For cat-lovers

This is a straight steal by me: far from new, and probably watched a zillion times. But as I’ve been a cat-lover all my life, and this video made me laugh so loudly that Boodie got out of bed to come and see what was going down, I thought that maybe there’s a person (or two) out there who, like me, has missed this ..

Cats showing their people what they think of bad singing, basically.

They do it so much better than I ever could !

It’s about 10 minutes long; but no-one is holding a gun to yore li’l haid ..

[grin]

The LAST new recipe

It’s all got a bit beyond me, this constant experimenting with new vegetarian recipes. My problem is simple, and probably incomprehensible to most cooks: I get stressed by the various timings.

Let’s say a recipe instructs me to “cover and allow to simmer actively for 8-10 minutes, and meanwhile prepare the tomato sauce”. What almost invariably happens is that I take too long to make the sauce and the [whatever], simmering away with gusto, has thickened down to the point of being glutinous. (No, not gluttonous – that’s moi !)

Multiply this by one, two or three other stages and you have a large, stressed and rapidly becoming enraged cooking person.

OK, so it don’t happen every time; and I have certainly taken to reading any recipe through exhaustively .. but as I’ve generally forgotten the opening sentence by the time I’m half-way through, that doesn’t help enormously. Sighh .. No: senility and increasing grumpiness combine to produce a steamy kitchen !

ANYWAY ..

Here goes for the last recipe I’d never made before.

Pay attention this way, Sue !   :)


Lentil Shepherd’s Pie with Root Vegies mash

prep: 15′   cook: 45′   serves 4

Ingredients

    • 2 tbsp vegetable oil
    • 4 red onions, thinly sliced
    • 200g puy lentils
    • 2 tbsp finely chopped rosemary
    • 1 tbsp vegetable stock powder
    • 2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
    • 350g peeled and diced carrots
    • 350g peeled and diced swede
    • 350g peeled and diced potato
    • 50g parmigiano, finely grated

Method

    • Heat the oil in a large pan and fry the onions for 8 mins until softened.
    • Put a kettle on to boil. Stir the lentils, rosemary, stock powder and balsamic vinegar into the onions, pour in 1 litre boiling water, add seasoning, and simmer for 25-30 mins with the occasional stir until the lentils are soft but still have some bite.
    • Meanwhile, cook the root veg for 25 mins. (I can only imagine it’s really exciting if you get these two stages to match ..)
    • Mash the root veg with a masher. Add seasoning.
    • Use a slotted spoon to transfer the lentil mixture into a pie dish, top with the mash, then scatter over the cheese.
    • While it’s still hot, grill the pie to melt the cheese
    • Serve pie with cooked green veg. My favourite green veg is cabbage, but broccolini passes muster; and you should prepare ’em small. Use one of these

for cabbage, and not only will you shred it wonderfully fine in  no time at all,  but you will also festoon practically everything around you with little light green bits. Yesss !   :)


Astoundingly, this is REALLY tasty. Well, I think I’m surprised by the lentils part: I expected the bottom of the shepherd’s pie to be fairly bland, but it was extremely flavoursome. Of course, I should’ve said “is”, as there’s enough left over for even the largest and grumpiest of cooking persons to have several more meals out of it. Which is how I eat, basically. And I don’t get bored, either.

So that was it. From now on I shall simply rotate among the plentiful number of recipes I’ve made before and know I like. There are so many of these that already I’ve reached the stage of saying “Oh, I’d forgotten all about haloumi pasta ! Great ! That’s my next dinner !”.

Taking unnecessary travel a bit far

I am a bus traveller. I have no car, and am not on a train-line; so it’s buses for me. (When, that is, times are normal.) My bus pass is a ‘Myki’, for which I’ve set an online top-up control and thus is my life rendered painless.

In my Inbox this-morning I found this:

and thought “Hang on .. They sent me a new one, and I’ve even been able to use it !”; so I opened it with trepidation, expecting to be faced with some announcement from Public Travel Victoria that would require yet another series of phone-calls to Customer Service that always end with steam coming out my ears.

Once opened, the email said:

Isn’t that nice ? PTV wants me to know that they like me. Warm feeling all over.

[grin]

No, I haven’t !

I have NOT put a blue rinse through my hair.

My new gravatar looks very much like a grumpy old broad who has dipped her head in a basin of grumpy-old-lady blue dye.

Bugger !

