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Anyone who’s been out late and drunk in Adelaide, has come across the legendary BBC (broad bean, bean curd chutney) at Ying Chow on Gouger St. Beloved of vegetarians, omnomnominovores alike, I’ve been searching for a version elsewhere. Having failed miserably, I’ve come up with a version which scratches the itch.

You need:

  • Peanut oil, 3 tbsp-ish
  • Pickled chinese cabbage (Ma Ling, Ming Fa, seems like they all come in yellow cans in your local asian grocer.)Good Choice Trading Inc.
  • Spicy fried tofu
  • Chillies to taste
  • 4 cloves garlic
  • knob of ginger (maybe 1cm-ish)
  • 2 tsp fish sauce
  • 2 tbsp oyster sauce
  • Soy beans/Shelled edamame (can get frozen already shelled in most asian grocers) 300g or thereabouts. More if you like edamame
  • Chiu Chow Chilli Oil – 3 tsp of the oil and 1 of the chilli mixture
  • chilli flakes or chilli powder (optional to taste)

Prep
So take some peanut oil, 1 tbsp, and maybe 1 tsp of the chilli oil and some chilli flakes and fry up the spicy fried tofu (cut it into small, thin bits) until crisp and set aside
Take your chinese cabbage and give it a good rinse and chop it up finely and set aside
Boil the edamame (bout 3 min in salted water) and set aside

Putting it together
Then put remaining peanut oil, chilli oil and chilli oil (and chilli flakes/powder ifyou wish) mixture into your pan with finely cut garlic and ginger for a few minutes.
Once getting aromatic, chuck in the chinese cabbage and stir around for a couple of minutes
Add in the edemame and the tofu bits
Add in the fish sauce and the oyster sauce, fry up for another minute or so and then serve with steamed white rice

For the non vegetarian, a sliced duck breast is delicious with this
Get a duck breast, score the fat, rub in salt and chinese five spice into the fat and fry until desired level of done-ness. Slice thinly and drape over rice and BBC.

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Shin Ramen is probably my favourite instant noodle. Its frigging delicious. However it does have palm oil in it, and the fried noodles are not the best for you…
I’ve been experimenting with some home made variations of the soup and i reckon i’ve got a good compromise on taste and complexity.
For reference
Delicious but way complicated
Simple but missing something

For around 500ml of soup:
Dashi powder (From japenese shop) 1tsp
Chicken stock 1tsp
gochujang (Korean chilli paste) 1tbspoon
doenjang (Korean soya bean paste) 1-1.5 tablespoon  (or more if you like more heat)
gochugaru (Korean chilli flakes) – to taste
Garlic (powder or do it yourself is fine) – bit of a sprinkle (to taste)

and then whatever noodles you like (i quite like the hakubaku or even better are the fresh frozen ones you can get at asian shops), prawns, bits of chicken, corn, dumpling, asian greens, enoki & shitaki mushrooms etc

