And voila! One cooked, brilliantly smelling pumpkin pie. The tasting is yet to come.
* 3:05pm Oh yeah, I can cook! Tastes superb!
Month: <span>November 2006</span>
Using this pumpkin pie recipe (Wycliffe Cookbook):
This bit of Jap pumpkin:
The rest of the ingredients:
And some pretty standard pie dough (also Wycliffe Cookbook):
I am in the middle of cooking:
A pumpkin pie:
Here it is uncooked:
And… I’m still waiting for it to finish.
It is not autumn, it is spring. This is Australia, not America. Hence my current dilemma.
The other day I had some ridiculous brainwave to have a mock thanksgiving (ie: devise some excuse to make and eat pumpkin pie, because I like it).
Having grown up with American families I’ve been exposed a couple of times to the excited uproar of turkeys and pilgrims (or Chicken and kids dressed up in paper hats – ahh the benefits of the Pacific) otherwise known as Thanksgiving, which is on the 23rd November. Infact, I think my little sisters may have even been Indians in a Thanksgiving play.
The simple fact is. I have now gone and invited four people (plus Geoff – because we’re having it at his house) for dinner on the 26th. Which means I have to cook a roast, which I can do, but also a pumpkin pie.
Here is the problem.
Australians don’t eat pumpkin pie. This means that they don’t sell ‘pie pumpkins’ (which I’ve deduced as ‘sugar pumpkins’ – thank you Google) or pumpkin puree in a can – not to my knowledge anyway. Apparently when cooking from scratch, pumpkin pies are very easy to stuff up.
You can attempt it with Butternut Pumpkin (which was the only kind of pumpkin I knew about before today) but it’s not the ‘best’.
I’m now thinking that I should follow my parental’s advice and give it a trial run… so it’s off to the supermarket for me and I shall keep you posted.
*11:34am: latest findings suggest Jap pumpkins
A short rant on swearing
I am not a fan of swearing and I am not advocating it, as a general rule I don’t swear, but annoys the cack out of me when Christians get legalistic about it.
It took some ‘missionary sheltered kid’ getting used to certain friends ‘flipping the bird’ regularly at each other – at the risk of sounding well, I don’t know what, it is purely in jest/for fun and really hurts absolutely no one.
It amused me when my parents adopted the rare ‘crap’ into their repertoire. I use ‘crap’ now and then, I don’t particularly like it when I do but it’s not really the point (and ‘crap’ is pretty tame really).
This is the point: it angers me when someone in a semi-leadership position pulls an appropriately used emphatic ‘swear’ word out of what someone has written and makes an issue of it. AND When Christians make a bigger deal out of someone dropping in an unwanted word than they do about Christians being apathetic about unwanted people (as just one fractionally cliched but very real example).
Some words offensive 30 years ago now are commonplace terms. Where can you cross the line and extend the language and take liberties? Like it or not, English – a pathetically complicated language to start with, is evolving, or… devolving. Quoting Shakespeare is now a far less effective way to put across a point, although much more beautiful.
“You taught me language, and my profit on’t Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!“ – William Shakespeare
Comprendo?
I’ve been without a camera for a good while now and after borrowing Geoff’s for a few days, I’m pretty desperate to start working my way towards one again. Then there are all these other things in the way… moving out. That is something high on the agenda.
Photography is a hobby and probably will remain only at that level. I’d love to work with it for a bit and then there’s the old dream job that never quite evolved… photo journalism. I think part of me would hate to be constrained through a contract. Taking unique photographs isn’t easy. People today are so thingy about being photographed (People photographs have a lot of scope…) I love details. Macro photography, Portrait type photography.
I haven’t gotten my Communication Design Interview date yet. I’ve been chasing the postbox. I should get a letter regardless of whether my ‘sample folio’ was good enough or not. It was supposedly meant to be here yesterday. My sister’s friend is in the same boat. Same course, same delay.
I fit some photography in during this year. It was the best bit of uni and strictly elective based. The Communication Design course does have some photography built into the structure but there is not quite as much flexibility for taking electives across faculties.
If/When I get an interview there will be a slightly panicked moment or 43 about how non-diverse my work is. My folio (when I pull it all together) consists mainly of photography and digital art (mostly from photographs with a few exceptions). I haven’t drawn anything since I was about 15 and the most recent thing I’ve painted is the picture at the top (last night at the Youth Group Art night).
Oh well, I guess I’ll meet that lion when it comes my way.