I’m having a go at a different type of post today. Rather than my usual ‘rants & raves’ I thought I would have a go at something that might be useful.
I was talking to a friend at work last week and the subject of Spaghetti Carbonara was raised. She was a little concerned about how to cook it, not least a fear of “raw egg” in the dish. I explained as best I could that egg is not raw, but that the heat of the pasta when the egg and cheese mix is added, cooks the egg in a light scrambling fashion. I explained my method, but she wasn’t taking up the challenge. However, another friend I had talking to later in the week, did have a go and has since told me I should write it down. So here goes …
This is my recipe for two portions of a medium size. I’ll start with the list of ingredients.
5oz to 6oz of Linguine or Fettuccine **
Two cloves of fresh garlic, squashed but not chopped
4oz Pancetta cut unto short strips
Small handful of chopped Parsley
3oz of grated Parmesan cheese plus another 1oz for serving
The trick is to ensure all your preparation work is completed before you start the cooking process. (** I prefer either of these two pastas over spaghetti, as they seem to hold the sauce better)
Firstly, put a large pan of salted water onto boil for the pasta.
Next heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil to a large based pan and add the squashed garlic and allow to gently cook without browning
Remove the garlic and add the Pancetta and cook until fully cooked. then remove the pan from the heat
Meanwhile cook your pasta for the required amount of time, bearing in mind that fresh pasta cooks quicker than dried.
Beat the 3oz cheese with the egg and season with black pepper
When the pasta is cooked, turn the pan off.
Add the pasta to the pan with the Pancetta. Do not worry if some water gets in the Pacetta pan as this is what we need.
Now, quickly stir the egg/cheese mix into the pasta and pour into the serving bowl.
Sprinkle with the chopped parsley and served the remaining cheese separately. Job done!!
I’m fully aware that this is probably not the most classic method, and cheese/egg stirring can seem a bit daunting, but the recipe works for us, and that’s half the challenge
… and that was that … more in the future? Who knows?
There have been a few things that have irritated me this past week or so I’m having a bit of a mild rant today.
First up is driving in the rain. It’s not the driving that’s the problem, it’s other drivers. Not all, but many are guilty of the thing I’m moaning about. Picture this …driving along a grey road, on a grey rainy day and being closely followed by a grey car. Not so bad you may think. But he/she has no headlights on! Not even side lights! On the particular day in question, I counted three cars, two vans and a mini-bus with no lights on and that was in a one mile stretch of road. Incredulous. Do these people not know what the two functions of lights are … see and be seen. My driving instructor said that I should only put on my lights when they are needed. That was to ensure that lights were not left on accidently. But really, these days cars lights go off automatically when you lock the door, so leaving them on is not a problem. Even my little i10 turns the lights off for me.
Next up is those form you get through the post that have all your personal details already completed. Now I’m not talking about your name and address on the cover letter, that’s unavoidable, no It’s all those little boxes on the various pages that have all your details filled in. Quite often they are from banks or insurance companies and will have your details in two or three places. I reluctantly agree, that they can save you a little time when you fill the form in, but it is very annoying when you are not interested and have to spend time shredding every page. I once received a credit card application form (not requested) that had a total of 12 pages. My name and address were on both sides of six of these pages and on one side of another two pages. Fourteen different occurrences of the same details. The shredder nearly gave in!
This may be a strange one to some. It’s magazines! Or more to the point, magazine classifications. This is online and in shops. I’m currently in communication (ha…still waiting for a reply) with a magazine subscription reseller with regards to how they classify their sales. I had better explain where I am coming from. I’m a knitter. I’ve been a knitter for over 50 years on and off and I’m quite used to the double take when I mention this. Now this reseller (not going to mention the name as my complaint is still on-going) has on their website a large number of magazines available for subscription. These magazines are listed in categories such as “Leisure Interests”, “Hobbies & Pastimes” and a few more. The thing that has caused this particular ‘chunter’ are the magazines that are listed in a classification called “Women’s Interests” and “Male Interests”. The Women’s list has magazines on sewing, crafting, the usual Woman’s Own type and all of the ‘chat’ types. The Men’s list has car magazines, motorbike magazines, so called ‘lad’s mags’ and heavy metal music magazines. Most of both lists are in other classifications, but it seems to me to be wrong in these times to have separate classifications for men and women. Just an opinion.
