Now you know, I make no secret of my misanthropic tendencies. Though sometimes I can't help wondering if life could be easier and happier if I were less anti-social. What is it like to be able to shmooze effortlessly with others, you know, flitting from small group to small group without self-consciousness? Why do some people find it so easy to slap another on the back with hearty greetings?
Maybe I could pray that God would change me and help me be more sociable. Then a thought occurred to me. This isn't beyond God, but He is very likely to achieve it by training me i.e. putting me through situations requiring social skills. This means meeting lots of strangers, again and again!
NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!!!! Why can't He just zap me and change my DNA or something? But I don't think He will. He doesn't work like that. Never mind then, even Moses had to ask for a spokesman, and that didn't stop him from becoming a national leader, right.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
A Digging Rabbit
Spot the rabbit...at least, spot the rump if you can.
Sometimes I am tempted to splash out on an Oxbow Hay cave or other interesting toys for the rabbits, but why bother? Simple cardboard rolls and boxes keep them entertained for hours.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Rabbit whispers
The rabbits are behaving in a suspicious manner, whispering conspiratorially behind a box. They think they can't be seen, but there is no hiding those ears! What are you up to again?
Plot discovered. Blackie stays behind sheepishly but Whitty runs off, kicking her heels.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Easy char siew in my Happy Call pan
Ok, my next attempt with the Happy Call is significantly better. I made a healthy version of char siew - with less honey and oil. The pork collar meat was seasoned overnight with oyster sauce+sesame oil+dark soy sauce+fish soy+pepper. Then I slow roasted the meat in Happy Call, taking about 20 minutes. It oozed a pretty amount of juice again (think this is a characteristic of Happy Call), but this time round, I thickened the meat juices with flour and turned it into a dip for the dish.
The HC pan's pressure cooking makes the meat lovely and tender. After that, I brushed on just a smudge of honey and put it on high heat grill for 1-2 mins to get the charred, smokey effect. Easy huh!
Yes your eyes didn't lie, this char siew is brown, not red. Why bother to artificially colour the meat?
Monday, March 19, 2012
Psalm 4
Hear me when I call, O God of my righteousness!
You have relieved me in my distress;
Have mercy on me, and hear my prayer.
How long, O you sons of men,
Will you turn my glory to shame?
How long will you love worthlessness
And seek falsehood?
But know that the Lord has set apart for Himself him who is godly;
The Lord will hear when I call to Him.
Be angry, and do not sin.
Meditate within your heart on your bed, and be still.
Offer the sacrifices of righteousness,
And put your trust in the Lord.
You have relieved me in my distress;
Have mercy on me, and hear my prayer.
How long, O you sons of men,
Will you turn my glory to shame?
How long will you love worthlessness
And seek falsehood?
But know that the Lord has set apart for Himself him who is godly;
The Lord will hear when I call to Him.
Be angry, and do not sin.
Meditate within your heart on your bed, and be still.
Offer the sacrifices of righteousness,
And put your trust in the Lord.
Rabbits nosing around
Having seen me use the washroom in the yard, the rabbits know that there is an interesting place (to them) behind the door. Whenever it looks like I am going to open the door, they would bound up and stand beside me so that they could go into the washroom and nose around. Hey you bunnies, don't trip me up.
Whitty on stand-by, waiting for me to open the door.
They have managed to kick the door open a few times and had a field day inside, getting their paws all wet and hiding in dark corners.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thoughts on taxes
This is going to make me sound like a scrooge.
I seem to be reading about new increases in public expenditure every day - more funding for social welfare, subsidies for more people in more areas of their lives. Funny that all the largesse never seem to satisfy the vociferous demands for more. It is well and good that we are such a compassionate society, but I am expecting my tax assessment in the mail any minute, and can't help wondering what the bill is going to be.
Before you stone me, I'm not one of the 1% super rich. Just a working girl paying off my mortgage.
I seem to be reading about new increases in public expenditure every day - more funding for social welfare, subsidies for more people in more areas of their lives. Funny that all the largesse never seem to satisfy the vociferous demands for more. It is well and good that we are such a compassionate society, but I am expecting my tax assessment in the mail any minute, and can't help wondering what the bill is going to be.
Before you stone me, I'm not one of the 1% super rich. Just a working girl paying off my mortgage.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Black Pepper Steak in Happy Call
V wryly observed that to cook steak well, one should probably be colour-blind :(
Cold Storage was selling such wonderfully cheap and attractive steaks, so I bought a pack home. As it was the first time I tried cooking steak, I pounded the meat with a mallet to make sure it remained tender. To my horror, in the pan, the meat kept oozing blood! It was so puzzling! I grilled and grilled the meat for a long time, knowing that it was getting tougher by the minute, but it oozed so much blood still! Finally by the time the blood stopped, the meat was sadly overcooked and chewy, despite the pounding :(
That is why V said, one should probably be colour blind to cook steak well. At least then he won't be so freaked out by the blood.
The consolation is, Happy Call pan is pretty easy to clean. I wiped it with kitchen towels and rinsed it. Nothing stuck.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Whitty gets Blackie's toy
Like I said before, Blackie is such a gentleman rabbit. The rabbits love their willow chew rings, and I passed Blackie one. He gnawed on it happily.
What Whitty wants, Whitty gets. Poor Blackie. He didn't even try to get it back from his wilful bunbride.
Then Whitty saw it and decided she wanted it. In one swift move she whipped it from Blackie's mouth.
What Whitty wants, Whitty gets. Poor Blackie. He didn't even try to get it back from his wilful bunbride.
Don't worry folks, there was a happy ending. I gave Blackie a hay cube instead.
Friday, March 09, 2012
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