my wednesday afternoon (when I really should be doing homework due tomorrow...><)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>First! you will need:</div><img style="text-align: right;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBmjFvGl4YFx7BuGXaT59AxubPHwpRgzAsUQ-bczr999_ZM0XA9pFTZbRC9cXFCtF0UpBoX3Rn_SRTPIqzfrWu4BWJVnqWVgBBqaINjIqa1gcNI1J0BHKE5J4ALRgV9IXNpTsG9OMI_JA/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652184759090522786" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>milk - 13oz </div><div>eggs - 6oz (or just 3 large ones)</div><div>sugar - 3 1/4 oz</div><div>then some extra sugar to melt for the carmel bit (: </div><div><br /></div><div>( I haven't converted the measurements because I thought I didn't want to confuse them, like 13 oz is 384.45 ml, now who really want to pour that out to the exact measurement ><)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Second! what you need to do:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Put the extra sugar into a pot on the stove over a low heat and melt the sugar, giving the saucepan a good shake every once and a while to make sure it doesn't stick to the bottom and BURN!! This process is called "caramelisation" as my Food Science teacher continues</div><div>to tell me. Now make sure it doesn't get too brown, other wise it will just taste bitter, you wan</div><div>t a nice golden rich colour- I let mine get a bit too brown ):</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZpelskz1WpZvn8UW4Zq9eBKarFN4-NtPln5uxXf6dJEcQW3SgfJ_3qi9d1bOyET6H_VLYo8DzVdoQeKsvxI9ykzeMsMaSzq75Kqh1YkI6brovjjFtVt77baG788-ZbyAx4bZtq9M0_cI/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652185937557318562" /><div><br /></div><div>Once the sugar is nice and in a liquid state, you wanna pour it into an oven proof dish, suitable for Creme Caramel, and swirl it around the bottom and a bit of the sides, this makes the lovely caramel sauce over the top of the baked custard. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQJigpRxBCwAeIH7tsUlgD-2wPADa2M8Di5kOuUuWprhrHOpj9bmBw3FSG_ORMPzpo6-Hu3ggm-s5u3R6Tvm_ovARg7LhS-iRG7Wu5VOb7vj_uX-2i4DdfD1H26Rq1znwnzbu8H9bY16c/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652190815115091730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Next thing you will have to deal with is the heating of the milk, ( a very hard task i'm sure of) remember don't let it boil, just heat it to below the point. </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiELETH9M9OPw5801YZXW_t-kyJamvpExyjBJ_x8QPEwpvzv9EBGksAtVFP_cVrttSXCa2OwcYJXYhvCdcaZX48810e7Wp_Mj2qVE2zZuzshAs9KSH-rsFOEkN_NR3pWN4aCQeOr2YslfU/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652185941871561442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">With your milk slowly heating up, and your sugar setting up to the side now is the time to whisk the egg and sugar together to make a uniform consistency. But beware, you will have to stir in the sugar immediately or the sugar might chemically cook it, and sorry guys but the cooking process is coming up a bit later in this recipe, and if the egg is premature it will just be awkward on all of us (*seeedy eyes*) ( oh god there's something wrong with me if I can be dirty with chemically cooked eggs (oh god the images!!!)) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6r1hrpkPfrSeOA-aJ0oIYc20Yklh8reDHyT4klIiIRWtuSvje4wXqLcOLXpWhnSYWTZgSeQ74MlvVlJ1RgVB9PPeGE5f939yz-6GhJQmJ2qjeRPnt8u3vw28hijQfx2KG-xZUCWrBsEh/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652185939254966450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok so once your eggs have been whisked and your milk has been sufficiently heated you will temper the hot milk into the egg mixture, and 'temper' is just a fancy word for saying pour the milk in slowly at first while whisking the eggs at the same time, so as to make sure the whisked egg doesn't turn to scrambled egg because of the heat of the milk (man there are so many things that want to cook this egg! poor thing :3) </div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEpJRKb7QihkWwfsfKrkF8ixvVgUejDgS3nQXK-1nbps9a6DJBSG-m842qHlPvNKCPaTrFK4Vj5K6XjGbh5UiR7YJTZNutSBD692jdNgOR2-i3SN-qldgoSIt5wThFKFxL9BppTxl4IJq/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652185942839521906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>Once it has all been combined you can now feel free to pour it into the previously prepared oven dish that the egg will <i>finally </i>be legitimately cooked in. yay!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then you will want to put this dish into a water bath, that is put it in a bigger container and fill it up with hot water till half-way up the sides of the oven proof dish that we're using. </div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXsuZ8-vbDOxhIFRi6BP-rQUss2Z2CXM1DeV5Z9utmHqVRH2Tqn1mlzKHkmnf0N6hEQg2GkQR_UJ06LtocGwdv82_d9WbN0TmjMDLOT1EvwZ9xqgGChIhm06O_Tm1wUDD_mBSPpnkGWQK/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652190817358175074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div>Now all you have to do is shove it in the oven at 325F (or about 160C) for 30-40 minutes, this of course depends on the size of your creme caramel, but if you keep an eye on it i'm sure it'll be fine (: </div><div><br /></div><div>You can tell its done when, if shaken, the entire top has a uniform wave motion. When this occurs, take it out of the oven and let it cool. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once nicely chilled you can see that it will have set a bit, take it out of the water bath and run a knife around the edges of the dish and invert the custard carefully onto another plate, and voila! you have creme caramel! </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWFusZLc9dcartSIG2YhOQaPCpjkD7qNML6V_FHiwm9UdTCJiw41g0sDyabi6f-W6o_NYY2GNy1m3nFWbSc7T8wgahZy2cik2GdBg4giIWXsu0jar-8aiWXCQKGAjrjqjdzwf1FnmTiin/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652190821241897906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><br /></div><div>Now to the final and most important step, GET A SPOON OUT OF THE DRAWER AND EAT THE JIGGLY BAKED CUSTARDY GOODNESS!! omnomnomnom</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">taxi out xoxo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div> </div></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-37413199546022546962011-04-28T05:05:00.000-07:002011-09-29T06:23:47.731-07:00Roasted Lamb with Fig seasoning atop Pea and Potato MashOk- So I just made this up on the spot but I loved it so much that I thought it should be published here (absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I haven't updated in a few months >>) Anyway, its quick, easy and minimal washing up - which in my eyes makes it totally worth it :D<div><br /></div><div>What you need (measurements are all relative to how many people your serving, I'm sure you can estimate it ^^) </div><div><br /></div><div>Lamb, be it fillets, chops whatever you want.</div><div>Fig paste </div><div>Potatos</div><div>Peas</div><div>Butter (for the mash)</div><div>Milk (for the mash)</div><div>salt and pepper ( as you want it) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And how to do it:</div><div><br /></div><div>Bring water to the boil in a pot and add your Potatoes let them boil for a little bit, when they're almost done throw in your peas into the same water and let them complete the cooking process together like good little vegetables :P</div><div><br /></div><div>meanwhile, arrange your lamb on a baking tray, season with salt and pepper if you want, before chucking them under a hot grill... on my oven I put it to around 190C, but its really up to you (:</div><div>Let them cook on one side for about 4-5 minutes (this again depends on the thickness of your meat/ how much you want it cooked) </div><div><br /></div><div>When the beeper goes off, take the lamb out of the oven. Turn the meat over and spread the fig paste on the uncooked side of the meat, once done so put it back in the oven for another 4 or so minutes. </div><div><br /></div><div>By now your potatoes and peas should be done. Strain the veges, then mash up roughly- adding butter, milk and salt as you want. </div><div><br /></div><div>and then simply wait for the oven to go off and serve the Lamb placed on top of the pea and potato mash. </div><div><br /></div><div>Viola! and your done (: </div><div><br /></div><div>Taxi xoxo</div><div><br /></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-26359740829755416902011-03-25T17:26:00.000-07:002011-03-25T17:34:25.724-07:00Job job job job job :DIt would seem that I posted too soon- it turns out some people do want you in their business.<div><br /></div><div>Thats right, the unemployable Taxi has finally gotten a job- and at Hippo Creek to boot. </div><div><br /></div><div>For you non Perthians, and if you are from Perth you really have no excuse, Hippo Creek is a restaurant and wine bar located in three local destinations- Hilaries, Subiaco and Scarborough. </div><div><br /></div><div>Its african inspired so there are food such as fried croc, and emu steak, hmm maybe those meats aren't quite african but you get what I mean when I say that they serve exotic food that you don't see very often in usual restaurants. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, i'm a 'food runner' so thats basically a waitress that can't serve alcohol, because i'm under 18 (insert sad face here). Last night was my first shift, and so far it seems ok- the people seem nice and all- i'll just have to get used to the job itself- and my god i never realised just how heavy the plates are- may hands kept shaking whenever I tried to life them! </div><div><br /></div><div>But I am just ecstatic! I've always wanted to be a waitress so this is just...the Dream Job...well at least the one that I am able to have at this age (:</div><div><br /></div><div>Taxi xoxo </div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-41035354016442083612011-03-22T03:17:00.000-07:002011-03-22T03:30:47.232-07:00Grape Juice with....what!?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ok, very very immature of me- trust me I know... BUT this to me just has to be mentioned. <div><br /></div><div>Grape juice, absolutely delicious, best drink in the entire world. I scavenge my local asian shops just to find the (stupidly) tiny cans of sweet elixir... and this is when I came across this...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLRxVL4Ib_i1FNl4z6H3Jxl8-BGJuM6fA7CF_xHPsqN0Zaro4q2xpOPET_EA8H9vrfSJijhfpi-LRFemdO5EBt6tv6oM9YuumaYStSQN9fUIl7dW_Tx0uKKg9igRY4TifK4rk0Im7E5hR/s320/IMG_0153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586848433303792738" /></div><div>Lets just say I did a double take.... </div><div><br /></div><div>Its new....with Sac....lets say that though it did taste <i>delicious</i> I couldn't help but feel kinda weird as I drank it xD Gotta love asians ^^</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Taxi xoxo </div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-51393305849259194642011-03-19T04:26:00.000-07:002011-03-19T06:30:13.931-07:00On Finding JobsGood fucking lord- does anybody here know how damn hard it is to find a job? Actually I think you would if you've ever had a job. <div><br /></div><div>But seriously, I mean- you're broke, desperately in need of money aka a job, willing to do the shittiest job in town. So your wondering around the neighbourhood, checking out all the shops, hoping to god you will see a "worker wanted" sign in the window. You spend <i>hours</i> scoring the streets, then you see it- the sign. WANTED. </div><div><br /></div><div>and you run to it, like you run to an un-urinated-on drink fountain in the middle of summer, tentatively stepping into the shop trying to hide your absolute ecstasy at knowing that finally, finally, you will get some money. You make your way over to the counter and leave the acne covered (though still somehow hot) cashier boy with your resume, then turn dramatically and leave the shop, hoping that afore mentioned boy stares at you with something akin to attraction as you walk away.