Go on, you Patricks

It’s been a mixed day for the Irish, hasn’t it? 4 points off a 6-Nations victory (merde!). Denied yet again, as far as I can tell… But they’re celebrating in Jamaica now. What an upset that was. Good on Ireland, but what on earth happened to the batting order of Pakistan? I feel for them. Their reception at home will not be good. But these things happen in ODI. What an interesting World Cup this could end up being.

house demolition

WTH? I thought I’d just modify a few cosmetic things on my blog and Blogger made me choose a new template. Oh hell. Does this mean another week of working out how to change things to how I like it? Dammitalltoheck. I guess things have changed since I last did any blogging. Darn dotcoms and their love-in takeovers. Dammitalltoheck.

Ms Lazy-pants here will be leaving this place looking like crap until she finishes her own version of March Madness. But she musn’t complain. That new “labels” function looks like fun… Even a little… WordPress?

what world cup?

As far as most sporting games are concerned, I tend to lend my support to my adopted home of Scotland, even though they suck at football, cricket, rugby… You name it, they suck at it. On the world stage, when Scotland don’t qualify for whatever World Cup is on that year, I generally cheer on all the other British and Irish teams. So, that will be England and Ireland for the footie, and Wales for the cricket. Ha. Not being a true Scot, I don’t have an automatic, born-with hate of the Sassenachs. And they’re usually entertaining enough to warrant my interest anyway.

So, it’s with no compunction whatsoever that when the Ashes are played, unlike the Scottish tabloids, I give my misplaced yet wholehearted support to the underdogs: the English. And like every other cricket fan who is not pro-Aussie, I suffer. Mind you, the suffering is less great when you can’t even watch the damn tests. A number on a website is a lot easier to quickly erase from your memory.

It gets complicated when both teams end up in the same championship. But they tend to be separated into different groups. And Scotland sucking at everything means the teams usually don’t meet (apart from the odd game or so… but it’s been a couple of decades. at least). So this time round, I was trying to work out how or when the Auld Enemies would pit bowlers and batsmen against each other.

Then this happens. If you’re 203 short in an ODI, even if you are playing possibly the best side of the tournament, maybe it’s time to start saying things like “It’s the taking part that matters” or “At least our fielders can catch the ruddy ball”. But I’m proud of Scotland. They took on a giant and didn’t flinch. (OK, they might have. I dunno. I don’t get to watch any cricket in this god-forsaken country! Not even the ruddy highlights!!) From the blow-by-blow account, courtesy of the Beeb, it looks like underdogs made a valiant attempt to limit the run rate, but were out-classed. And in typical Scotland fashion (at least in rugby.nobody mention the 6-nations please. it hurts), gave too much at the beginning and suffered at the very end.

It may make more sense for someone from the Asia-Pacific region to cheer on the best of the local talent, especially when one can choose from giants like the All Blacks or even the Aussies. But once you’ve lived and supported in Scotland, it seems so traitorous to go glory-seeking in Australasia. Here’s to many more decades of cheering wildly whenever Scotland score a collective century.

Banana and blueberry muffins

Banana and blueberry muffins

I’m always envious of those Martha Stewart types who seem to have it all together. You know, nice home, nice garden, nice kids, good food on the table, nice table settings. And I’ve always suspected that while Martha Stewart herself has a huge operational team to make that happen for her, there really exist real women and men out there who live the life she has trademarked. Such people can get up in the morning, put the coffee on, make the bed, groom themselves, get breakfast ready, get the kids ready, yadda-yadda-ya… And that’s just within one hour in the morning.

On the best of mornings (and only weekend ones at that), I just about manage to get out of bed some time after 1000h, stumble to the shower, waste copious amounts of water to get my eyes open, and demand breakfast very loudly until P gets up and makes it. But today, for some odd and unknown reason, I made muffins. Banana and blueberry ones at that. I’ve never made muffins. Not successfully anyway. I can make the most intricate of damn sachertortes, but hand me a muffin tin and crap comes out. Figuratively. Please, what do you think I am? Cack-handed?