I love the nutcracker, it is un abashed corny pastel pink fun. I’ve danced it plenty of times myself and I still think the grand pas de deux music is just sublime.
Having lived in crappy $ruralTown for the last few years with no semblance of theatre to see I gorged myself when recently in London and Italy
I saw 2 nutcrackers, one by the English National Ballet and the Royal Ballet and here follows my thoughts on these productions.
English National Ballet;s version is choreographed by  Wayne Eagling who has fiddled considerably with the story and the choreography. I’m not sure if its his choreography or the fact that the company was under-rehearsed but the group work was scrappy, particularly noticeable in the snow scene. For Principals we had Alina Cojucaru and Vadim who were both individually beautiful. Alina, as always, was stunning, all goodness and light as the sugar plum fairy, and Vadim’s solo showed off his lush technique. However it looked like they hadn’t rehearsed together enough as he dropped her twice, and he apparently forgot the finale.
The chinese dance had a welcome update – in contrast to the Royal Ballets which I will savage shortly, becoming a bit crouching tiger and hidden dragon but a welcome change from the bumbling chinamen of the Royal Ballet. There is a confusing bit pre-snow scene, danced by the lovely Alison McWhinney which was beautifully danced though i’m a little confused as to who the heck ‘Louise’ is and what she has to do with the story. I should have bought the program…. The Arabian dance though was very strange. A slave is introduced, with some terrible homo-erotic pseudo bondage choreography who is then freed by Clara. All in all bizzare and I feel completely out of place for a nutcracker.
The Royal Ballet’s Nutcracker is by Peter Wright and on the whole I quite like how the did the story – Drosselmeyer’s Nephew is cursed into a Nutcracker doll by the Mouse King after Dross invents a mousetrap that decimates the mousey population.  This spell can only be broken by the love of a young girl. Dross is invited to a Christmas party and knowing Clara will be there, thinks this is the chance for his nephew. She loves the nutcracker , they beat the  mouse king and Dross is so happy he uses all his magic to reward Clara for his magic by conjuring up the land of sweets and all the various divertisments in Act II. Ballet isn’t narrative gold, but this seemed to be as good a story for nutcracker as I’ve seen.  It gives Clara and the nephew a chance to dance with the divertisments which is better than the usually passive role they have in Act II. The national dances were fine, except the Chinese dance which is unforgiveabluy racist. National Dances are, by and large, a caricature of folk dances – but all of them, other than the chinese is treated with respect, its over the top but they are taken seriously. The chinese dance has them in the long pony tails with their fingers extended with much head bobbing and buffoonery. WHen Clara joins in, it is in a gross parody of the gross parody and the whole effect is mean spirited. THe poor chinese aren’t even allowed dignity in the curtain call, with them playing the fool even then. It needs to be changed and frankly i’m surprised that is allowed to continue to exist in its current form.
The principals were Nunez and Soares. They partnered well together, and Nunez was a regal sugar plum fairy. Soares however was a disappointment, his solo was underpowered and flabby with floppy entrechat sixes and a completely puny mange of assemble tours in the middle. To finish an off balance pirouette. Terrible, I would, and have seem better from junior competitions.
He also had absolutely no idea of the finale and muffed it totally, going in the wrong direction at one point.

After ordering a mushroom soup to go

excuse me, could I have a spoon please?

oh i’m so sorry, we’re all out of spoons. I have given you 2 knives though….

brits are weird.

At a met call
Ok oxygen turn it up full via hudson. What’s her sats. Can we get an ECG… 
Oh hey. Are you plastics? 
Urr yeah.. Have we got a line in? 
Mrs blah wants to discharge with some endone. 
Um not a good time.. Blood pressure? 
Oh yeah. Sure. 
Have we got an old ecg, take usual blood and a gas. 
Is just that she wants to go and you haven’t written her up…

Its been a long time. I started a new job this year as the plastics and dermatology registrar at #ruralhospital and they certainly got their pound of flesh with essentially constant on call.
Excitingly I have a holiday coming up and I hope to get back into this blogging thing and maybe a creepy po-um or two.

recently there has been an internet meme ’10 reasons I love dancers’ which, while I have a great many things better to do, pissed me right off. It reminded me of a reason why I left dance. Its the insane narcissism and the complete lack of perspective that many dancers have. Having been a professional dancer and have more or less successfully transitioned into a ‘real job’ I think i’m well qualified to call bullshit. Also I posted this comment and it was censored so I’m extra pissed.
Being a professional dancer is an incredible stroke of luck and a wonderfully privileged position.It is a lot of work but everything good is. There are a lot harder lives out there.
Professional dancers are a privileged bunch > they are genetically gifted, lucky enough to be born into a family which has the resources to provide the outrageously expensive training needed to become a professional dancer and then do a job they love which is not a critical service. Not to downgrade its importance, but lets face it, if you have a crap performance its unlikely anyone will die/the public suffer unduly. I suppose if you have a spectacularly off day you could fouette into the orchestra pit can cause some carnage… But the chance to do something like dance FOR A LIVING is just preposterous.

Arch bars are painful.

Arch Bars


They’re often used in maxillofacial surgery to fix busted up mandibles (of which we see an awful lot of)
They are not comfortable with sharp metally bits sticking into gums.

A patient of ours was recently rediscovered from the wild, as it were, with arch bars half on. 8 years after having them placed and subsequently lost to follow up.
8 years. More interesting is that he had come into hospital on several occasions and no-one had noticed them
Crazy

More unrelated photos

Libibing Village, Lesotho


Sunrise over Kibo Crater, Killimanjaro

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