</div><div><br /></div><div>And for the next few days you make sure your phone is always charged, always right there next to you with the volume to it highest, waiting for the phone call that you knew was going to come. That you <i>knew </i>was coming- they did want you after all. But slowly one day turns to two, two turns to four, four turns to a week, slowly your hope begins to wither, turn brown and like all flowers in winter, die. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thats right you hope turns shit-coloured and dies, and you can't help but feel a little crushed that although the sign said "wanted" they just didn't want you. That whole experience does wonders for your self-esteem, and even greater is when you walk in that shop to get a coffee a week later and the boy<i> doesn't even recognise you. </i>Like I said absolute wonders.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, you hitch up your socks, put a piece of tape over your heart, and an even bigger one over your wallet, and try again, sifting through the streets for another "wanted" sign.</div><div><br /></div><div>and they don't call you again....and again....and again. </div><div><br /></div><div>I mean what do employers want these days? cause they certainly don't want workers- no matter what the pretty sign in the window said. But hey what can you do besides keep trying, your going to have to find money somewhere- just don't go into prostitution...actually (on a side note) the movies make it look so easy to get into prostitution (or drugs or anything illegal really) but in reality I would have no fucking clue where to start looking, maybe thats just cause I'm lame but I like to think I'm not so...</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway just a small rant about how people should only put up "wanted" signs when they actually want you, and more over about <i>how fucking hard it is to find a job!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Taxi xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-16746508765442780392011-02-24T04:45:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:17:53.199-08:00Be my PastryPal?I just found the best blog for pastries/desserts ever!...well thinking about it, not probably not the best of the best but it is definitely work checking out. The woman that runs it is hilarious, she incorporates her life into her baking and through baking into her blog, it is truly marvellous to read. <div>And for you Macaroon lovers out there ( I am shamelessly one of them) the lady has a free e-book about macaroons alone on her website, written by her. If awesome could be bottled...</div><div><br /></div><div>Check her out, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pastrypal.com">PastryPal</a></div><div><br /></div><div>taxi xoxo</div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-82403160179104864442011-02-18T02:00:00.000-08:002011-09-29T06:26:16.026-07:00Enochian- the language of AngelsMy obsession with languages has yet to leave me- recently I have begun to learn French- a truly romantic yet horribly sounded when spoken wrongly...and I have being speaking it very wrongly it the past few weeks- I never realised how bad it could sound when I was surrounded by native speakers. <div>But anyway there is one language that I would be ecstatic to learn, only for its symbolism, but alas it will never some to pass as i don't believe anyone can actually speak it. </div><div><br /></div><div>This language is Enochian, that language of the angels- or at least it is according to John Dee and Edward Kelley... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>taxi xoxo</div><div><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 448px" alt="" src="http://olhp.50webs.com/images/enochian.jpg" border="0" /></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-85113484422802404792011-02-18T01:49:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:19:42.953-08:00Mirror Mirror on the Wall<strong>Finally a story! :D...not the most original title I agree but I thought it fit :D </strong><div><strong>On an after thought maybe i should say that this is trying (and failing) to copy the style of Edgar Allen Poe- a most excellent writer if i do say so myself.<br /></strong><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt" align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Now that I reflect back on what had occurred, I realize I could never quite recall how this unimaginable, ghastly journey began. Nay, I can tell exactly how it happened, yet I am unable to diagnose the exact moment that my entire existence became my own customized hell. Was it when I discovered my legitimate identity? When I discovered my own disgusting actions? Or can the origins be pursued back to when I was a lonely child? Or perhaps it was when he pushed his way into my life- pushed as much as I begged him to enter. <?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I first encountered him at my favorite bookshop; I was seated in the centre of an aisle slowly digesting a marvelous compilation of theology essays. I was so captivated by the text that I barely noticed him until he was sprawled across my feet; my immediate reaction was to spring to my feet, helping the poor soul that had tripped over me, apologizes already gushing from my tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The gentleman stood with an elegance that I was instantly envious of, discarding my apologizes with a confident air. Once he had regained his balance, the man's golden eyes studied me curiously, lingering especially on the crumpled essays still clutched within my fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Are you a fan of theology sir?" the man enquired in a soft voice.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Oh, I suppose you could say that," I replied, "I'm more interested in what tales they come up with."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The gentleman's grin was luminous.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"I'm Lawson Milam." He thrust out a hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"William Mason." I received his hand firmly.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">And so began our friendship, our first conversation on the floor of my favorite bookstore, about the various gods of the ancient Incas. It was quite a vigorous discussion if I do say so myself.