Yummies!

Sep. 28th, 2009 09:47 pm
Nosey
I have been doing a bit of experimenting with puddings lately, since finding my mum's recipe for steamed chocolate pudding - the one she used to make on weekends when I was a child, and was divine with thick cream. Experimenting with desserts is a new thing for me - savouries are easy, but sweets require things like measurement and good timing, which aren't really my strong points.

Anyway, I have since had a couple of goes at making a strawberry pudding - using pureed fresh strawberries - which has been pretty good, especially with chantilly cream and raspberry sauce :) Tonight's experiment was definitely worth sharing, though, and will definitely be repeated.

PEAR PUDDING

1 1/3 cups self-raising flour (or, as I used, 1 1/3 cups plain flour with two teaspoons baking powder)
1/2 cup vanilla sugar (raw caster sugar with a cut vanilla pod stored in it is what I used)
85g butter
1/4 cup milk
1 egg
1 pear, peeled, cored and chopped into small chunks

Grease a 1-litre pudding basin
Melt the butter and allow to cool slightly
Sift the flour into a mixing bowl and add the sugar and pear pieces
Add the milk, then the egg to the butter and whisk until just combined
Add the butter, milk and egg mix to the other ingredients in the bowl and mix - I find a large spatula is good for this; you'll end up with quite a thick mixture.
Place mixture in the pudding basin; cover with a lid (if the basin has one) or foil
Steam the pudding for 2 hours either over gently simmering water on the stove or on high in a preheated slow-cooker.

This makes a beautiful, not-too-sweet fruit pudding which is great with cream or custard. Next time I'll probably add a pinch of cinnamon or nutmeg to the mix :)
Nosey
I notice, while looking back over my posts for the last few months, that earlier this year I posted the following:

"And Countess Mathilde is a goddess, and a veritable goldmine of knowledge. There shall be many more late-period bodices cropping up over here soon!"

Boy, was I right!!

Over the past few months, there has been so much fantastic garb appearing amongst the Scadians in Perth that everywhere we looked at an event, we were overwhelmed with awesomeness.

Actually, despite all my rantings about the obligations and expectations attached to being the Baroness of Aneala, I have definitely taken some very good things from the experience.

One of the best was looking around at the Baronial changeover event and realising how much the Barony of Aneala has grown since Daniel and I stepped up. Not just in numbers - although this event was at least twice as big as our investiture - but in culture. Since the investiture of Lachlahn and Jane, late period garb has flourished, artisans - notably my beloved Japester - have made their presence felt, theatricality has grown (somewhat, anyway), and - something that has been very important to me - live music has started to become the norm at events. The efforts people have made to further the arts and sciences have been astounding, and I feel privileged to have reigned during such a period of artistic and cultural development.
Hugh Eyes
I was recently reading some articles in Capitalist Magazine. Odd, I know, for a libertarian socialist, but I like to explore alternative viewpoints every so often, if only to remind myself why I think I'm right!

Although I agree with some of the views they hold - notably those on religion and abortion, it twigged last night what my nagging unease has always been with capitalism as a sociopolitical philosophy. It's the fact that they emphasise rampant, selfish individualism at the expense of community, and cold, sterile reason at the expense of the essential human experience of emotion.

It's a well-known saying (though I forget whence it comes) that no man is an island, and the biggest problem I have with capitalism is that it tends to ignore this notion. We can't ignore our emotional faculties, even if we don't allow them to control us; and none of us - even the least gregarious, amongst which I count myself - exist independently of our community. While freedom - the capitalist's ultimate catch-cry - is a value to be always sought and if necessary, fought for, we are not free to deny the freedom of others. This is the delicate balancing act with which staunch capitalists fail to engage.
Nosey
I suspect it seems rather counterintuitve for someone with feminist leanings to wax lyrical about the delights of pursuing the path of the domestic goddess, but there is something immensely satisfying about setting one's immediate surrounds to rights, making a delicious (if very late) dinner and sharing said dinner with one's soulmate.

When you think about it, one of the most basic ways to care for someone and show your appreciation for them is to make something for them to eat - it doesn't necessarily need to be an arduous task, but taking care to make something you know will be enjoyed - by you, as well as others! - is really a demonstration of respect and, by extension, love.

