Daly did a post. It's been a while - which made it a little more difficult for this blog to be about her blog...
Anyway it was "seven things people don’t know about me that I don’t want them to know."
So here it is - short and sweet as we promised.
1. Daly's been grey since she was 10. (If you don't know that, you don't know Daly).
2. Her eyes change colour - from chocolatey brown to light hazel. She prefers chocolatey (who wouldn't???)
3. She can't hide her feelings. Can't lie.-And her voice raises when she lies.
4. She can keep a secret. (Respect; and true)
5. She can't spell (no one I know can, I blame the Irish education system)
6. She's a paranoid crazy.
7. She fell down a staircase, during an interview. She was applying to work at Penneys at fell down the stairs and was mortified and in genuine pain but tried to pretend she wasn't in pain and laugh it off. She didn't get the job.
Hmmm so I guess we should join in. Seven things about me that I don't tell peeps.
I won't lie.
What's the point if I do this and lie?
I did like Daly's choice to put up 1 truth & 2 lies. Real friends would know the truth.
1. As a child I loved wearing my swimsuit but hated for it to get wet. So there are soooo many pictures of me at the beach completely naked. Soooo many.
2. I used to eat my cornflakes dry. Also wheatabix. Yup - you know that race to eat dry wheatabix. I nail that.
3. I have previously been reckless with water, fire (ok cigarettes) and once, water and fire at once -that's all you're getting.
4. I survived on one meal a day for 3 months. I have never looked better, though I had a glint in my eye that suggested I might murder someone for a bar of chocolate.
5. I love notepads. All of them. But mostly pretty ones, different ones and quirky ones.
6. I got suspended from school (age 14) for stealing a bell off a nun. I stole it, dismantled it and threw it into my garden in 3 different directions, never expecting to think of it again.
-I got caught and had to find the 3 pieces, while my mother watched me-livid. This is not a woman you want to see angry.
7. I really really really wanted to do well in my masters and I didn’t. It’s one of the things I hate the most about myself. I never minded before because I never made an effort but when I finally did, it turned out I wasn’t smart.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Cinema Drinking....
You know what is underestimated.....cinema drinking.
it is a secret undercurrent happpening in our cinemas at this very minute people....well maybe not this very minute caus it's a bit late but it definately happened earlier....how do i know......???cause i.am.a.cineama.drinker.....and proud of it.
i mean what film cant be appreciated more with a spot of vino?
and u also get to make friends with people called dave...or brian...a fellow cinema drinker,with a facial piercing who was definately way uncooler than myself or my companion but still we were united in that brief moment of cinema drinking.
in these recessionary times,one has to be practical. but one can go to the cinema and be merry. The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is cinema drinking.
i sampled a fine sauvingon blanc in the cinema whilst sampling the tasty delights of Thor, previously known as kim from home n away. Also spent quality time with my returning compadre, and even got in a phone call to the Dalster.
What are we but mere shadows if we do not have our friends beside us......friends and cinema drinking.....they complete me.
it is a secret undercurrent happpening in our cinemas at this very minute people....well maybe not this very minute caus it's a bit late but it definately happened earlier....how do i know......???cause i.am.a.cineama.drinker.....and proud of it.
i mean what film cant be appreciated more with a spot of vino?
and u also get to make friends with people called dave...or brian...a fellow cinema drinker,with a facial piercing who was definately way uncooler than myself or my companion but still we were united in that brief moment of cinema drinking.
in these recessionary times,one has to be practical. but one can go to the cinema and be merry. The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is cinema drinking.
i sampled a fine sauvingon blanc in the cinema whilst sampling the tasty delights of Thor, previously known as kim from home n away. Also spent quality time with my returning compadre, and even got in a phone call to the Dalster.