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The following two years were the finest of my life, I can declare this with absolutely, no doubt in my mind, and I recognize that my bliss had everything to do with meeting Mr Lawson Milam.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">In a minute space of time Lawson transformed into the twin I never had- and I really do mean twin. Lawson conceived me in a way I had never experienced, our relationship intimate like one could ever envision. He would know, truly, what I was thinking and I for him. It was one of God's greatest marvels our relationship was, genuinely astounding. He was my ‘true friend’, my friend that I would keep forever- I’d never beheld such a vision as this; never thought I’d acquire something so beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Albeit, over time my 'true friend' slowly disintegrated; it was slow, so slow that I almost didn't note the difference. Yet it was definitely present, he would be a bit harsher to the waitress, more judging towards a new acquaintance, impatient with children.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I remember the Lawson I first welcomed, and compared him with the Lawson of the present- there was an unbearably harsh contrast. Yet, curiously Lawson was just sweet and caring as he always was around me, but me alone. It was on the morn of a Wednesday however, that I genuinely comprehended how much my friend had transformed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Let it be known that I am a righteous man, a god-fearing man, I place justice deep in my heart and know it shall be delivered, either now or on the eve of the lamb's return. It is because I hold on to this so strongly that the Wednesday morn disturbed me to the core. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Lawson had brought me to our customary cafe; we took our usual seats- situated in the back corner, next to the window with an engaging panorama of the aged street. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I was staring into the tiny lane-way when I heard a sound akin to that of disgust emerge from Lawson's throat, my gaze translated to my dear friend.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Is something the matter Lawson?" I enquired; he didn't lift his stare from the man seated on the opposite wall, a regular at the cafe I recognized.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Lawson?" I hedged, as he did not answer me the first time.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">He lifted his gaze to look at me, "yes William?"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"What ever is the matter?" I questioned him for the third time, "Your staring is giving the poor man the shakes."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">In truth, the gentleman opposite us had yet to observe my friend's stare- but I’m sure if he did the intensity of it would give him night-horrors for evenings to come. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The only acknowledgment from Lawson was the shaking of his head, and him saying that he had no wish to discuss the matter, so I should just leave it well alone.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I frowned but shut my lips, knowing that Lawson would eventually expose his secret to me, so I sipped my drink turning to examine the street once again. I was correct in my assumption, as a few minutes later Lawson called for my attention.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"William, if you uncovered an abominable act, and you knew who was responsible- what would you do?" He started cautiously, his eyes subject to the swirls decorating his teacup.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The question caught me off guard, I pondered for a minute before replying to him, that I would try to uncover all that I could before reporting it to the law.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"I can't do that." I almost cut him off before he continued, "They already know- they don't care."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Again I was caught off guard, "They don't care? Lawson, what deed did you uncover?" I demanded. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Lawson tore at his lips before a word slipped almost silently past them, "Murder."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">All forms of speech had left me, I could almost not comprehend it, murder- and the law didn't care. At the time my mind was incapable of the thought of a man getting away with his evil deed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Lawson knuckled his eyes, "And the murderer is sitting right over there, sipping his tea like nothing ever occurred!" He pointed discretely to the man against the wall. "He murdered his entire family with absolutely no reason! He's a psychopath!"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">When I’d heard of his deed my blood rushed, roaring in my ears, my hands shook, spilling tea over the table- trying to contain my anger. How dare he? How dare he have a family and repay them with death? He was the unadulterated being of scum! Worse then the bottom of my shoe- and he had to be punished.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"He has to be punished," Lawson leaned across the wooden table, "And he has to be punished now- by us." He paused before continuing, "we have to kill him."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I stopped short, kill him? No! Then we would be more atrocious then him- there had to be an alternate way!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"He’s forced us Will- we must!" Lawson was quick to read me, "there is no alternative - he has to be punished!"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I shook my head viciously, "No! Murder is not an option! we'd be even worse then him! I dissent!"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Darkness overtook Lawson's features - it perturbed me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Will you need to understand- he needs to accept justice, and there is simply no other way. I will kill him, even if you are despicable enough not to help me."