Of course, if cooking and tidying were the only things I had to look forward to in life, I would doubtless feel very differently. However, since I and other women (at least in the West) have many opportunities that our grandmothers probably didn't have, indulging in the domestic sphere is no longer drudgery, but something to be looked forward to as a comforting and satisfying endeavour.

Well, for me, anyway!
Nosey
Today should have been a happy and productive day.

Instead, due to certain circumstances, it has been neither happy nor particularly productive - at least, not productive in the manner that was intended, and which would have met some rather more pressing needs than the things we actually did.

So now we are at home, having left the party which would have been nice to stay at, had we been in a party mood. Now some of the productive things that should have happened earlier in the day have some chance to happen...only the mood has changed. There is a profound sense of sadness and despondency in the air. This may have something to do with the careless cat we hit on the way home. However, when we stopped to look, we saw no sign of the cat that had gone under the car, so with any luck, it tumbled and kept running. That, as you may imagine, provided a rather bittersweet end to what has been altogether a disappointing day.

I am seeking refuge in beer. This is not a good thing, but at the moment it feels necessary. I am also working on a sewing project, and hopefully as the night wears on, positive feelings may be revived.

*sigh*

Soul Music

Jun. 27th, 2009 11:15 pm
Nosey
I am compiling a list of songs that we don't currently have recordings of, but which I must, must, must own. It occurs to me that so far, all the ones I need (and I do mean need!) contain what Neil Sedaka referred to as killer chords - the ones that resonate with your inner awesomeness sensors :)

So far, my list includes:

'Earth Song' - Michael Jackson
'Say, Say, Say' - Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson
'Laughter in the Rain' - Neil Sedaka

No doubt it will grow longer in the fullness of time...
Nosey
First of all, let me say what many of you already know - I'm not a parent, and am never likely to be one. Unless, of course, you count our furry adoptees, but I suspect that is a vastly different kettle of fish. For one thing, I know for a fact that I could never adore a human child the same way I do my beloved pooch. For another, non-human animals are innocent in a way that humans never can be.

Which brings me to the substance of my post. I have just been reading the following article in the Daily Mail - which some have dubbed the "Daily Fail" (and if this article is any indication, that's a fair moniker).

You can find the article at: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1149282/I-dont-blame-Janette-Mercer-lying-protect-murderer-son-Id-says-CAROL-SARLER.html

Now, I can understand the desire to defend and protect. I have it, when it comes to my darling husband and to our furry family, and also to the rest of my human family. However, I accept the fact that my parents and I will never agree on some things - religion springs to mind as a big dividing gulf. Nor will my brother and I agree in this regard. Those are the things we choose not to discuss amongst ourselves, because we know it will only end in bitterness and angry lashing out. But I understand where my parents and my brother are coming from, because I used to be a devout Catholic.

However, I also know that my parents and my brother are people of the highest honour and moral standing. They are also - religion aside - extremely caring and compassionate. The major reason I try to stand up for them is I know, regardless of anything else they may be, they are good people. They would never, knowingly nor through neglect, hurt another creature if it could possibly be avoided.

However, my desire to defend and protect only goes so far. I will not voluntarily associate with anyone who deliberately inflicts unjust harm upon another. I cannot see how the mother in the above article could possibly justify her actions. At what point could she have convinced herself that the 11-year-old deserved to die? She may have seen it as protecting her own, but at what cost? And if she really had any understanding of the situation, surely she could have understood that making her son pay for his crime was the best thing for him, too. What's almost worse is that the writer of the above-mentioned article seems to have such a backward view of women - that we exist for the sole purpose of bearing, raising and protecting offspring, even if said offspring are monsters.

If motherhood is something that would make me blind to the basic principles of natural justice, I have two words - fuck that.
Nosey
As part of my present efforts to ward off the latest attack of the depression demons, I am seriously considering starting an 'Ethical Living' blog (although this is something I've thought about before). The idea would be to combine philosophical reflections with practical and local stuff about where to find organic produce, for example, or things like installing greywater systems, where the good small retailers are to be found around Perth, ideas for bartering opportunities, tips for making one's own stuff, and generally slipping beneath the capitalist radar. Anyone out there who'd be interested in reading such a blog?