What are we but mere shadows if we do not have our friends beside us......friends and cinema drinking.....they complete me.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Best Chocolate Biscuit Cake - trust me
I loved chocolate biscuit cake as a child. I did notice something different about the chocolate biscuit cake that we had in my house and the ones that you could buy. Mum's tasted nicer but the ones in the shops had more chocolate. Anyway as you know (I'm presuming it's taking over your, TV, Radio and internet too) Prince William of UK and Kate Middleton will be having chocolate biscuit cake at the wedding and McVities released their recipe. So myself and Ms. Carroll decided to give it a go- not the best. Sorry but it's true. I know cake and that was weak, it tasted like a chocolate biscuit... Yes I know many of you may think that's the same thing; or even what you may want from chocolate biscuit cake; take it from me - it isn't!
You want a chocolate biscuit, you buy a chocolate biscuit, as the meercat would say "simples!"
So the real chocolate biscuit cake took five tries, but we have perfected it. And annoyed the whole Carroll household by plying them with fatty foods; also created a rumor that we're pot heads (as it happens neither of us are- not against it, just not my thing). We managed to be saying "O my goooodddd, this tastes sooo good" and have chocolate all over our faces, so I mean- it's fair.
So we started with the recipe in the paper and it wasn't a cake it was a giant chocolate biscuit, which is cool but didn't complete our task.
So we tried again with darling Mammy Reflections recipe. It was ok but it wasn't cakey enough. It didn't have the requisite fudgey texture. It was more a collection of coated biscuits in a yummy goo, with more goo on the bottom of the pan.
So then we tried three more cakes in one night. yes it was crazy but it had to be done!
We started with Mammy Reflection's recipe, but we put it in the fridge for an hour. Yup it became fudgey and solid enough that we put it in the cake tin and it was fudgey all the way through not just in a (albeit delicious) lump at the bottom.
The other two cakes were because I was thinking (lying on my bed and suddenly this jumped into my head) -what if I just heated condensed milk and melted some good dark chocolate. So we took half a can of condensed milk and put it in a saucepan over a medium heat and then added the chocolate and stirred it and added some biscuits and voila! It was fudgy and amazing but I had half an open can of condensed milk and half a bar of 70% cocoa chocolate.
-What's a girl to do?
Throw them in the microwave for 1 minute and yup you guessed it, it was the exact same, you have to stir it really quickly after to get rid of lumps but that was more fun then anything- then add the biscuits. It's ready pretty much immediately.
It isn't really chocolate biscuit cake; it's fudge biscuit. Maaannnnn I love fudge biscuit.
Amazeballs.
The Revised Mammy Reflections Recipe
12 oz rich tea biscuits (at your discretion maybe 3/4 of packet)
1/2 lb margarine
6ozs castor sugar.
6 teaspoonful of cocoa powder
2 eggs
Method
melt marg & sugar do not boil,
remove from heat & add beaten egg.
Break biscuits into small pieces,
Add choc sauce to biscuits & mix well.Put int fridge for hour (in mixing bowl)
One last stir.
Put into dish to set for 12 hours (that's pretty generous but basically make it the day before).
You want a chocolate biscuit, you buy a chocolate biscuit, as the meercat would say "simples!"
So the real chocolate biscuit cake took five tries, but we have perfected it. And annoyed the whole Carroll household by plying them with fatty foods; also created a rumor that we're pot heads (as it happens neither of us are- not against it, just not my thing). We managed to be saying "O my goooodddd, this tastes sooo good" and have chocolate all over our faces, so I mean- it's fair.
So we started with the recipe in the paper and it wasn't a cake it was a giant chocolate biscuit, which is cool but didn't complete our task.
So we tried again with darling Mammy Reflections recipe. It was ok but it wasn't cakey enough. It didn't have the requisite fudgey texture. It was more a collection of coated biscuits in a yummy goo, with more goo on the bottom of the pan.
So then we tried three more cakes in one night. yes it was crazy but it had to be done!
We started with Mammy Reflection's recipe, but we put it in the fridge for an hour. Yup it became fudgey and solid enough that we put it in the cake tin and it was fudgey all the way through not just in a (albeit delicious) lump at the bottom.
The other two cakes were because I was thinking (lying on my bed and suddenly this jumped into my head) -what if I just heated condensed milk and melted some good dark chocolate. So we took half a can of condensed milk and put it in a saucepan over a medium heat and then added the chocolate and stirred it and added some biscuits and voila! It was fudgy and amazing but I had half an open can of condensed milk and half a bar of 70% cocoa chocolate.