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The look in his eye terrified me, I’d never seen him that way, my blood froze. However the only thing I said was,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>"I will have no part in this." <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I quickly fled the cafe, not twisting back to check if Lawson was pursuing me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I remember being utterly horrified after that conversation, how could Lawson even perceive such a thought? I trusted him- thought I knew him, obviously I was mistaken. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I was still vertiginous from the shock a few mornings later when I noticed something out of place. I was sitting in the cafe when I realized the murderer-man was missing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I felt nauseous, and escaped the cafe immediately.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Needless to state that day was the most horrible of my life- I knew, in my heart of hearts that Lawson was responsible, so when I found the murderer's face on the front page of the newspapers I was anything but surprised, besides myself- but not surprised.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 28.3pt 56.65pt 85.0pt 113.35pt 141.7pt 170.05pt 198.4pt 226.75pt 255.1pt 283.45pt 311.8pt 340.15pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">It would have been more then a week before I saw Lawson again. He appeared on my doorstep, sad faced and apologetic. I asked his business with the door still between us, my face a blank sheet. Lawson fell on his knees begging me to let him inside, to forgive him because he was so very sorry. I folded instantly against my will and opened the door wide, letting him into my life once again. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">When he was seated in one of the armchairs- his favorite I remember, I asked him stiffly if he wanted a beverage, he refused softly, looking more and more like a kicked dog. I remember that fact annoyed me greatly- he was the one that had done me wrong. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I said this to him, he winced slightly in his chair, relentlessly I plowed forward inquiring again why he had come to me. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"I've come to apologize, I'm so, so sorry." Lawson looked defeated, "I'll never again do anything of the sort- I miss you Will. I hate it that you can't bear the sight of me."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Lawson, you killed someone! That can't go away so quickly!" I was almost shouting.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"But it can go away? Will I love you, you're my best friend I would be nothing without you, please forgive me, I have repented, I have done my penance!"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Our conversation went like so for quite a while, the sun was shining high when I let Lawson back in, it was low when I finally forgave him- however dull-witted the act may have been. That day was full of crying and shouting, harsh words and hugs- but in the end I realized that I had missed Lawson, I didn't really want to continue to live without him, to enjoy my life without him. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">That was when I saw it- blood. It was smudged on his handkerchief peaking out of his pocket. I ripped at the cloth, I began shouting again.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"What is this?! You said you'd repented! This is definitely not "repented!" <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Betrayal burned deep in my stomach, he hadn't stopped, the realization came to me so suddenly I almost swooned, he had done this to other people. I could feel the nausea rising in my throat.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Get out." I told Lawson quietly, "Get out- and I never want to see your face again."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">It pained me to say these words greatly. So when Lawson refused I started screaming again, my emotions fueling me; I slapped him square in the face before he finally edged towards the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wanted nothing more then to kill him at that very instant- I thought I knew him, I thought he loved me, I thought he was my true friend.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Lawson was at the door but before he stepped through I asked him "How many more?" <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">He turned to look back at me but only the back faced him, “I'll leave that you for to find out." <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">They were his final words to me before he slammed the door. I collapsed into a sobbing heap across my bed trying to bury myself in the covers as they turned dark, wet and salty.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I must have fallen asleep on my bed because the next thing I remember was be forcefully ripped from it. It was dark and but I could feel hands grabbing at my arms and legs, I struggled, screamed and shouted before a small colourful explosion went off behind my eyes and I remembered no more.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The next time I awoke it was to a throbbing headache, a metal desk and cold dark room. Naturally it scared me to wits end. Someone cleared their throat behind me, in my speed to twist around my neck cracked, the pain blinding me for a few moments. A man stepped into my view, his heels clicking crisply on the varnished floors. He was a tall man, dressed smartly in a waist coat and a blinding white shirt, and he was obviously police. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">His eyes were amazing I remember, almond shaped but had the most vivid blue buried within them, it felt like he could see straight through me. He continued walking around me, his heels clicking at the same intervals until it had the desired effect, my nerves frayed and me feeling like some kind of animal, he then took his seat at the other end of the table. The only light in the room was a drop light, situated directly above the table, it only gave off the bare minimum of light, and the man used this to his advantage, eerie shadows hollowing his face.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">On the table he slapped a file then asked me a simple question, "Do you know why you're here?"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The only answer I could give him truthfully was, "No."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">My answer seemed to aggravate him, "Yes you do. You sir, have been charged with the murder of over 5 different people- tell me, did you know that?" <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">His voice was menacing as his hands threw down five photos from the file on the metal table, each making a resounding slap. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I frowned, "Murder? Five people?" <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">At the time I was in shock, I was in a strange room, being interrogated and being accused of murder- my mind had yet to comprehend the entire situation.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">My gaze flicked down to the pictures.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">“Oh God" I gasped, one of them was the man from the cafe, and I'd seen the other four in the recent news, I remember being utterly scared at the way they'd been murdered, only their teeth could identify them as they'd been so disgustingly mutilated. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The man was talking again, I strained to listen past the blood in my ears. He pulled out a handkerchief, smudged with blood- Lawson's handkerchief. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I jumped up, "That's not mine!" I shouted, "And I didn't do any of this! - but I know who did." The words came tumbling out of my mouth too quickly for me to change them- I was about to turn Lawson in, the thought made me cold. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The inspector raised one cool eyebrow, "Do you really?" he questioned, "Who did it then if not you? We have witnesses and evidence all pointing to you sir."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">I shook my head, "No- I didn't do anything it was someone else, I knew him." I paused, was I really about to condemn Lawson, the best friend I'd ever had; yes- I knew I had to. "The person you’re looking for is Lawson Milam, he owns that handkerchief- and I know for a fact that he killed that man." I picked up the picture of the man from the cafe.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">The inspector froze at my words, looking at me questionably, "Lawson Milam did this?" he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Yes! I had nothing to do with it- I tried to persuade him otherwise but he didn't listen to me." I said to the inspector.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"What’s your name?" the inspector asked suddenly, the question caught me off guard. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"William Mason, I thought you knew that already."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Tell me, do you know what Lawson Milam looks like?" Again, this question also surprised me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Yes of course I've know him for years." I knew he was leading this somewhere but I just had no inkling where to.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">"Turn around for me, Mr Mason." <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="Times: ">Confused I did as he said looking into a mirror- but I wasn't in the picture. I wasn't anywhere on the mirror- I reeled back smashing into the table, shock coursing through my body. The only people in that mirror were Lawson Milam and the inspector.<o:p></o:p></span></p><!--EndFragment--></div></div>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-40241961126000817432011-02-18T01:46:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:20:42.782-08:00Texts take us on a journey to different worlds while encouraging us to reflect on our own<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 30pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><u><span style="Book: "><b>Texts take us on a journey to different worlds while encouraging us to reflect on our own.</b><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></u></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 30pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="Book: ">Texts take us far enough away from reality to be considered fiction, but not far away to not make a statement on our current world/reality. Or if statement is the wrong word then let me use question- texts make us question our own reality in a way that we probably never would have had we not come into contact with that particular text. The ‘good of society’ course showed us many texts that made me question my own reality, some of these questions were good, others not so good or very easy to answer. Thos essay will be showing some of the questions that were raised in the duration of this course, and will hopefully leave you with a few questions of your own. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 30pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="Book: ">The world of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">1984 </i>was bland, dark and miserable; the government was all powerful- watching the people 24/7. The society was kept submissive and blinded by its own social system/ hierarchy and more the 80% of the population lived way below to poverty line- and these are just a few examples. When reading <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">1984</i> you become so immersed in the book; you can practically feel the chains that Winston fights against chafing your own wrists, and when you finally put the book down- glad to be rid of the iron manacles you see that they are still there, they’d always been there- you’d just never realised it before. Most people don’t acknowledge it, but our current world is so similar to that of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">1984</i> when you look at it from a different light. George Orwell had littered his book with similarities trying to get our world to realise, to reflect, on just how close we are to becoming a society that functions like the society in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">1984</i>. The government has almost full control of our lives; we are under 24/7 watch by all the cameras on every street corner, our credit cards can say exactly where we are and when we were there, our home address, our telephone number, our job, our date of birth- all accessible to the government with a few taps on a computer keyboard. If they so wanted they could completely erase our very existence; our word for this is ‘identity theft’, the Party’s word for it is ‘vaporise’.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 30pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="Book: ">The Matrix</span></i><span style="Book: ">, instead of showing us a different social world, depicted a different world entirely; a different physical look, a different social system, a different mindset. Based in a world where over 95% of the world’s population has no idea that they’re in a computer simulated reality; after watching that text its not surprising that you also begin to question the ‘realness’ of your own reality. What proof do we have that we’re not just mental projections of our consciousness? Because really it does make sense doesn’t it; where do we go after we die? - back to the ‘the source’? And what about possessions- is that the devil, or the agents? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Matrix</i> targets certain beliefs and creates an explanation, one that actually fits with a little imagination. Coupled with the fact that everyone that was under was completely oblivious to the fact that they were simply human batteries provides that little bit extra- that little question of ‘how do we know?’ Most people would consider themselves Neo, but what if we’re really just those random people on the street that have no idea how stupid they are. It’s a horrible thought isn’t it?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 30pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="Book: ">Adding on from the last paragraph- the question of ‘do we really exist here?’ then comes another question- one that popped up in the text <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Island</i>- ‘if we do exist- what’s the purpose?’ Now, I realise that a lot of people have asked that question before- in fact probably everyone has asked that question at some point in their lives; however <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Island </i>brought up a rather dark theory on the meaning of life. The characters in the text are clones- their purpose in life was to die. The fact that the characters, which the audience forms a relationship to, have such a dark meaning to their life makes you question weather your own meaning is meant to be just as dark, or ever worse, no meaning at all. Because, think about it, this is the average human being’s life cycle; you are born, you grow up, you go to school, you get a job, you get married, you start a family, you retire, you die. Does that not seem a little pointless to you? One could think that its better to be used to save people- or better to be used as a battery to power something because at least then we’ll have a purpose that’s more then just continuing the Homo sapien species.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="Book: ">So really, I would say that texts do take you away from your own world- where you’re free of responsibility, of your teachers, your boss, your problems- they take you to a place where nothing is real, nothing is painful; except then they drop you back into your own world again and you realise that the ‘fictional world’ is actually not so different from your own. You’re left with the knowledge that your world is just as bad as the one that you’d left behind. Or maybe its not, because maybe your world doesn’t exist at all?<o:p></o:p></span></p><!--EndFragment-->Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549624414494590578.post-65039345891218889352011-02-18T01:39:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:21:25.632-08:00Lord of the Flies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/83/Lord_of_the_flies_poster.jpg/220px-Lord_of_the_flies_poster.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/83/Lord_of_the_flies_poster.jpg/220px-Lord_of_the_flies_poster.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is number 3 of my awesome Lit essays ;D <div>I would also recommend reading/ seeing Lord of the Flies before you read this essay.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><u><span style="font-size:15;">How does the Lord of the Flies relate to studies in psychology?<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><u><span style="font-size:15;"><o:p><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"></span></o:p></span></u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" >There are many different experiments that relate to the plotline of this movie, some of them include the Milgram experiment and the Robber’s cave experiment. This movie explores such behaviours as obedience, social hierarchy and Human instinct or we could call it the hierarchy of human need, and many other social behaviours which we will look at in this essay, this text is going to simply link experiments with they’re parts in the movie. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" >Humans are social creatures, and therefore have a need to be accepted and loved, one of the easiest ways of getting accepted is to act like the group that you want to be accepted by, this act goes by another name: conformity. The most well-known conformity experiment was done by Solomon Asch; He gathered a bunch of boys into a room to ask a series of questions- except for one all the boys were actors, and being instructed to say the wrong answer. The results would come from the lone authentic boy if he would give the obvious correct answer, or follow the social code and give the wrong answer. More often then not the person would give the wrong answer, and prove Asch’s conformity theory. The boys in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Lord of the Flies </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>did the exact same thing, it was either all for Ralph or all for Jack, they took social cues from each other to chose either boy. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><?xml:namespace prefix = v /><v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" preferrelative="t" spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"><v:stroke joinstyle="miter"><v:formulas><v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"><v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"><v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"><v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"><v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"><v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"><v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"><v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"><v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"><v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"><v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"><v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></v:formulas><v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"><o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"></v:shapetype><v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75"><v:imagedata title="maslow" src="file://localhost/Users/Taxi/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_image001.png"><w:wrap type="square"></v:shape><br /><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" > The fact that the boys did follow social cues, or didn’t want to stand out, can be linked back to Maslow’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Hierarchy of Human Needs</i>; as I said before humans feel the need to be accepted and loved. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" >However before that level comes the levels of Physiology, or in layman’s terms survival and the level of safety; after that comes love/belonging, esteem then self-actualisation which is the level of knowing who you are, and how you work. The boys in the text did go through this hierarchy, they went through it in order, first getting things to survive, then reassuring themselves with shelter and safety, creating a loving group (bar Jack and his group) where each boy had a place in. Most of them even made it through to the higher levels of the triangle, becoming the leaders and figuring out, or trying to figure out the problems in the society. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" >Another experiment that was very closely linked to this text was the Robber’s cave experiment. In this experiment two groups of boy, around the same age as the character in the book were left to their own devices in a isolated camp. The boys created hierarchy and took care of their survival needs, overall it was almost mirror image to what the children in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Lord of the Flies </i>had done, bar the murder. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" >Another role-play experiment similar to Robber’s cave and thus to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Lord of the Flies </i>is the Stanford prison experiment, where students got divided into “prisoners” and “guards”. The result recieved from this controversial experiment is akin to the plot line of the text. Basically when a person is put in a certain situation, they would act accordingly. For example Jack, fell into the role of defying Ralph and becoming the rebel leader, through out the course of the book Jack became more and more sadistic, and more and more power drunk. The Stanford Prison experiment had the same reaction, the guards would become sadistic and do things that would have never thought to have done if in their right minds. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" >Overall <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Lord of the Flies </i>is a very interesting book, its focus on human behaviour when left on its own is striking and unnerving. It relates to many experiments done in the psychology arena, experiments such as Robber’s cave, the Stanford Prison experiment and Maslow’s experiments. All of these describe a side of human nature that all of us know exist, but few wish to understand. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%">by Taxi xoxo</p><!--EndFragment--></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><b><br /></b></span></p><!--EndFragment--></div></div></w:wrap></v:imagedata></o:lock></v:path></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:stroke><br /><v:stroke joinstyle="miter"><v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"><v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"><v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"><v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"><v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"><v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"><v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"><v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"><v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"><v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"><v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"><v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"><v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"><o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"><v:imagedata title="maslow" src="file://localhost/Users/Taxi/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_image001.png"><?xml:namespace prefix = w /><w:wrap type="square"></w:wrap></v:imagedata></o:lock></v:path></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:stroke>Taxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01174130629914989352noreply@blogger.com0