Remember me twittering on about our fancy lights? We’ve went and bought a new gadget – it’s a NEST smoke alarm. We need a new smoke alarm – we’ve been using our old one to prop the dishwasher up, and given the amount of vodka and aftershave in our house, it’s too risky not to have a working system. Now, this isn’t just a smoke alarm. It’s fancy. Real fancy. Our house is becoming the gadget city we always wanted, see. This smoke alarm hooks into my WiFi and will alert me if the batteries are low or if it detects smoke. And how does it do this? IT BLOODY WELL TALKS. Admittedly it’s in a plummy ‘don’t be scared, but you’re about to be cremated’ voice, whereas if I’m about to die, I want a fucking air-raid siren, not Joanna Lumley whispering me to the grave. If I’m honest, we only bought it because it a) works with our thermostat (it’ll thoughtfully turn the boiler off if it’s pumping out more poisonous smoke than the shelter outside a Mecca Bingo at the interlude) and b) it glows. It will momentarily glow green when you shut all the lights off so you know it works. It’ll glow red if you’re on fire. It’ll even glow white for 20 seconds in the hallway if you get up for a piss, which is handy if you’re like us and your bathroom lights are so intense that your helmet blisters as you urinate.
Speaking of bright, they say you should always look on the bright side of life. I generally do. My days aren’t often filled with wonder and drama but they’re always littered with tiny moments of joy or laughter, and that’s a nice way to live. For example, I take great solace in, every day at one attosecond past five’o’clock, I hurtle out of my work office, straight to my car on the 11th floor of the car-park, throw ‘The Final Countdown’ onto Spotify and hurtle down the ramps as fast I can so that as my car pulls out of the car-park, ‘IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN’ plays. There’s just enough time to do it as long as no-one gets in my way. That said, more often than enough, I’ll get stuck behind someone who’s as thick as a submarine door and is trying to operate the barrier by inserting her Boots Advantage card and calling for help on a box of Lillets. But it’s still good fun – a simple pleasure, but a pleasure none the less. I mean, that happiness normally dissipates a second later as I’m stuck behind some numpty in a BMW who thinks the indicator stalks are somewhere to rest her ankles when she’s got a client in the back-seat.
The reason I mentioned happiness is because I actually got myself upset earlier – and you need to realise, I have a heart of solid black granite. The only time I get upset is when Paul eats more than half of the Ben and Jerry’s. GOD-DAMN IT. No, I was reading an article on the BBC News (link) about a young Iraqi gay lad who was forced to leave his country simply because he was gay. His own dad told him that he would be happy for ISIS to chuck him off a tall building to his death, or burn him alive, simply because of his biological leanings. I couldn’t comprehend it. Men are being sent into the desert with their arseholes glued shut so that they die an incredibly painful death just because they like a bit of cock. All very distressing and we shouldn’t linger on the details.
What it did make me think though was how bloody lucky I am / we are to live in a country where being gay just isn’t a problem. Not really, not on the scale it once was. The fact that I can live with my husband in the middle of Menopauseville, Northumberland and no-one really bats an eye is testament to how far we’ve come. My nana, god bless her, told all the old wrinklies at the WI about my wedding and challenged anyone who had a problem with it. She literally took all comments on her whiskery chin. I can’t personally remember the last time I experienced any sort of homophobia.
Sure, there’s the well-meant but incredibly offensive comments – I was told once by a colleague that ‘my religion doesn’t agree with gays, but don’t worry, I can tolerate you’ – like I was a bad smell, or an ingrown toenail. I resisted the urge to snip back that I don’t agree with grown men in frocks putting their holy willies into little boy’s bottoms, but what’s the use. You also get a lot of people asking ‘how it works’, like there is a hidden user guide (a gayde?) that explains all the mechanics (when he pushes, so do you), but that’s fair enough. I don’t mind answering questions as long as you’re comfortable with vivid descriptions and use of the term santorum. It’s a given now that if I’m filling out a form, I’ll be able to choose ‘Civil Partnered’ or ‘Married’ as opposed to ‘Living with Partner’, which was simply a euphemism for being a chutney-ferret.
Actually, the most devastating thing about filling out forms these days is that I’ve gone up an age-bracket – I now fall into the 30-34 category. Sniff. Might as well order myself some piss-knickers now. Sigh.
iPad running slowly now, clearly don’t feel with my sass. So let me chuck you a recipe like the decadent bitch that I am.
you’ll need these (serves two fatties):
- 2 tbsp honey (5 syns)
- 3 tbsp soy sauce
- 1 tbsp fish sauce
- 2 tbsp mirin
- 1 tsp coarsely ground black pepper
- 600g dried noodles
- 1 onion, finely chopped
- 400g diced beef
- 1 broccoli, cut into florets
- half a cabbage head, chopped
and you’ll need to do this
- soak/cook the noodles according to the instructions
- put a pan of water on and boil the broccoli and cabbage for about 5 minutes, drain and set aside.
- honey, soy sauce, fish sauce, mirin and black pepper gets whisked together next, and set aside
- into a pan goes a little oil or Frylight and heat until it starts to smoke
- next, add the onion and reduce the heat immediately to medium-high
- cook for about a minute
- throw in the beef and cook it however you like it (we always prefer a bit of pink meat…)
- empty the pan of the beef and onion and set aside
- return the pan to the heat
- final stage now – add the sauce mixture to the pan and thicken into a syrup
- add the broccoli and cabbage to the pan, and stir
- chuck in the noodles and the beef to the pan and mix well
Hi guys. What is mirin please?
It’s a rice wine – dirt cheap to buy and you can buy it from Tesco – we use a brand called Yutaka 🙂 and you can find it here! http://www.tesco.com/groceries/product/details/?id=253656602
Hi can i just ask on tjis recipe it says 5syns 4 2tbsp of honey but on ur sticky ginger meatballs and dark rice it says 2 1/2 for 2 tbsp can u plz tell me which ones right plz
It’s 2.5 for a tbsp, we used the incorrect quantity on the meatballs recipe – thanks for spotting it! 😀
WELL I hardly think there’s any need for THAT.
Love your blogs! They really do make me laugh out loud…… Recipes and damn useful, have a great weekend. Only 62 minutes until ‘The Final Countdown’ X
Ah cheers, if you try one let us know what you think! 😀
I wondered why there were italics on the start of each instruction… and then read it out loud very slowly, much to the amusement of my nearest and dearest ???? thanks for that!
Can you freeze this once cooked?