-What's a girl to do?
Throw them in the microwave for 1 minute and yup you guessed it, it was the exact same, you have to stir it really quickly after to get rid of lumps but that was more fun then anything- then add the biscuits. It's ready pretty much immediately.
It isn't really chocolate biscuit cake; it's fudge biscuit. Maaannnnn I love fudge biscuit.
Amazeballs.
The Revised Mammy Reflections Recipe
12 oz rich tea biscuits (at your discretion maybe 3/4 of packet)
1/2 lb margarine
6ozs castor sugar.
6 teaspoonful of cocoa powder
2 eggs
Method
melt marg & sugar do not boil,
remove from heat & add beaten egg.
Break biscuits into small pieces,
Add choc sauce to biscuits & mix well.Put int fridge for hour (in mixing bowl)
One last stir.
Put into dish to set for 12 hours (that's pretty generous but basically make it the day before).
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Canadia Land
Well it feels like forever since I posted. But basically here's the lowdown on the life of reflections.
I went to London and worked on a workshop for a really brilliant play. THe actors were amazing and it was really a lovely experience. I was all happy and the day after this ended I went off to Toronto to work on the play I've worked on for nearly 2 years. I got to Toronto to be told there are some major problems with the show and then the next day received a text to say that the show was cancelled... yeah.
So now I'm in Canada with time on my hands. I've been filling my days with well internet and doing things I've never done before... this is like ummm driving on the wrong side of the road. Driving automatic, it's easy but a little unnerving and my left foot has never felt less loved. I saw a moose crossing sign a real one it was on the way to North Bay, another thing I did, going to North Bay. I made souffle from scratch. And I played bingo and won $14 which was great cos I got to shout "BINGO!" admittedly I wasn't the only person, ergo the $14. I ate at Swiss Chalet, it was lovely, I wasn't wild about the sauce I heard so much about but you know the rest was nommmm sooo yummy! I bottled wine, that was fun and educational. I went to the fresh water spring and gathered water (this was for making wine). I bought a mac not sure what I'm supposed to do with the two free stickers of the apple symbol... It is so lovely and I'm typing on it right now. I went into the Canadian Shield... no not some computer game but a giant formation of rock that was cool and imposing and surrounded the car on the way to and from North bay (by the by if you like sushi the best I've ever had was in North Bay, holy moly the tempura in the dynamite roll was still crispy, it was to die for).
Needless to say, I've been drinking lots of wine, and vodka, vodka courtesy of duty free at O'Hare airport and wine courtesy of the fabulous Carrolls, who make their own, ergo I bottled...
And well now I'm off to take a walk through the lovely town of Uxbridge to buy a notepad/copy to write on, then I'll do some writing and then figure out something new to do today.
Any suggestions?
I went to London and worked on a workshop for a really brilliant play. THe actors were amazing and it was really a lovely experience. I was all happy and the day after this ended I went off to Toronto to work on the play I've worked on for nearly 2 years. I got to Toronto to be told there are some major problems with the show and then the next day received a text to say that the show was cancelled... yeah.
So now I'm in Canada with time on my hands. I've been filling my days with well internet and doing things I've never done before... this is like ummm driving on the wrong side of the road. Driving automatic, it's easy but a little unnerving and my left foot has never felt less loved. I saw a moose crossing sign a real one it was on the way to North Bay, another thing I did, going to North Bay. I made souffle from scratch. And I played bingo and won $14 which was great cos I got to shout "BINGO!" admittedly I wasn't the only person, ergo the $14. I ate at Swiss Chalet, it was lovely, I wasn't wild about the sauce I heard so much about but you know the rest was nommmm sooo yummy! I bottled wine, that was fun and educational. I went to the fresh water spring and gathered water (this was for making wine). I bought a mac not sure what I'm supposed to do with the two free stickers of the apple symbol... It is so lovely and I'm typing on it right now. I went into the Canadian Shield... no not some computer game but a giant formation of rock that was cool and imposing and surrounded the car on the way to and from North bay (by the by if you like sushi the best I've ever had was in North Bay, holy moly the tempura in the dynamite roll was still crispy, it was to die for).