Well, a couple of rants really. Firstly, this UK Government seems to be obsessed with tax. It’s recently announced that it ‘may’ be looking at a tax on take-away coffee cups and other non-recyclable plastics. Now at first glance, this might seem a good thing. Force manufacturers to abandon non-recyclable plastics in favour of the recyclable types. But wait, this will cost them money to change. It always does. Any change costs. And who do you think will pay this cost? Well it will end up being you and me. The costs will be passed on to the consumer so that the shareholders and the company bosses don’t lose out. It is the same with ‘junk’ food. How do we deal with an increasingly obese nation? The Governments idea is to increase the tax on fast food. That will stop people eating the stuff. Will it? Do they think that by putting an extra 50p on a burger and fries meal will stop people from buying it? To me, a more sensible idea would be to subsidise real fresh food and make that best alternative. The same with non-recyclable plastics. Subsidise the fully recyclable stuff to make that the best option. Once the mindset is changed, then increase the taxes to help with costs.
I said a ‘couple of rants’ and here’s the second one. I’m currently a member of a forum. It is not important to say which forum but just to say, I’m a fairly active member. People post their questions and queries and members of the forum will attempt to answer them, if they can. I’ve done both on occasions and whilst I’m not after praise, a simple thanks would suffice. It winds me up a little when you go the trouble of attempting to answer someone, and they don’t have the decency to answer or even acknowledge the respondent. Make me think twice about answering sometimes.
It’s been a couple of weeks since my last post, and you may be wondering why. You may not even have given it a second thought, but that’s another subject for another post. So why no post? Well, at the beginning of the year, I promised myself that my blog was going to contain less ranting. I feel that my last couple of missives were successful in the ‘less ranting’ format, and therein lies the problem. If I’m not having a rant, then what do I have to say?
Mrs H has been having a rare old time looking at her personal finances. Three weeks ago, she got a letter about some share scheme she had paid into that was about to mature. It wasn’t a large amount, but it got her thinking about other schemes she had paid over the years. One of the things that she wondered about was the pension contributions she had made whilst working in the Health service. After a lot of digging around and a very stressful few hours on the phone and internet, it seems that she is entitled to a small monthly sum and a small lump sum. Rant Alert…rant alert … the amount of phone calls and the stress involved in trying to get this small amount of due money would have driven me over the edge … register here … activate this … create this password here … login here … wrong password … wrong login … wrong activation code … etc. In all honesty, I think I would have given in. I would have given in with quite a few swear words and a lot of alcohol intake. But at the end of the day she got it sorted. Well sorted for that particular job anyway. I suspect there is more to come!
I was now going to to talk about today. Or to be more specific, what today is! But in the spirit of ‘less ranting’ I have taken the decision to not mention St Valentines Day. Or, what it has become known as Valentines Day/Night/Week. I’m struggling here, not to get worked up about how we in Britain celebrate the execution of a Roman Bishop, by giving our nearest and dearest flowers, wine and chocolates! It is even more poignant this year, as the aforementioned day falls on the same day as Ash Wednesday (or the start of lent for those who didn’t know.) I wonder if, when ‘Brexit’ happens, that these old ‘European’ festivals will be abolished? One can only hope.
Well that’s it for tonight. Hope you liked this post, and you know what I’d like you to do if you did. Any comments are welcomed.
So it’s 10 minutes to midnight and you may be wondering why I’m posting about an ‘uneventful day’? To be honest, I have no idea why! I’m struggling to find something new to moan/rant about and it feels a little weird. Of course, it being now 5 minutes to midnight, I may possibly be a little over my usual drinks limit (limit!! That’s a laugh) but I feel quite lucid and sensible. So what’s happened since my last post?
Well very little really. Eldest son has started the process of re-communicating with his ex-partner and it seems to be on a quite civilised level. It seems to me that there are four levels to a relationship break-up:
the bitterness (aka bitching) and then
I think they have just got to level four. They have a lot to discuss and I think if they do not get too much outside interference, then it should go relatively smoothly . Fingers and other appendages crossed!
I think I’m going through a ‘snoring’ period. Well I hope it is! Mrs Me has for the past few nights been waking up and going to the spare (Sh**es bedroom) room to sleep. It often happens, when R**s is at home that one of us ends up in the spare room as he sometimes likes to sleep in our bed. We have got used to and have accepted it as being part of his Autism, but it is a bit of a ball-ache some times. However, for the past week, whilst he has been away, K**h has ended up in the spare room. She seems to go there at around 1:00 am and her reason is usually that she is feeling too hot (the spare room is a lot cooler). I have an idea that the real reason is that I’m snoring! I have to admit, that on occasions, I have woken myself up with a snore. So that’s the reason I’m sticking to.
Time to try and sleep now.