It is merely grey, folks. There is still some dark stuff around the back; but basically I’m just – grey.

NOT blue.

Thinks: what if I had it whitened ..? Like Goanna’s – which looks great !

[thoughtful look ..]

Boodie on the wander

Looks like a little angel. Is actually a very small monster .. Well, OK, not that bad; but he was making my life a misery with wanting to escape. And then he found out how. Did my best to prevent it, but couldn’t block up the escape route. For a while I was intending to spend a painful amount of money on having a professional bit of cat-fencing-in done (which would’ve brought his cost, so far, to over $2,000, what with the vet fees); but before that came about, the solution did !

After yet another escape, I simply gave up. I opened the front door and went about whatever I was doing at the time. Boodie was back in an hour or two; rushed about excitedly and went out again. Came back in half an hour. Repeated the activity, and returned in about ten minutes. From then on I didn’t bother about anything: I knew that there was nothing to bother about.

Last night for the first time he went out into the dark before I’d gone to bed. I decided not to panic when he didn’t return for half an hour, and shut everything down, including myself; but I left my bedside light on.

At some stage he leaped onto my stomach from the ground – fairly likely to wake me up – and settled down to sleep. At some other stage he went out again. When he woke me up this-morning, the dent in the duvet told me he’d been asleep there for a good long while.

Made my teeny adorable cat happy. Stopped myself from being driven mad. Saved almost $700.

Yes, I do know cats are not meant to be outside at night for fear of their eating the local wildlife; but there isn’t any around here – except one very large goanna, which would in all likelihood eat Boodie in any confrontation – but he is not a confrontational moggy – and this is a very singular environment. I like it so much, here at MACS; and now I like it even more.

This is me being helpful, see ..?

Phil, the gasp-making knitter I posted about some days back, has herself posted about re-growing vegies – one of her many “gardening” activities (inverted commas to divide this one from those where she is actually out in the garden). Definitely worth reading, as it’s couched within writing about knitting !

This is of great interest to me: buying seeds is fairly expensive; and the whole process fraught with the difficulty of dealing with flying or crawling or hatching pests.

So I draw your attention — in the event that you, too, should wish to have in your kitchen some vegies that are much easier to produce than are their seeds alone — to this YouTube video.

You’ll find that it actually IS helpful, once you can get your head around the mechanically- (I s’pose I should say ‘electronically-‘) produced voice-over .. I find these largely entertaining, as they’re generally appalling with phrasing: I’ve heard some that have so puzzled me as to prevent comprehension of some sentences; but this one isn’t as bad as that. Promise.

OK, that’s it – my contribution to the Covid-19 time-filling agenda.

:)

This made me laugh like an idiot (shut up !)

I do like all the Covid-19 memes and jokes and spoofs that are going about: they often make me laugh – A Very Good Thing, eh ?

But this one ! – it was meant for a crochet site, so mine will have to do:

I laugh every time I look at it !   :D

And here’s another one, that’s just nice:

Whaddya reckon, eh ?   :)

P.S.: you probably need this – I did !

Boodie says ..

.. season’s greetings.

:)

Well, he would say it if he could talk.

This delicious photo was taken yesterday by K, his erstwhile foster-mum. She brought a son with her; and they spent a happy 45 minutes or so playing with him and chatting with me. (I don’t think it was the other way ’round; but it was 24 hours ago.)

I believe he’s still small. I pray that he never gets bigger.

But on the other hand, what’s the point of praying ? If there’s a god of some sort s/he will know that I haven’t led an exemplary life; and the only other option is that there isn’t. So I don’t actually pray: I just .. hope.   :)

Today marks two important birthdays for me

The first is that of my dear and very loved friend up in Sydney, the Goanna. I have known her since, I think, 1971; and have loved her from about a fortnight after I met her. Goanna is forthright, honest, amusing and VERY good at her chosen profession (which she keeps saying she’s not going to do any more …).

The second is that of Mr B. Bettong, NWT*, who turns the magnificent age of 1 ! (Goanna is a bit older than that.)

“Wot ?”, I hear you cry; “I see no Boodie !”.

Ah, but you have to look closely. In fact, really, really closely … Zoom in on the cat-scratching pole, about half-way up, and there you will see – his whiskers !    :)

But I shall provide a better view, albeit still a little restricted:

wherein can be detected signs of his breakfast. Is he not adorable ?!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOANNA AND BOODIE !!!

 

 

*Neatly-wrapped tail