Needless to say, I've been drinking lots of wine, and vodka, vodka courtesy of duty free at O'Hare airport and wine courtesy of the fabulous Carrolls, who make their own, ergo I bottled...
And well now I'm off to take a walk through the lovely town of Uxbridge to buy a notepad/copy to write on, then I'll do some writing and then figure out something new to do today.
Any suggestions?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Wilde Things
It turns out (and this is what happens when you drink and blog)that I wrote two blogposts and didn't press publish.... DAMN!
Anywhoodle I shall update now. Fresh as a daisy and stuck in a house that's waiting for carpets. So well it's hard to go back and rewrite what's gone before. I'll tell you about yesterday. I met up with Musings, we had our wings (not the spicy wings but the buffalo wings, they're so much better and in their special Jack Daniels sauce... delightful! Anyway we had them with some cocktails, many cocktails, the drinks cost more than the meal. We had Long Beach Iced Tea, if you haven't had one of these get thee to a TGI Friday's - stat! Delicious drink, it had vodka, rum, gin and lemon tequila... with a dash of cranberry that's a real drink, so we had 2. Then we had a 77 Sunset Strip, that was... well it was a shirley temple but with same alcohol as the L.B.I.T. and it was super sweet. As in, I'm sweet toothed and I found it too much. So we went back to our auld dependables. Then when we got the bill and I dished out the last of the money I have (that's not a joke or an overexageration we were enjoying ourselves and didn't think about the money side of things) we left thinking ok we'll have one more drink (on Musing's card) but somewhere else. Then I made a joke, "What about up there?" pointing to the Westbury. We laughed and then Musings looked at me with a certain glint in her eyes, "I have a credit card... pay later??" So off we giggled to the Westbury, in our skanky clothes surrounded by glitter and pazzazz. Seriously the clientelle other then one woman didn't seem put out but the staff just stared. The waitress really expected us to do a runner. In my defense I'd been looking after a baby all day and then had travelled from the North (a different country so I was just tired and not in the mood to be at my best, Musings was straight from work).It really is a nice place though and then we looked at the menu, and ummm they were expensive (I'm unemployed) it was 16 yoyos... yeah for one drink, which was served in a martini glass (not even to the brim), with a little mint leave floating prettily on top.
We sucked the mint leaves hoping to get the full amount of the alcohol, cos it was 16 big ones each. We also considered taking the glasses, they were grey goose, so I mean the hotel got them free, right? But we refrained (Musings really wanted some more renumeration for the price of the cocktails). But the thing is the cocktail was called 'Wilde' yup like the wonderful playwright and the man who famously enjoyed and advised people like us to live beyond their means... so we did.
It was worth it, even if I can't afford to buy milk for my tea... As I said to darling Musings "We were made for that life, it sadly wasn't made for us"
Anywhoodle I shall update now. Fresh as a daisy and stuck in a house that's waiting for carpets. So well it's hard to go back and rewrite what's gone before. I'll tell you about yesterday. I met up with Musings, we had our wings (not the spicy wings but the buffalo wings, they're so much better and in their special Jack Daniels sauce... delightful! Anyway we had them with some cocktails, many cocktails, the drinks cost more than the meal. We had Long Beach Iced Tea, if you haven't had one of these get thee to a TGI Friday's - stat! Delicious drink, it had vodka, rum, gin and lemon tequila... with a dash of cranberry that's a real drink, so we had 2. Then we had a 77 Sunset Strip, that was... well it was a shirley temple but with same alcohol as the L.B.I.T. and it was super sweet. As in, I'm sweet toothed and I found it too much. So we went back to our auld dependables. Then when we got the bill and I dished out the last of the money I have (that's not a joke or an overexageration we were enjoying ourselves and didn't think about the money side of things) we left thinking ok we'll have one more drink (on Musing's card) but somewhere else. Then I made a joke, "What about up there?" pointing to the Westbury. We laughed and then Musings looked at me with a certain glint in her eyes, "I have a credit card... pay later??" So off we giggled to the Westbury, in our skanky clothes surrounded by glitter and pazzazz. Seriously the clientelle other then one woman didn't seem put out but the staff just stared. The waitress really expected us to do a runner. In my defense I'd been looking after a baby all day and then had travelled from the North (a different country so I was just tired and not in the mood to be at my best, Musings was straight from work).It really is a nice place though and then we looked at the menu, and ummm they were expensive (I'm unemployed) it was 16 yoyos... yeah for one drink, which was served in a martini glass (not even to the brim), with a little mint leave floating prettily on top.