Recipe courtesy of Epicurious.com. Not having a Martha Stewart team of organised people to ensure all reagents were in place prior to baking, I was about 2 bananas short of a full cup and completely lacking oat bran. But I had frozen blueberries. That counts for something. Substituting oat bran with some weird New-Age seven-grain hot breakfast mix seemed to work, with the pleasant side-effect of crunchy, nutty bits without the sat fats of nuts. But substituting a shortfall of bananas with milk, vanilla and maple syrup results in an overly moist muffin lacking structure.

No matter. P liked it. While not a success, it wasn’t a complete failure.

Eww. I’ve just looked at this post on Firefox and my muffins look like crap. They looked OK on iPhoto and Safari. What’s up with that?

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Sweep those ashes away. It was all over after the first test, wasn’t it? Some would say it was all over before it even began with a dismal English summer, injuries and coaching changes. I’ll never know; didn’t even get to see any highlights in the boondocks. Oh well. Time to shore up the defences for the upcoming 6 Nations. We’ll no doubt be watching Scotland get trashed in a pro-England pub yet again. I tell you, it’s worse than living in England.

The 1.5 year wait is over… In 14 hours.

akatsuki crawls from under the very big rock she’s hiding under in anticipation of… The Ashes!

I know it’s not very Scottish and all, but I can’t help backing England when it comes to the Ashes. They’ve been the underdogs for a long time, but I guess you could say the same for the Aussies. Come to think of it, in a competition between two countries, they both get to be the underdogs every so often. Ach well. Who cares? (Besides, when all Scottish cricket will aspire to is the occasional inclusion into the World Cup and Div2 county cricket, one’s kind of lacking of a local team to support. Though you can’t say I didn’t fully back the Saltires while in Embra; I at least peeped over the wall on my way home if the games lasted long enough. And even paid for entry to quite a number of weekend matches. And watched all too many drunken brawls in the process. Scottish football is a little more civilised. They at least wait till you’re *outside* the grounds to throw glass bottles at you.)

14 hours to go. I cannae wait! I even got broadband in my apartment so I could get at TMS on the internet. Shame there’s absolutely no way to watch highlights apart from the 30 seconds that Sky Sports occasionally lets us have during the weekend round-up on Focks Sport Sucker Channel. (Although I must say AZN, the Asian-American channel, had a decent 30 min program at the weekend during the India-England series this summer. Here’s hoping they’re interested in the very non-Asian Ashes as well. But who knows. Monty is quite the looker.)

And akatsuki crawls back to being the over-worked, under-paid, under-appreciated scientist lab dogsbody that she has grown accustomed to being. Food blogging? What food blog? I don’t even eat anymore. Let alone bake, cook or blog…

Feeling the heat in LA, both weather- and work-wise. Going through a depressive slump as a result. What’s a girl to do to combat the resulting insomnia when crosswords aren’t doing the trick? Buy some new cookbooks, that’s what!

After a particularly cruddy day at work (and I mean this in the literal sense; omg i’m never going to do anyone a favour again), the satisfaction from opening the Amazon box sitting on my desk was close to that gained from tearing off the wrapping of an anticipated Christmas present. For within the box were two impulse purchases: Harumi’s Japanese Cooking and Washoku- recipes from the Japanese Home Kitchen.

Harumisan

I spent 20 minutes waiting for my agar to set salivating over the photo and recipe for Buckwheat Noodle Roll, an insane-looking maki sans rice, but made with buckwheat soba. That’s definitely one to try one of these weekends.

Wa Shoku

Happy now…

Washoku

Feeling the heat in LA, both weather- and work-wise. Going through a depressive slump as a result. What’s a girl to do to combat the resulting insomnia when crosswords aren’t doing the trick? Buy some new cookbooks, that’s what!

After a particularly cruddy day at work (and I mean this in the literal sense; omg i’m never going to do anyone a favour again), the satisfaction from opening the Amazon box sitting on my desk was close to that gained from tearing off the wrapping of an anticipated Christmas present. For within the box were two impulse purchases: Harumi’s Japanese Cooking and Washoku- recipes from the Japanese Home Kitchen.

Harumisan

I spent 20 minutes waiting for my agar to set salivating over the photo and recipe for Buckwheat Noodle Roll, an insane-looking maki sans rice, but made with buckwheat soba. That’s definitely one to try one of these weekends.

Wa Shoku

Happy now…

Cross posted on akatsukieats.