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About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.
Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.
Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.
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e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson
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Belly
For all your foodly needs, consult (and send in recipes to) Belly. Everything organised in neatly categories such as Family recipes, Reader Submissions, Savoury - cold, Savoury - hot, Sweet - cold, and Sweet - hot. “Good food for and by idiots, if you will,’” brought by the Orbyn cult. Not much meat though, but one can always add that oneself if needed.
crap in the meat
Allegedly, some people have poisoned meat in a store (link in Swedish) here in Uppsala. They’re not sure yet though, so the possibility of it being a hoax still exists.
But as a meat-eater, I’m offended by the mere thought. Leave my meat alone. I don’t cover your carrots with arsenic just because I don’t like how they taste or how the farmer grows them. I too would like my pre-meat to be healthy and live a good life, they’ll taste much better that way when they arrive on my kitchen table.
Since this is probably zealots we’re dealing with here, I’ve seen no other alternative than to speak a language they understand: those animals were destined to die. Both the Pope and Mau Tse Tung say so in a joint press conference. Oh, and when you eat vegetables, you steal food from the animals and force them to starve. You animal murdering lunatic — unlike us, you don’t even have a reason to kill them.
Big fish eh... is it a fish?
Great. As if I didn’t have a fear bordering on to fobia for open water before. A squid you might say, just a squid. No, it’s a huge squid, with beak and hooks that teh scientist believ can be used to maul whales. Maul whales. The squid makes the shark in Jaws IV look silly. Which isn’t that hard because it is a very silly movie with an even sillier monster.
So, I’ll stay in the shallow end of the pool. Okay? But if you catch one, let me know how it tastes.
(Via China Miéville in the Runagate-Rampant mailinglist)
Forget coffee
Hold the horses! Someone on the Dragaera mailinglist actually made Klava from the Issola recipe and it tastes good? It works? Right now, said person is experimenting with different types of wood chunks (not to mention the use of a chainsaw to produce said chunks.)
Has anybody else tried to make klava? I suspect that certain types of wood with certain types of coffee beans would be very appealing...” — Jason D.
I think I must try it.
Always food
Why is it that everytime I sit down by the computer when it’s getting a bit late and thinks “I’m going to read newsgrousp/weblogs/choice C,” there will always be someone who brings up food.
This time it’s worse: Helena brings up chili. I’m getting hungry here, it’s soon 1AM and I’m not going to go out and cook something. I refuse. But I’m hungry — and I want to eat food. Damnit.
Update: You know it’s really bad when the stomache begins to make sounds that could come straight from an old C64 game.
Tomato sauce
- Pour the contents from a can of squashed tomatoes into a pot. If it looks anything like it did for me, you might have to add some water in case you don’t want it to be all tomatoes and no sauce.
- Put the pot on the stove and crank up the heat for a minute or three.
- (Update 4/2) Slice fresh muchrooms and fry them in butter until they have colour. Then throw them into the sauce.
- When it is hot, turn it down to low heat and let it bubble a bit with a lid on.
- Add a tablespoon of Sambal Oelek. In most cases this is enough.
- Then use a little bit of salt, cummin, chilli, pepper, and curry — but for Christ sake don’t over do it. Stir around. Taste.
- Turn up the heat a notch or two and wait three minutes. All in all, it should be finished within ten minutes.
- Serve with pasta and vegetables. Eat.
In case of more people, add water and squashed tomatoes. I doubt you have to add more of the spice. That tablespoon of Sambal Oelek alone makes the whole thing pretty strong.
Food and text - an unhealty symbiosis
When catching up on rec.arts.sf.fandom — catching up = download lots of headers and then flush everything out but 300 or so messages — I learned something. If it’s late, don’t read things where the subject header is “googlecooking” or for that matter, anything with food. If you do, hunger will follow.
I happened to do this. Again. Just as previous experience tells me I got really hungry, but at least the time isn’t 3:00 AM this time. Having said that, this will explain why I’m trying to quench my stomach by drinking gallons of water. It’s not really working. In a way it is, but I found myself draw a silly image with food as the major theme. Food and water. [image]
It didn’t help that someone posted a recipe of something with rabbits in it. It looked good. No, better than that really. I wanted to run out and cook it right away. Two things stopped me. Number one was that I didn’t have a rabbit. The second problem was that I didn’t have rabbit number two. These two but very related problems put a stop to an otherwise damn fine plan.
No, I’d better get back to catching up. For some reason the messages keep on growing as new ones are posted. Who needs a life?
Beer of the month club
I had totally missed out on this service. Although I like beer quite alot, the idea of a Beer of the Month Club. As I was over and read Goats — the best, if you ask me, morally dysfunctional comic-strip of all time — where Real Beer had banner for their Michael Jackson’s Beer Tour. Obviously it’s a beer of the month club. The banner had the following words: “Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, but guys want beer in the mail.”
Now I ask you, who trusts the postal service to the degree that they send beer by mail? I don’t. I remember how the goons at the postal office manage the packages and let me tell you, it’s not a pretty sight.
To pull a quote from South Parks first season that actually is both relevant and true: “Hey, look out son, that’s dangerous! You’re gonna spill your beer!” Just the though of wasted beer makes me cringe and I have to fight the urge of running out in the snow naked and scream “Why God? Why?!”
What I try to say is don’t waste your beer. Save it, hug it, and if it gets really horrible, you might even have to call it George.
There was an accident
I burnt my hand today. Burnt it on a string of spagettios. At first it stung and then it got worse. It’s disfigured, scarred and ugly. I recon small children will scream when they see me, point at my hand and run away with tear-soaked cheeks. They will be traumatised and afraid to walk outside the door, afraid of the horrible monster that lurks out there.
Panic, raw and unjust, will ensure when my hideous claw is shown, on purpose I might add because that’s the kind of guy I am, in public. They will point and stare, unable to hide their disgust.
Well. Almost anyway.
(I wonder which of the four food groups spagettios actually belong to: salt, sugar, caffeine, or beer?)