We sucked the mint leaves hoping to get the full amount of the alcohol, cos it was 16 big ones each. We also considered taking the glasses, they were grey goose, so I mean the hotel got them free, right? But we refrained (Musings really wanted some more renumeration for the price of the cocktails). But the thing is the cocktail was called 'Wilde' yup like the wonderful playwright and the man who famously enjoyed and advised people like us to live beyond their means... so we did.
It was worth it, even if I can't afford to buy milk for my tea... As I said to darling Musings "We were made for that life, it sadly wasn't made for us"
Monday, February 21, 2011
Pense & Pensitivity.........
Spending quite some amount of time of public transport these days, I tend to have become increasingly pensive.......this is not helped by the fact that I have a selection of rather depressing tunes on my ipod........
So, my last trip up on the train I became once again quite pensive. And I thought about how my life had turned out, and how different it has actually turned out from the life I thought I would have by now. I thought back to my nine year old self, hating the world, thinking everybody was against me, being dramatic........and I began to think what my nine year old self would think......at the time I was sipping a cappucino, whilst munching on a granola bar on a train to my Law job in the Capital...... I very much doubt that as a nine year old I had heard of the words cappucino or granola, so I would imagine that my nine year old self would be impressed.....even at a young age I had high illusions of grandour......
Also I thought back on my week, which had been exceptionally eventful.
To start off the week there was Vagentine's Day, which would be an amazing start to any week! It also involved me drinking waaaaaaaay too much wine with my comrade reflections, staying up waaaaaaaaay too late and eating crap......best.Vagintine's.day.ever.......though this also meant that Tuesday was spent trying not to puke at work and avoiding the urge to fall asleep at my desk. This also meant that I was in bed by 8:30 Tuesday night.
Then when I thought things couldnt get any crazier, I got asked out on a date, by a real person, not just a figment of my imagination, a real live boy...............and not just a boy that was pissed as a fart, trying to grope me or lob the gob(not that there isnt anything wrong with that, some of my finest romantic moments have involved these elements)but someone who was sober, who saw me in my work clothes and not my usual PVC catsuit that I wear out at the weekend.........
And then to satisfy myself and reflection's thirst for culture we went to an awesome play on Thursday night, God of Carnage. It had one of the best puking scenes since Team America......for me, nothing says culture more than puke.
And to top it off we pooled our cents together and went for wine, which led to a very blurry walk home for me as wine plus the fact that I need to get my eyes tested does a blurry walk make.
I wish every week could be Vagentine's week......................................
So, my last trip up on the train I became once again quite pensive. And I thought about how my life had turned out, and how different it has actually turned out from the life I thought I would have by now. I thought back to my nine year old self, hating the world, thinking everybody was against me, being dramatic........and I began to think what my nine year old self would think......at the time I was sipping a cappucino, whilst munching on a granola bar on a train to my Law job in the Capital...... I very much doubt that as a nine year old I had heard of the words cappucino or granola, so I would imagine that my nine year old self would be impressed.....even at a young age I had high illusions of grandour......
Also I thought back on my week, which had been exceptionally eventful.
To start off the week there was Vagentine's Day, which would be an amazing start to any week! It also involved me drinking waaaaaaaay too much wine with my comrade reflections, staying up waaaaaaaaay too late and eating crap......best.Vagintine's.day.ever.......though this also meant that Tuesday was spent trying not to puke at work and avoiding the urge to fall asleep at my desk. This also meant that I was in bed by 8:30 Tuesday night.
