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Who is that lanky man?
May 7th
My office building is nearby a large shopping mall, so naturally, my friend and I go over there several times a week for lunch.
The bustle of the mall varies depending on time of day and the time of the year. There is usually a sea of random faces as you walk through the mall, but there is one particular person we began noticing, as we saw him almost every time we went there. We called him Lanky Man.
This particular mall draws a lot of tourists. There are often foreigners with their exotic dress and accents mingling about, so one becomes almost blasé when walking around the mall. Lanky Man wasn’t just another face in the crowd. For one thing, he is very tall and very thin. Always impeccably dressed. Obviously foreign.
I don’t remember when we first noticed him, but after a few times, there was this feeling of recognition every time we spotted him, either walking aimlessly through the mall, or sitting alone at a “sidewalk” table at a small sushi shop.
Every time we see him, we speculate as to his occupation, his nationality, and why we always see him at the mall. It’s become a huge joke. We’ve even talked about setting up a web site with a journal of Lanky Man sightings.
It’s getting so ridiculous that I think Lanky Man has begun to notice us too. I swear he looked at us and gave us a subtle nod as we passed him in the mall today.
Who is that Lanky Man?
The cat is out of the bag
Apr 4th
I find it amusing how our cat has changed over the past few years.
We got her from a good friend of ours who was unable to take her with him when he moved. My first daughter was 2. The cat was very skittish, and would continually lash out with claws if my daughter came near her. There were a few screams and tears from her over the next few years, as she forgot to give the cat a wide berth.
After our second daughter (third child) was born, we were worried as to how the cat would react to her when she eventually started crawling. Now, at nine months old, the baby is zooting around the house like a whirlwind on all fours, and she is absolutely fascinated by the cat. It was a complete surprise one day when we discovered that the baby had the cat in a death grip, but instead of fighting back, claws out, the cat just sat there and took it, until we pulled the baby off her. Then she got up, and sauntered away, as if nothing was wrong, fur badly ruffled.
It’s become a regular thing now. Whenever the cat ventures too close to the baby (or the baby chases the cat), she resolutely accepts being pulled by the tail, or squeezed around the middle, nary a squeak. I think the cat secretly likes it. :p
Under pressure
Jan 9th
This whole hypertension saga has been a pain in my ass. Not quite literally, but it almost got there. The doc prescribed a medication to control my blood pressure, which I’ve been taking for a little over 30 days now. A little while back I decided to finally read the package insert for the med. It turns out I’m suffering from around 4 of the side effects they mention. Yay. And here I thought I was just feeling wonky.
I went back to the doc this morning to do a stress ekg – just to ease my mind that my heart is ok, which it is just peachy as far as they can tell – and I told her about the side effects, so now she’s prescribed a new medication that I will begin taking tomorrow. Hopefully I won’t experience any side effects from this one.
Christmas (or Xmas as I prefer to call it)
Dec 29th
You may be wondering why I prefer to refer to Christmas as Xmas. It’s just my rebellious side saying “Hi”.
In my old(er) age, I have come to reject religion, and tend more towards atheism. I tend to balk at religious practises, and it drives me absolutely crazy that religion gets shoved down my kids throats at school. Be that as it may, let them learn about it and make their own choices. I’m not going to begrudge anyone their religious views. I just don’t want to know about it.
So you may be wondering why I celebrate Xmas, because it’s a religious holiday. That may well be, but the holiday has become so commercialised that the religious side of it has become so obscured, that homage is only paid to it via Christmas Carols these days. I realise of course that there are still people out there who attend mass or Christmas services at their churches, so I guess the holiday isn’t completely lost on them; but for the most part, Christmas is about Santa Claus (Father Christmas over here) and reindeer, red noses, tinsel, pine trees, eggnog, snow (ha!) and all the other wintery (summery) goodness… and don’t forget the gifts.