My other piece of upcoming interestingness is that I will be holding Saturday Sewing Sessions at the Hidden House on the Hill (our place) from Saturday 23 May to Saturday 18 July. I have a couple of massive sewing projects to complete before my Midwinter Feast of Excess, and having an open-house stitch-and-bitch session every week sounds to me like good incentive to get stuff done. Anyone is welcome to come along and bring craft projects, so long as you don't mind being occasionally accosted by two dogs and two cats :) Sessions will be subject to notice from week to week, but I'm hoping to cram in as many as possible between Fighter Auction and Midwinter. They could also possibly be extended to include pizza and movies in the evenings...
Nosey
As part of my present efforts to ward off the latest attack of the depression demons, I am seriously considering starting an 'Ethical Living' blog (although this is something I've thought about before). The idea would be to combine philosophical reflections with practical and local stuff about where to find organic produce, for example, or things like installing greywater systems, where the good small retailers are to be found around Perth, ideas for bartering opportunities, tips for making one's own stuff, and generally slipping beneath the capitalist radar. Anyone out there who'd be interested in reading such a blog?

My other piece of upcoming interestingness is that I will be holding Saturday Sewing Sessions at the Hidden House on the Hill (our place) from Saturday 23 May to Saturday 18 July. I have a couple of massive sewing projects to complete before my Midwinter Feast of Excess, and having an open-house stitch-and-bitch session every week sounds to me like good incentive to get stuff done. Anyone is welcome to come along and bring craft projects, so long as you don't mind being occasionally accosted by two dogs and two cats :) Sessions will be subject to notice from week to week, but I'm hoping to cram in as many as possible between Fighter Auction and Midwinter. They could also possibly be extended to include pizza and movies in the evenings...
Nosey
I have jumped on the DreamWidth bandwagon, much as I did with LiveJournal and Facebook.

Thanks to Japester for the invite. :)
Nosey
I have jumped on the DreamWidth bandwagon, much as I did with LiveJournal and Facebook.

Thanks to Japester for the invite. :)
Nosey
Well, the Autumn Gathering has come and gone, and we survived...relatively unscathed!

It was - I think - more than twice as big as last year's inaugural Autumn Gathering, so the event is definitely growing, and on its way to being the major event in western Lochac.

And Countess Mathilde is a goddess, and a veritable goldmine of knowledge. There shall be many more late-period bodices cropping up over here soon!

Well, must go and unpack the trailer now... *sigh*
Nosey
Hugh Laurie is a god :)

This one was yoinked from a sketch in the third series of A Bit of Fry & Laurie. The third and fourth seasons are definitely better than the first two, if only for the joy of watching Stephen Fry mixing cocktails at the end of every episode :)

Soupy twist!
Nosey
Here's a question I've been wanting to throw open to discussion for quite some time. What are your views on spirituality? Note that this is distinct from religion - my personal view is that organised religion is just an attempt to curtail human spirituality and keep it within controllable boundaries.

That aside, as anyone who has been reading my journal lately will be aware, I am about as much of an atheist as an ex-Christian can be - that is to say, my daily existence is ungoverned by any consciousness of the presence of any God. Even in those moments where I fancy that it's possible there might be a god, the god I imagine is nothing like the god represented in the Bible.

However, I do continue to wonder if there is a spiritual aspect to the universe. I know part of this is based on a very deeply-ingrained desire to believe that death is not the ending of myself, or of any other person. I'm not sure what kind of evidence would convince me either way as to the existence of souls. What I do feel certain of - what I have always felt certain of, even when I was a committed Catholic - is that if there is indeed a spiritual aspect to the universe, that it is all-inclusive, or at least common to all life. I've never bought into the idea that humans are specially created with souls that no other animal possesses.

So, what do others think?
Nosey
Some more thoughts on this issue, from the in-all-other-ways-evil Capitalist Magazine.

So, what do y'all think?
Nosey
As someone who considers myself a libertarian socialist, I found it quite ironic that the most forthright and rational defence of birth control and abortion I have yet come across online should be in a publication called Capitalist Magazine.

A quick glance through some of their other categories confirmed my suspicion that this was the only issue upon which we were likely to agree. For instance, I found their stance on animal welfare and environmental awareness downright infuriating and disgusting.

From what I can gather, serious adherents of captialism see this economic structure as the backbone of the preservation of individual rights. Trouble is, their notion of individual rights seems, to me, to be rather less than a true notion of human rights. What they seem to believe is that governments exist to protect the rights of individuals - but only those individuals who take the trouble to exercise their supposed right to accumulate wealth (with which, incidentally, the government should never be suffered to interfere). Anyone who leads a life of disadvantaged circumstances can happily be left to fall by the wayside, since they obviously haven't taken responsibility for themselves.

