I’m figuring out the scheduling of posts for this blog, and how best to post to reach other cooks/foodies and connect! I would really like to become a part of the cooking/blogging community, but I’m afraid its a little bit like this. I’d probably be like this, and end up just like this. (That last gif is stunningly close to my current growing-out-pixie-cut hair length. Add that to an exam/assessment schedule that threatens to knock my sanity and I am in hell.)
Let me know about your food adventures, and I’ll be delighted and tempted to stay in bed all day blogging forever and ever. Lets swap recipes and talk technique. I’m all ears!
Until then, this is my moussaka. The boyf refuses to remember what its called, and so he just calls it ‘mouse cakes’ – seeing as it is the most inauthentic moussaka to grace the blogosphere, I’m tempted to just call it that. But its a loose interpretation of the delicious greek lasagne and hell, I love it. Plus, eggplants are on crazy-sale, so when I make a shittonne of baba ganoujsh it goes nicely. You could also just use extra fried eggplant.
Finally, this could totally be made as a vegetarian dish by just omitting the meat altogether. The mushrooms add enough flavour/meatiness on their own and you could even ‘beef’ it up with some lentils. If you’re feeling extra fancy, add in some yummy kalamata olives before you slather the dish in baba ganoujsh. Read the rest of this entry »
Yesterday, I woke up at 6. Coffee. I went to an interview with a very scary government organization. Coffee, coffee, coffee. I waited in the lobby because I was half an hour early. Coffee, tea (for variety – mixing caffienes makes them much more efficient)
After a scary interview (while drinking coffee – four hours down the drain-o) I hopped a bus and went to work. From work, (coffee) I went to uni. Then, and only then, did I get a chance to much on the food in my bag. I proceeded to demolish
A WHOLE LOAF OF TURKISH BREAD AND A HELLAVALOTTA BABA GANOUJSH.
After class (finishing at 8pm) I had hot cocoa and went to see Evermore play live at the ANU bar. Hilarious. People just dance so strangely. What is with the dance people tend to do with their legs more than shoulder width apart and just gyrating their hips? It looks like they’ve crapped themselves. That’s only excusable if you’re eaten some damn fine streetfood in Thailand that was orifice-weeping worthy, and even then, you don’t have to shake yourself around all that much.
This is only post-worthy because today I’m going to have to make up for all the food I didn’t eat yesterday. Prepare yourself for the best beergut revenge I can invoke, probs in the form of the next post around Moussaka. In the meantime, watch as this idiot tries to unite facebook, twitter, pinterest and this wordpress – I still don’t know how to put that up on the side here. I swear I’m a 87-year old trapped in this svelte, svelte 22-year old body.
With love, from Charlotte