Xmas isn’t about me. I’m not about to let my curmudgeonly ways interfere with my family’s enjoyment of what is essentially an excuse for families and friends to get together and share food, gifts, and fun.
We were expecting a full house for xmas. Our in-laws would join us for the first time in many years, and my wife’s Uncle and Aunts and their families were going to join us too, so we got two turkeys and a gammon for xmas lunch.
I had to consider the logistics of the whole affair, considering the turkeys needed a couple of hours to cook, and so did the gammon… and I only have one oven. I decided to prepare the gammon the night before.
I’ve cooked a gammon before – years ago, so I had essentially forgotten what I needed to do. Thankfully Google came to the rescue (Not that I’m a complete idiot, but sometimes it helps to give the memory a refresh).
Around 8pm I stuck the gammon into a pot, poured in some pineapple juice, a bit of red wine, various herbs, spices, and water, and set it to cook for 3 hours.
In the mean time, we put the kids to bed, and once we were sure that they were asleep, we laid out the gifts around the tree. I went and hauled the gifts out of my car that had been stashed there for the last couple of days – I hadn’t found an opportunity to sneak them in to the house – and put them by the tree with the rest of the gifts.
The awesome smell of the gammon cooking permeated the house. I’m surprised the kids didn’t wake up to find out what was going on.
By 23h00, I determined that the gammon had cooked. I needed to allow it some time to cool down before I glazed it and baked it in the oven, so I decided to just leave it in the pot and do the glazing in the morning after the kids had opened their presents.
The excited kids hauled us out of bed at around 06h30 on xmas morning, yelling that Father Christmas had left a whole lot of presents, and we had to go see. We told them that he can’t have as it’s not Christmas, and they had to go back to bed. We’re so nasty. 
Eventually we rolled our lazy asses out of bed… actually, the kids practically dragged us to the tree, where we set them to handing out the presents.
The gift opening ceremony began. It’s quite amazing how long this actually takes. About 5 hours later – I’m kidding, but it was around 08h00 when I realised that I had to get my ass moving and get the gammon glazed so that I could get the turkeys in the oven by 09h30. Fortunately I had the presence of mind to switch the oven on when I shuffled past (on a side note, I just had to research the passed/past problem :p), so I didn’t have to worry about the oven warming up.
I stripped the skin off the gammon, and cross cut the fat. I made a glaze using a bit of apricot jam, honey, mustard powder and a bit of ground coriander (I love this spice), and slathered it all over the gammon. I pressed a few cloves into the gammon in various places, and dotted on a few pineapple pieces and glazed cherries for good measure.
You’re then supposed to sprinkle brown sugar all over the gammon, however the closest I had was some treacle sugar, which is extremely clumpy and sticky, so “sprinkle” wasn’t possible. I think “dab” is close to the right word. I shoved the whole thing in the oven and promptly got busy with making stuffing for the turkeys.
I usually do a bog standard (for us anyway) sage & onion stuffing for the turkey, which is mediocre at best, so this year I decided to try do something different. When I went shopping a few days previously, I was going to see if I could find a reasonable savoury box stuffing that could give me some ideas, or I would buy it to try. Unfortunately, the only box type stuffing I could find on the store shelves was sage and frikkin’ onion. So I bought some diced bacon. This is just normal bacon, diced up. For the lazy.
I ended up making sage & onion stuffing. With diced bacon. Usually I would mix in a bit of margarine (we rarely use butter in our house) into the stuffing, which tended to make the cooked stuffing very mushy and pasty, so I left it out this year, and instead added a touch of olive oil. It had to be a touch, I used the very last bit, and I didn’t want to add any sunflower oil. So the stuffing ended up fairly crumbly, which I thought would be ok, as the juices from the turkey would moisten it up a bit, and allow it to cook nicely. And did it ever! For whatever reason, this stuffing turned out extremely well. Even my son – who has to be forced to try new stuff – loved it. My only issue with it was that the sage was a bit too strong. I mustn’t be so heavy handed next year.