Then when I thought things couldnt get any crazier, I got asked out on a date, by a real person, not just a figment of my imagination, a real live boy...............and not just a boy that was pissed as a fart, trying to grope me or lob the gob(not that there isnt anything wrong with that, some of my finest romantic moments have involved these elements)but someone who was sober, who saw me in my work clothes and not my usual PVC catsuit that I wear out at the weekend.........
And then to satisfy myself and reflection's thirst for culture we went to an awesome play on Thursday night, God of Carnage. It had one of the best puking scenes since Team America......for me, nothing says culture more than puke.
And to top it off we pooled our cents together and went for wine, which led to a very blurry walk home for me as wine plus the fact that I need to get my eyes tested does a blurry walk make.
I wish every week could be Vagentine's week......................................
Friday, February 11, 2011
Vagentines Day.......
No, that isnt a misprint, this blog post is going to be about the wonderful creation that is Vagentines Day, a day dedicated to the vagina.
Think of it, instead of spending the 14th of February feeling shit, and in fairness it doesnt matter if you are single or in a relationship Valentines Day causes untold misery(its not just me being bitter)we could spend the day honouring the vagina. And it can be celebrated by everybody, single or coupled.
Instead of Valentine's Day cards we could have Vagentine's Day knickers with heartfelt messages for the vagina. Instead of chocolates we could have chocolate sauce or instead of going out for dinner you could, ahem, eat in..........
The vagina, where life begins........ why hasnt it had a day of celebration before now?
I was going to write a blog post on Valentine's Day, a hilarious anecdote on what me and reflections were going to get up to so I didnt end up throwing myself under a bus..... which involved us drinking wine, playing strip cludeo, discussing vintage vodkas........the usual. But then, what would make the day so much better, drinking wine, playing strip cludeo AND paying homage to our lady gardens.
Also, something happened today which made me realise that life is too short to waste time being bitter about Valentine's Day......something really shite which gives u a sense of perspective, ya so I have a broken heart but there is real shit going on out there.
Ultimately, life is a cunt.
Ergo, Vagentine's Day........and the circle of life is complete.
After the really shit thing happened today I felt aged........ its the type of thing that only happens to grown ups..........I was confronted by the fact that I too am a grown up.......
And then along came Vagentine's Day........I may now be a grown up, with grown up dilemmas to face, but at heart im a waster who loves drinking until she cant feel feelings anymore and who comes up with stuff like Vagentine's Day....
Now, where does one find a tandem bike and a bottle of wine at this stage of the night?!
Think of it, instead of spending the 14th of February feeling shit, and in fairness it doesnt matter if you are single or in a relationship Valentines Day causes untold misery(its not just me being bitter)we could spend the day honouring the vagina. And it can be celebrated by everybody, single or coupled.
Instead of Valentine's Day cards we could have Vagentine's Day knickers with heartfelt messages for the vagina. Instead of chocolates we could have chocolate sauce or instead of going out for dinner you could, ahem, eat in..........
The vagina, where life begins........ why hasnt it had a day of celebration before now?
I was going to write a blog post on Valentine's Day, a hilarious anecdote on what me and reflections were going to get up to so I didnt end up throwing myself under a bus..... which involved us drinking wine, playing strip cludeo, discussing vintage vodkas........the usual. But then, what would make the day so much better, drinking wine, playing strip cludeo AND paying homage to our lady gardens.
Also, something happened today which made me realise that life is too short to waste time being bitter about Valentine's Day......something really shite which gives u a sense of perspective, ya so I have a broken heart but there is real shit going on out there.
Ultimately, life is a cunt.
Ergo, Vagentine's Day........and the circle of life is complete.
After the really shit thing happened today I felt aged........ its the type of thing that only happens to grown ups..........I was confronted by the fact that I too am a grown up.......
And then along came Vagentine's Day........I may now be a grown up, with grown up dilemmas to face, but at heart im a waster who loves drinking until she cant feel feelings anymore and who comes up with stuff like Vagentine's Day....
Now, where does one find a tandem bike and a bottle of wine at this stage of the night?!
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