Two weeks leave, two weeks leave, two weeks leave it's only two weeks, goddammit
The Friday Random Goodtimes never stop.....
1. I’ve realised that I’ve stopped assuming that women I know who have kids have a partner. I don’t know when I stopped assuming this, but I have.
2. Maybe this isn’t news, maybe it is. But I’ve noticed recently how very judgemental our systems to protect children are. A friend told me last night that a friend of hers has been on a single mothers’ pension for some time. She manages to get through the system without much hassle, and has been told “It’s okay, you’re not one of them”. Her response was, “Well, actually, I am. One of them. You know, a single mother, drawing a pension. That would be me”. Apparently they’re more worried about people wearing tracksuit pants and/or smoking. For some reason this reminds me very much of the ‘We’re Ladies’ sequence from Little Britain.
3. Oooh. I overheard some one saying yesterday in response to the news that some one with five kids hadn’t received any payment from Centrelink in two weeks: “Oh for god’s sake love, get a job”. She then turned to her friend and observed that said woman was “earning more than she was – she’s got five kids” as if children were nothing more than a money-making opportunity and didn’t require any ongoing maintenance (y’know, like food and stuff).
4. Is anyone else constantly being told, exceedingly graciously, “You can blog about that if you want”. It seems I can’t have a conversation with Mr Fix lately without him magnanimously adding that loving offer to the end of it. I suppose in some senses this is gracious, because my tendency is to make sharp fun of him when given the opportunity.
5. I’m sure other people pored over Eurovision in rapt attention. I let Grizzlewick dance along to the first couple of entires as I had forgotten it displaced ‘Top Gear’ that night. I had to change channels when the Swedish entry came on. * shudder * I know it’s really groovy and peace-love-mung beans etc, and perhaps it’s the advent of the various Idol incarnations that has ruined it for me, but jeeze, they only need to add a slippery pole and couple of brightly coloured pontoons and this would be It’s A Knockout.
6. Carrot dip. It’s really quite something.
1. I’ve realised that I’ve stopped assuming that women I know who have kids have a partner. I don’t know when I stopped assuming this, but I have.
2. Maybe this isn’t news, maybe it is. But I’ve noticed recently how very judgemental our systems to protect children are. A friend told me last night that a friend of hers has been on a single mothers’ pension for some time. She manages to get through the system without much hassle, and has been told “It’s okay, you’re not one of them”. Her response was, “Well, actually, I am. One of them. You know, a single mother, drawing a pension. That would be me”. Apparently they’re more worried about people wearing tracksuit pants and/or smoking. For some reason this reminds me very much of the ‘We’re Ladies’ sequence from Little Britain.
3. Oooh. I overheard some one saying yesterday in response to the news that some one with five kids hadn’t received any payment from Centrelink in two weeks: “Oh for god’s sake love, get a job”. She then turned to her friend and observed that said woman was “earning more than she was – she’s got five kids” as if children were nothing more than a money-making opportunity and didn’t require any ongoing maintenance (y’know, like food and stuff).
4. Is anyone else constantly being told, exceedingly graciously, “You can blog about that if you want”. It seems I can’t have a conversation with Mr Fix lately without him magnanimously adding that loving offer to the end of it. I suppose in some senses this is gracious, because my tendency is to make sharp fun of him when given the opportunity.
5. I’m sure other people pored over Eurovision in rapt attention. I let Grizzlewick dance along to the first couple of entires as I had forgotten it displaced ‘Top Gear’ that night. I had to change channels when the Swedish entry came on. * shudder * I know it’s really groovy and peace-love-mung beans etc, and perhaps it’s the advent of the various Idol incarnations that has ruined it for me, but jeeze, they only need to add a slippery pole and couple of brightly coloured pontoons and this would be It’s A Knockout.
6. Carrot dip. It’s really quite something.
posted by gigglewick at
6:43 pm
9 Comments:
you had me all the way, until the carrot dip. Do you mean the one with coriander? Yes? For me, not so much.
No, actually I'm constantly being told "that does not need to go on the blog".
Which is a shame, because the world is missing out on an awful lot of pure gold in the form of stuff my wife (or, quite often, her friends) come up with.
I shall look into this carrot dip of which you speak. Which could be a whole evening's entertainment if I was drinking a little more heavily.
Thirdcat,
Yes and cumin. I love it. I don't like carrot soup though. I don't know what that means.
INCraig,
Heh. i don't just get it from Mr Fix, I've been receiving this instruction from friends also. In fact, one friend said that if she checked my blog and the story in question didn't appear, she would be cross. Gah - the reading public, etc.
Carrot dip in question is a Jill Dupleix recipe. Don't tell AB.
As soon as I read 'Jill Dupleix' I immediately thought "Arrgggh! I must tell AB!".
Sadly, I do not know AB in her real-person-type entirety; although I'd be much the richer if I did.
And I will never surrender my utter love for taramosalata to *chokes* carrot dip! GW! what are you thinking? Jeez!
It's full of carroty goodness, Meva! It is 3/4 kilo of vegetables, that I practically ate in ONE SITTING!
Of course my breath has reeked of garlic for the last 24 hours, but being an old married crone I can live with that. Mr Fix on the other hand.....
they do a rather violent shade of orange carrot dip at the lebanese joint up the road from me. perhaps i will have a taste test of that first before launching into a JD recepie. hee will HAVE to tell AB!
what kind of kitchen equipment does one need to make a dip of this calibre?
Mex,
surprisingly little. You just boil the buggery out of some carrots, then stick them in a blender (sans water) with crushed garlic, cumin, sambal oelek (my choice, but I think the recipe uses harissa) and a couple of table spoons of olive oil. Whiz it until the blender starts making frightening grinding noises.
Voy-lar!
Intensely orange dip guaranteed to give you reeking breath for hours. I recommend wholemean pita, or eating it straight out of the bowl.
Look, I know I'm on leave and everything, but I'm feeling decidedly Delia right now...
Oh, I love Top Gear! And I think combining Eurovision with It's a Knockout would be a fab idea - as you say, it's close already, and it's not like they're really playing their instruments or anything, so maneuvering over a detergent covered pole above a green slime pit whilst performing and having the audience throw carrot dip at them should be no problem!
aha! the problem there would be "lack-of-blenderitis"... dang!
i hope you are enjoying your leave!
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