What they don't see is that free market capitalism and hands-off government generally pave the way for exploitation and corruption, and the transformation of ordinary workers into wage slaves for the ludicrously rich executives. So much for individual rights. The implication seems to be that the more money you have in a capitalist society, the more rights you have, and the more you can overlook, with impunity, the rights of others.

To my way of thinking, individual rights always have to be weighed and balanced against the collective good (which is why, for instance, in our present system, I am content to pay taxes to support schools to which I will most likely never send children of my own), and I take that collective good to cover more than just humans. That, in a nutshell, is why I am against rampant capitalism - even if its adherents do occasionally see the light :)
Nosey
Have been reading a bit about overpopulation recently, from both sides of the debate. An interesting thing I have noticed is that those who are vehemently against population control generally argue from a variety of stances, each - as far as I can see - inherently flawed. I realise I am biased, of course, but arguments in favour of population control are generally more consistent. Here's my review.

First of all, let's dismiss the rabid religious fundies who apparently assume that it's God's plan for the human race to just multiply indefinitely until we overflow onto the moon and maybe Mars. These are also the kinds of people who argue that the entire world's human population would fit into the land area of Texas, therefore there is evidently no such thing as overpopulation. Clearly they are not living in the real world, but a fantasy land that exists only in their minds. Arguing from practicality will never make them abandon their 'ideals'.

Then there are those who take what seems on the surface to be a much more realistic approach, and argue from the perspective of human rights. They maintain that it's every person's right to decide how many children they will have, and therefore attempting to dictate - or even suggest - that they have fewer (or no) children becomes a gross violation. To back this up, they point to examples like China and certain African nations where the governments have employed coercive and sometimes draconian methods to limit population size, from financial constraints to enforced sterilisation. I think there are few who would argue that such measures are truly justified, because they are in fact removing or interfering with people's right to free choice.

As a quick aside, I would never go so far as to call having children an inalienable right, and it infuriates me to hear people referring to "every woman's right to have a child". Being able to choose parenthood as an option is a right, but it's one that comes with so many responsibilities attached that it's extremely dangerous to focus on the right to the neglect of the responsibility. If one can't meet the responsibilities, the right should be withdrawn.

Anyways, the final position adopted by those who don't believe in overpopulation is one based on racism. It's certainly true that there are indeed rednecks and neo-Nazis out there in America, Europe and, sadly, Australia as well, who think that the 'white' races are facing a fertility crisis in the face of increasing immigration by 'undesireables', especially Muslims (who, in the eyes of crackpot white supremacists, have morphed from a religious community into a race - much like the Jews in Nazi Germany, though with even less justification). However, there are also those who use this to their advantage in arguing that anyone who suggests that overpopulation is a problem is inherently racist.

What these and the human-rights alarmists have in common is their failure to understand that those who seriously worry about overpopulation see it as a much greater problem in developed Western nations than anywhere else. The point is that pretty much every person in the West is a rampant resource-consumer, when compared to people in developing nations. One child born in the US will consume more than 10 children born in India, for example. This website puts the case pretty effectively.

The collective vision held by those who really care about population control is of a world where the population has stabilised to levels that allow for sustainable, equitable resource consumption, at a level that will provide every person with access to a decent quality of life. We don't, and probably can't, have that under the present circumstances. Of course, overpopulation is not an isolated problem either. Consumer-driven, growth-obsessed, exploitative economies are also to blame, as is the vastly inequitable distribution of global wealth. But what the blinkered deniers fail to see is these problems are all related. As long as there are more people than the earth's resources can comfortably support, the problems of entrenched corruption, economic exploitation, warfare and resource depletion will always be with us. And that's even if global warming doesn't happen...
Nosey
There are times when I wonder about where my loyalties lie.

On the one hand, I have my monkey sphere - friends, family, aquaintances, people I have met on occasion. For the most part, I find that these are the only people I can genuinely care about. Certainly I can find a sense of satisfaction in doing something that I know will be useful to people I have never met nor will ever meet - such as my work as a captioner, or donating money to the bushfire appeal - but that sense of detached altruism is something I suspect many people feel. Doing something from a distance is enough.