Have you noticed, that this the second post that does not have any ranting! I think I’m on a roll here
It’s been a few weeks since my last post. No particular reason except laziness really! I tend to post when I have something I want to get off my chest and usually wait until there are a couple of things that rile me. Well there has been some things that have ‘annoyed’ me somewhat, but I’m wanting to break away from the rant style post which may account for the ‘laziness’ I just mentioned. But until then …
I just about survived Christmas, as usual. Saying that, I wasn’t well from Boxing Day to the 29th. I had what I thought was a variation of the Norovirus. I did not have the sickness, but had all the rest. The one thing that seemed to floor me was the lack of energy. On the Friday, I spent the whole day in bed, most of it asleep, which is unusual for me. Lost about 8 pound in weight (sadly not permanent), but by New Years Eve I seemed to be a lot better and by the 2nd I was nearly up to my pre-Christmas weight again!
K*** and me had a trip out to the Designer Outlet at York on Friday. R*** was on respite and was due home that day, so K*** wanted to get out whilst we could. The weather was terrible. One minute it was raining, and the next it was foggy. K*** was driving as I had driven to Harrogate on Wednesday and wanted a rest from it. You know I lost count of the number of cars/vans/lorries that did not have any lights on. Many didn’t even have sidelights switched on. It’s no exaggeration to say that most of them were grey vehicles. So that’s a grey vehicle on a grey road on a grey day! I was told by my driving instructor that those types of day need headlights. I saw one police-car on the whole 25 minute journey and he was at the side of the road eating some food. What cay I say to that?
K*** (or more accurately, me) has been having issues with her email. She does all her stuff on her iPad which suits her as she has not been much of a fan of my laptops. So ever since the latest update the iPad Mail App has been playing up. Emails have not been showing up when they arrive (as they did before) and I have tried to get it sorted. The problem is that I’m not an Apple expert so I have had to hit Google a lot. The problem was exasperated by the fact that her email client is Sky.com or the be more precise Yahoo! It did used to be Gmail until a couple of years ago and it’s not been the same since. Don’t get me wrong, when Yahoo works, it is very good, but when it doesn’t work there is noting worse. It seems to be a little better now, but she now has to refresh the app and wait until the emails appear now instead of them being there when she opened the app. It also does not help that she never deletes any emails. Still, Yahoo tells us that she space for another 54 million emails, so ‘she’ is not too worried. I may have to do a clear out for her at some point.
So, in the spirit of blog posts to come (hopefully). Happy New Year
I am going to have a bit of a rant, so you are forewarned. I shall endeavour to explain the reason for my rant.
For the past two days, I have been decorating my youngest sons’ bedroom. Now it’s not a large room by any standard, but he seems to like it. R*** is Autistic and with that in mind we had decided to redecorate the room using the same wallpaper as before. We just wanted to refresh the décor, but not to change it as change can upset him. I had measured up and estimated (and this is where the title of my post begins to show its face) that “depending on the pattern” I would need three rolls of wallpaper. As is usual, we bought four rolls with the intention of returning one roll un-used.
Our house is fairly modern. It’s around twenty years old and one of ten built by the same builder. You would expect that the height of the rooms would be of some form of national standard and I understand from the brochure, that we received with the house that this is the case. So to my simple mind, it should be blatantly obvious to wallpaper manufacturers that this ‘standard height’ exists. However it would seem that this is not the way wallpaper designers/manufacturers think, as my rant below will show.
To the job in hand. I measured and cut the first length of wallpaper, leaving a two centimetre trim at both ends. The said length was pasted and hung to the wall without any issues. This is where the problem began. I again measured and prepared to cut the second length only to discover, that because of pattern repeat I would lose over 1 .2 metre of paper before the pattern matched. A quick calculation on the smartphone app, showed that I could only get three full lengths of paper, with a length that was twenty centimetres short. More smartphone calculations showed that I was not going to get away with only three rolls. At £12.00 per roll, it is not a cheap option to use four rolls. I guessed that had the pattern been, say ten centimetre shorter, three rolls would have been enough. Or if the roll had been another thirty centimetres longer, three rolls would have been enough.
I am now angry about this! Surely I shouted, to nobody in particular, it would be a simple enough task to ensure that wallpaper sizes complement standard wall sizes. But of course, if that were to happen, then I would have only spent £36.00 rather than the £48.00 that the wallpaper designer/manufacturer wanted me to spend. So it is my belief, that these people design wallpaper, so that we mere mortals have to purchase more than we really need. Thus increasing their profit and thereby causing me grief!
(I suppose I could always use plain wallpaper and add my own designs……hmmm food for thought there!)
For the second time this year, I have taken the drastic step to ‘deactivate’ my Facebook account. I can hear it now … ’you’ve done what?’ …… ‘why did you do that?’ …… ‘are you mad?’ and many other statements from people who are shocked at my decision. It is a decision not taken lightly, I can assure you. It took me all of ten minutes. To be honest, Facebook has become, for me, too unusable. Gone are the days when when my ‘timeline’ (what a stupid word) was all in the order that people posted their ‘status’s. Now everything is mixed up and it has become far too confusing.