Basic Recipe (As I remember it)
- Bread – Pass it through a food processor so it becomes crumbs. I used a combination of white bread and brown bread, including the crust.
- Onions, also passed through the food processor.
- Dried sage (Go easy, it’s potent)
- Diced bacon
- Olive oil
- Salt
I stuffed the turkeys, rubbed on some spices, covered them with strips of bacon (the fattier the better), and then took the gammon out of the oven. It was only supposed to be in for about an hour, tops, but it ended up being in a lot longer. Fortunately no damage was done.
I shoved the turkeys into the oven. By then, it was around 10h15 already. I was about 45 minutes behind schedule. No matter.
I cleaned myself up (had a bath, etc), and then returned to the kitchen to make some stock using the turkey giblets for gravy. My wife prepared the potatoes and other side dishes, and the desserts (yum!).
Our guests rocked up around 11h30 – early! Argh. We hadn’t yet finished cleaning the house up, so we had to make do.
It ended up being 12 people in the house (baby makes 13). It may not sound like a lot of people to you, but for us, it was a lot.
All in all, it was a very pleasant day. The food turned out great, dessert was great, and my wife had baked a Red Velvet cake (with cream cheese frosting) for afternoon coffee. Yum!
After our guests had left in the early evening, we played a few games of Timberrrr! Basically a block stacking game where the object is to build as high as possible by pulling out blocks from the lower part of the stack to build it higher. You keep going until the tower falls over.
And then came Lips. I bought the game as a family gift (like the Timberrrr!), so we could all play together. My wife and I ended up playing it until midnight. :p
End of year changes
Dec 29th
I’m changing the twitter update schedule from daily to weekly. I’m not using Twitter that much. It was a nice novelty, but I honestly don’t see the point in posting regular status updates. Mainly because I’m lazy. And the sort-of-daily twitter updates just clutter the place up and make the place look empty. :p
Something not from twitter
Dec 22nd
As I mentioned in one of my past tweets, I had been suffering from dizziness for about two weeks. Doctor eventually figured out that it appears to be related to my suddenly extremely high blood pressure, so she prescribed some blood pressure tablets as a trial. The good news is that the dizziness has gone away over a period of days since I started taking the tablets. The bad news is that my blood pressure is still frikkin’ high. I bought myself a small automatic blood pressure monitoring device (supposedly quite accurate), and I’ve been keeping tabs on it. The pressure fluctuates quite dramatically, but is rarely under 120. Average seems to be in the high 140’s. I’m supposed to go and see the doc again soon, but to my chagrin, she is on leave until next year. Sigh. No point in seeing another doctor, as they won’t know the history. I can wait I guess. This probably means I’ll need to go on chronic medication. Yay (not).
The whole of last week was spent in the Kruger National Park. Fortunately there was a bit of wet weather which kept the high temperatures at bay for most of the time (thankfully). I’ll post a bit more about that a bit later.
Bit buckets and the land of lost socks
Nov 24th
There have been a few stories about what happens to lost socks; about how there is a land where socks lost in the washing go. A pleasant place where the socks escape to and live out their lives in peace and harmony away from the horrors of the stinky shoe.
So what happens to the things that you type on your computer that don’t end up where they’re supposed to?
You’re probably wondering what I mean…
For example, you run an application that prompts for a username and password. So, as soon as the application pops up, you type your username and password… and then realise that for some gosh darned reason, the application no longer had focus, so you ended up typing your password… somewhere. Who knows where, but you typed it… it had to go somewhere … so. Where?
I’ll tell you where. The land of the bit bucket. A land where all the bits and bytes that disappear end up. That file that you could swear was in that folder, but is now, somehow, missing. That little bit of text that you had typed in the last few seconds before your computer crashed, taking everything with it. It’s in the bit bucket. A wonderous world where your bits and bytes live in peace and harmony, away from the mad mad world of typing and the evil backspace and delete keys.
A place of dreams…