On the other hand, there are millions of people throughout the world who are suffering every day. We see or read about it in the news - people are being kidnapped, tortured, blown up, or merely starved to death while their corrupt governments throw money at the military. Sure I can feel indignant that there are people who have so little fellow-feeling that they can inflict this suffering, but there is still that sense of detachment. And anyway, what can I or any other ordinary person really do to effect change in some other country?

The point is, any amount of violence or suffering inflicted on humans feels like someone else's problem. But when I hear about violence done to non-human animals - such as the dogs, cats and other helpless small creatures being skinned alive in Chinese fur farms - that is when I know what it is to feel pure, blinding, gut-wrenching hatred. I find I don't care a whit that the families of the fur farmers might starve if they lose their livelihood. I feel like that would be a small price to pay to end such an abomination.

Most people who know me are aware that I would much rather raise dogs and cats than human children. You may also be aware that I am often sickened by the anthropocentrism of those who think diplomacy and quibbling over legalities are the proper ways to deal with Japanese whalers, or that unborn foetuses matter more than living animals who have a much higher claim to sentience (pardon me while I air my contempt for rabid fundie pro-lifers), and that the planet is not really overpopulated by humans, 'cause, hey, what about Antarctica and all those deserts, and the other few remaining pockets of wilderness? Surely technological advances mean that we can go forth and multiply indefinitely!

But once again, I am in many ways paralysed by the knowledge that there is so little I can do to effect change. Not least because I feel that I am in a minority of people across the globe who feel as I do that other animals are important and humans shouldn't just exploit them without caring. It's a small start that I am trying hard to reform the way I buy food, always looking for free-range or organic options for meat, or opting for vegetarian food instead. Giving money to animal charities feels like such a hands-off thing to do, but until I can find more practical ways to work for the cause, ways that I can realistically pursue, what else is there?
Nosey
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Haven't done one of these Writer's Block things before, but this one caught my interest (me being more than just a bit of a word nerd...) Two of my favourite words are 'flummoxed' and 'gobsmacked', not just because they sound cool, but because they effectively convey that unique sense of bewilderment and surprise that I often feel in my daily interactions with other people.

Many's the time I have longed to quote Blackadder at someone - "I am anaspeptic, phrasmotic, even compunctuous to have caused you such pericombobulations."
Nosey
I posted this originally as a reply to a post on the Childfree forum that asked for people's stories about how they made the decision to be childfree. Here's mine.

The decision has only crystallised for me fairly recently.

I must admit I didn't think a great deal about it when I was growing up, other than feeling a vague sense of resentment that having children was something I was expected to do, as a female (and my Catholic upbringing really didn't help - I once asked a priest if it was okay to get married and not have children; his response, predictably enough, was that it was a very selfish thing to do, but you could get away with it if you had "grave reasons.")

During my 20s, I kind of put off thinking about children, figuring it was something I didn't have to think about while I didn't have a stable, long-term relationship. I did have a couple of minor pregnancy scares, and I certainly had no hesitation in rushing off to get the morning-after pill if anything ever went even slightly wrong with the protection - my level of panic and terror on these occasions really should have told me something. However, I think I just put it down to "not being ready".

The thing is, I had always really liked the idea of being married - of one day finding the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I guess the idea that children were automatically a part of the marriage equation was so deeply ingrained that I figured I'd maybe warm to the idea once I found "the one".

Going on seven years ago, I found him, and we got married in November last year. We went through a period of about six months, maybe a year ago, where we talked about having children. We got as far as deciding that we would homeschool them, as neither of us are great fans of the school system in Australia, and I even had names picked out at one point. Then all of a sudden I started thinking seriously about the implications of having children, and what it would mean for our lives, for our relationship and for all the things we still want to do. I also realised how much sense it made to stay childfree. After all, I've never particularly enjoyed the company of young children - I have to work really hard to get along with them, when mostly I'd rather just tell them to leave me alone - and I've never been the kind of woman who goes all mushy at the sight of babies. No, those feelings are reserved for puppies!

Gradually, my man and I realised that we'd rather not be parents. When I joined the childfree forum, I was still not completely convinced I didn't want children - or that it was even permissible for me to be married and not have kids (yeah, Catholic guilt dies hard, believe me...) but now I feel that the childfree choice makes complete sense in so many ways. We haven't taken the steps yet to make our childfreedom permanent, but I think that may be on the cards.

Now I'm just hoping that I don't get struck down by the baby rabies before I hit 40 (I'm 32 now).
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