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chaletianSo, the post-match analysis of yesterday's culinary efforts:
1. Chocolate Chip Cookies
Now, mostly these are a breeze. My trouble comes with sugar. The recipe calls for soft light sugar. I do not keep in stock soft brown sugar (some of you may recall me having this issue a while ago). I have in the past compromised by using half demerara and half soft dark sugar, which works well. Last night I forgot about this, and just used soft dark sugar, which I feel was a mistake. It's a very clumpy sugar and I clearly didn't cream it as well as I should have done because there ended up being lumps of sugar in the cookies. A little too sweet. I mun return, I think, to my half and half method.
2. Shepherd's Pie
The shep. p. itself was fine, obviously (it's hard to go wrong here, though I did have to make an emergency onion call to Katie on her way home). What is notable, I think, is that I managed to make, serve and eat the shep. p. all whilst on the phone, which, as those of you au fait with my complete inability to multitask will appreciate, was pretty damn impressive. I feel there may be hope for me after all.
3. Tiramisu
Ha ha! See what I did there? Actually, I merely just took the plastic containers of tiramisu out of the fridge, but for a moment you actually thought I made it!! Ha! *coughs* OK, yes, let's move on... As a matter of fact, I would quite like to have a stab at tiramisu, just to see if I could do it. The lady who owned the place in Italy we used to go to used to make the fabbest tiramisu, so much nicer than shop stuff.
Anyway, moving on from the culinary. I have an appraisal on Friday (Priscilla told us yesterday - always nice to have lots of notice - though, actually, it's probably as well I didn't know any sooner as I would simply have stressed for longer). I fear appraisals, because there seems to be a sharp divide (some may call it a schism, and I wouldn't disagree) between how I see my job performance and how others seem to see it. I think I am fairly shit at my job, apart from the parts where I think I'm quite good. Other people seem to think I'm quite good at it. But I know my version of events is the right one, because I'm the one doing the job. And it's that horrible waiting for realisation to dawn on everyone else that I'm a bit shit, and wondering if this will be the one when I get called on it. And even Richard telling me yesterday afternoon that what I do is really valuable does not assuage the fear. And I know that really the best thing to do would be to make sure I did my job immaculately, but it never seems to work out that way. Still, we'll see what happens. I'm being a bit genius at the moment, which is probably as well.
Katie was hilarious last night. I am, essentially, mocking her pain, and I realise that and am OK with it. She was very cold (we actually had the heating on in the end), and attempting to wander round in her quilt, which kept ending very, very badly, and with me laughing at her. Plus we watched a thing of Michael Rosenbaum on that MTV Cribs thing, which was extremely funny. Ah, how we laughed.
ETA: Also, I am reading a ridiculously frivolous book at the moment, called Bergdorf Blondes, and enjoying it immensely. I'm not really one for chicklit, but the occasional dip doesn't go amiss.
1. Chocolate Chip Cookies
Now, mostly these are a breeze. My trouble comes with sugar. The recipe calls for soft light sugar. I do not keep in stock soft brown sugar (some of you may recall me having this issue a while ago). I have in the past compromised by using half demerara and half soft dark sugar, which works well. Last night I forgot about this, and just used soft dark sugar, which I feel was a mistake. It's a very clumpy sugar and I clearly didn't cream it as well as I should have done because there ended up being lumps of sugar in the cookies. A little too sweet. I mun return, I think, to my half and half method.
2. Shepherd's Pie
The shep. p. itself was fine, obviously (it's hard to go wrong here, though I did have to make an emergency onion call to Katie on her way home). What is notable, I think, is that I managed to make, serve and eat the shep. p. all whilst on the phone, which, as those of you au fait with my complete inability to multitask will appreciate, was pretty damn impressive. I feel there may be hope for me after all.
3. Tiramisu
Ha ha! See what I did there? Actually, I merely just took the plastic containers of tiramisu out of the fridge, but for a moment you actually thought I made it!! Ha! *coughs* OK, yes, let's move on... As a matter of fact, I would quite like to have a stab at tiramisu, just to see if I could do it. The lady who owned the place in Italy we used to go to used to make the fabbest tiramisu, so much nicer than shop stuff.
Anyway, moving on from the culinary. I have an appraisal on Friday (Priscilla told us yesterday - always nice to have lots of notice - though, actually, it's probably as well I didn't know any sooner as I would simply have stressed for longer). I fear appraisals, because there seems to be a sharp divide (some may call it a schism, and I wouldn't disagree) between how I see my job performance and how others seem to see it. I think I am fairly shit at my job, apart from the parts where I think I'm quite good. Other people seem to think I'm quite good at it. But I know my version of events is the right one, because I'm the one doing the job. And it's that horrible waiting for realisation to dawn on everyone else that I'm a bit shit, and wondering if this will be the one when I get called on it. And even Richard telling me yesterday afternoon that what I do is really valuable does not assuage the fear. And I know that really the best thing to do would be to make sure I did my job immaculately, but it never seems to work out that way. Still, we'll see what happens. I'm being a bit genius at the moment, which is probably as well.
Katie was hilarious last night. I am, essentially, mocking her pain, and I realise that and am OK with it. She was very cold (we actually had the heating on in the end), and attempting to wander round in her quilt, which kept ending very, very badly, and with me laughing at her. Plus we watched a thing of Michael Rosenbaum on that MTV Cribs thing, which was extremely funny. Ah, how we laughed.
ETA: Also, I am reading a ridiculously frivolous book at the moment, called Bergdorf Blondes, and enjoying it immensely. I'm not really one for chicklit, but the occasional dip doesn't go amiss.
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Date: 2007-11-14 10:39 am (UTC)It is norty to mock Katie's frozen pain. Oui. Possibly gone-wrong biscuits are a Divine Judgement. Because we all know God works in mysterious ways.
Assessment will be fine. Clearly. And noone will ever find out unless they read your mind & I am fairly sure they are not allowed to do that...
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Date: 2007-11-14 02:12 pm (UTC)I use it again in defiance.
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