Then, there are the stupid game requests! As soon as you block one, then someone else sends another. I don’t play Facebook games. I even had it on my ‘about’ page, but nobody took any notice. Then there are the messages !! What can I say? If you want to talk to me, then use the phone!!!!! If you have not got my number, email me!!
So for now, I will stick with Twitter and LinkedIn ….. I do not need the rubbish that Facebook has become.
Here endeth the ‘Rant Of The Day’ thank you for your understanding.
It’s time for a bit of a rant. Now I know I may get a bit of a backlash from this (depending on who reads it) but I don’t care. Well I do care, but it is just my opinion.
Happy Mother’s Day
And that, my friends is the problem. Today, here in the UK we are celebrating(?) Mother’s Days. The day when everything is supposed to revolve around Mothers. The day that we (again) celebrate all things Motherish (made up word.) We are led to believe that this is an ancient tradition going back thousands of years, through various cultures.
Here is a quote from that all knowing website ‘Wikipedia’ ……. “Mother’s Day is an American invention, and it is not directly descended from the many celebrations of mothers and motherhood that have occurred throughout the world over thousands of years…….”. Let’s face it … it’s a money making rip off. It’s the day when offspring spend lots of money on pieces of bent card, with tacky and sickly messages. It’s the day when those same nestlings buy overpriced flowers that have been kept in cold storage for weeks, to keep them ‘perfect’. It’s one of the days that the media, in all it’s forms, go all out to encourage this over indulgence of tackiness.
Rant over. Well until that equally obnoxious day, that the Americans invented …. Father Day.
Work is beginning to get a little tiresome. Well maybe I should say, a little more tiresome. Don’t get me wrong, there are some good hard working people in the office. There are just more, who are not. People, for who second or third best is good enough. I do not like ‘good enough’. It smacks of complacency. Maybe it is because I’m a bit of a perfectionist, but the old adage ‘if a jobs worth doing……etc’ should apply. Take the wallpapering!! If I had the attitude that some of my colleagues have, then I could have put that paper on the wall in 1 hour, instead of 2½ hours it took me. But it would not have been done properly …. it would have just been second best. Here endeth the ‘rant of the day’.
The new doors were finally finished, and they look very good. They are a light oak, with stainless steel fittings. We have been advised, not to varnish them, but to use linseed oil as a preservative. Something which I quite agree with. The oil really brings the grain of the wood out. It is so easy to apply, and as it is absorbed by the wood, it of course does not add any thickness. I think Mrs H is quite up for doing the oiling. With them being internal doors, i think they will only need doing every two years.
Eldest is home for the night. He is in the old people show on Saturday. He is doing a stand-up routine, but has not really got any material. Fingers crossed it will be okay. We then have the local music gig on Saturday night. It’s called Strawberry Jam, at the Albion in Clifford. If it is half as good as last time, it will be a good night.
So it’s my fault. It always is my fault. Doesn’t matter what happens, it’s my fault. I stand here accused, and I admit my guilt !!! But the question is…… why is it always my fault ??? There is no answer to that. I’m the scapegoat …… I’m the one who is always in the wrong place at the wrong time … ergo mia culpa !!!
On a more lighter note, returning to work was as much as I expected. It never fails to amaze me how many half-wits one Council can employ !!! When will you learn that you cannot take people on face value. You need to dig a little deeper.
Oh, and why do Saga keep sending me letters ? So, okay I insured my car with them once. But that was three years ago now. Hello, I’ve not insured with you the past two years … do you not get the picture ?
We got a bit of a shock at 01:30 this morning. The telephone went, and you know what it’s like, when you just seem to have got off to sleep. Well, I did not know what it was at first, then Mrs H jumped out of bed to answer it. It was S**** from the Leeds Festival. He was coming home for a sleep, and could we leave the door unlocked. It gives you a kind of sick feeling when you get a phone call at that time. Anyway he arrived home at around 02:15, but he was still awake 03:30, listening to an audio cd on his lap-top. He slept right through until 12:00 though. I dropped him off at 02:00pm, but he says he is coming home tonight. It will be better than trying to struggle out in the morning. Mrs H is going to pick up the majority of his stuff at 05:00pm this afternoon, so that will save some time.
Now for a bit of a rant !!! I have been paper shredding all the old bills and statements this weekend, and am amazed at how much there was. What is really annoying is those unrequested forms from insurance and credit card companies that have all your details already filled in !!! Why do they do that ?? Do they think that I would be so grateful that I don’t have to fill their form in, that I’ll buy their product ?? Or do they think that I’m so stupid as to not know what details and where to fill them ?? Who in their right mind would buy that kind of product, from companies that are so desperate to sell that the have to sell by junk mail ?? Stop filling my details in !!!!! I don’t want your products, and I don’t want to have to spend time shredding your waste !!