Sue’s World

8/2/2009

On Snow, Education and Duty

Filed under: G.O.G., My World, Politics — Sue @ 7:32 pm

You may have noticed that here in the UK we have had unusual quantities of snow this year, reducing the southern counties of England to a stand still. There is much debate about whether the authorities should have been better prepared to get us back on the move again with claims from the Federation of Small Businesses that the lack of road clearing, and so on, has cost the country in the region of £3 billion (There was no detail about how the figures were arrived at). My own opinion is that councils can’t be expected to store equipment to deal with a snowfall such as this when it occurs only once every 20 years or so.

I was telling Mavis, aged 9, about cold winters I had known in the past and she  asked if I had ever missed school because of snow. (more…)

12/9/2008

On Compost and the like

Filed under: My World, Politics — Sue @ 1:30 pm

I’ve bought a new gadget. Well it isn’t strictly a gadget I suppose, if gadgets are things with buttons and batteries or electrical connectors. This is very much a bucket. It’s succinctly named the Bokashi Kitchen Waste Compost Bucket and of course it was sourced by my darling husband.

In our house text input comes via Whizz. He does all the reading – well most of it anyway – while I do much of the output i.e. turning it into burble and passing it on through, among other things, this blog. It’s a good example of teamwork if we can only find the time to talk to each other!

Anyway, this Bokashi thingamajig is the answer to all smelly bin problems because it enables one to turn all malodourous kitchen waste into compost. As well as the usual fruit and veg, it will take cat food, bones, meat, stale bread and cakes, anything, although I haven’t tried cat poo. On top of each layer goes a sprinkling of special bran containing micro organisms, and a derivative from organic sugar to activate them.

The mixture ferments and gives off a liquid by-product that can be diluted for cleaning, clearing drains and feeding the plants. The rest of the bulk is left for 2 weeks in the bucket after which it can be spread onto the garden or put straight into the compost heap.

So far it smells far sweeter than the compost bucket and attracts no fruit flies.

I was worried about the extra output of methane as discussed in my blog On Recycling: http://www.suenicholls.com/2005/06/01/on-recycling/#more-50 and the subsequent discovery that composting does not produce large quantities of the gas unless it is produced anaerobically, as it would be in landfill where it is buried far under the ground. The bucket is pretty anaerobic but I was delighted to find that it ferments the matter within and so does not produce unacceptable amounts of methane.

It seems like the perfect answer but I’ll let you know if I find any problems with it.

The combination of recycling and Bokashi-ing means that the contents of the rubbish bin are only non food packaging. This comprises mainly: bubble wrap, plastic packaging and bags that have contained catalogues – a practise that irritates me unbelievably. It’s bad enough being bombarded by literature trying to sell you things you neither need nor want but to encase the booklet in polythene is infuriating.

I was intrigued today to note that The Week – not junk mail but subscribed to – was in a bag that informed me that it was ‘Made from oxo degradable plastic. Having asked the font of all knowledge what this meant and received a reply indicating bafflement I took to the WWW while The Font joked ‘Let’s take stock shall we?’ I discovered that the product is truly biodegradable plastic. The only problem is that the crops needed to produce it for all our needs would disproportionately add to our emissions of greenhouse gases. Never the less I was delighted to discover that I could put the wrapping into the compost heap with no adverse effects to flora or fauna.

I turned out the bin but could find no other packaging using the same type of plastic; shame.

It will be interesting to see how much plastic we throw away in a week. It’s hard to give it up completely. Bread rolls, for instance: I try and make them but Mavis and Whizz both prefer shop bought burger buns and when did you last see those sold loose. I quite understand why; even the family baker wants to keep them fresh until the end of the day. Grapes are always sold in a little bag as are lettuce and, usually, celery. Then there’s the cat litter; I should be reluctant to do away with the litter tray liners but I can however now give up my plastic bin liners.

The biggest contributor is definitely the post. We do order quite a bit via the internet and every delivery must be packaged. Apart from the number of cardboard boxes we flatten there is also a good deal of expanded polystyrene and polythene. The question is, which should I choose, to go to the shops and use petrol or continue with the very convenient practise of internet shopping? As I write I know the answer. To use my own criteria to decide i.e. 1. support local businesses 2.avoid landfill, I must opt out of all junk mail and take to the road, in a very economical car!

As I have already reported I am keeping an hour by hour record of my activities so that I can try and give up some more unnecessary ones and replace them with fulfilling pastimes such as writing. Unfortunately the very act of writing seems to give rise to more tasks! hey ho.

15/1/2008

On Women

Filed under: G.O.G., My World, Politics — Sue @ 12:40 pm

Practically every week I receive an email from a woman telling me to take comfort, women are wonderful. Not only are we wonderful we are better than men, endure more and work harder.

I don’t know whether I have lost my sense of humour but isn’t this sexist? Why do we feel the need to persistently advertise our suffering, our durability and our intelligence? Me thinks we do protest too much.

During my life as an “IT person”, which started late at the age of about 32, 20 years ago, I have seen only one email aimed at and defending men. I found it horribly irritating, defending the toilet seat habit and so on, but men, well my man any way, reads these female, very insulting emails and chuckles tolerantly. He knows, as I do, that the words say more about women than they realise. They tell men that yes, we are crabby, yes we do moan about everything life throws at us and yes, we are stupid to spend our lives trying to do things that don’t even need to be done. Take this one for example, my comments are in italics:

Why Women are Crabby

We started to ” bud” in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs. (I’ve never had testicles but I believe this goes on for a lot longer with them – like a lifetime, the pain I mean, not the elastic. But I imagine a wedgie might be pretty uncomfortable for a boy)

Next, we started our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn’t even know we had. (Well, yes but aren’t you exaggerating just a bit. And why fight what you can’t change?)

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not (Is this relevant?)) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn’t end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about. (OK, so it was all his fault was it? You never consented, wondered, shared in the experience? And anyway, how was it for him?)

Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn’t spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are) (Oh please!), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary’s Baby. (Come on girl, admit it, you were the one who wanted kids weren’t you? Some women want kids so they can stop work – OH YES THEY DO! Some women have an uncontrollable urge to have kids and give up all their freedom and some even try to retain their individuality/career at the same time but most women want kids and they persuade their husbands it will be a good idea. Men, well they are pleased with the kids but kids, like housework, were your idea so you take responsibility. Men do work for a living and never pretended they could do more than that. We women are very quick to tell them that they can’t multitask. Could this be self fulfilling?!)

Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee’d our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER. (Of course your belly grows, you’re carrying your child, something to be proud of. As for the waters breaking; never happened to me. In fact I’ve only seen that in films. I did know of a girl who was so worried about being embarrassed that she carried a plastic carrier bag round with her to catch her waters if they “went” at the supermarket!)

Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, “Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push (more like 10),” warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %*#!* (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole. (OK I agree, nature was a bit remiss on the pain barrier thing but it can’t have been that bad or you wouldn’t have had another one!)

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that “cute” has worn off, the beautiful little darlings have morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines. (Come on, please, you love them don’t you?)

Then came their “Teen Years.” Need I say more? (You need to love them at this point! – see my previous blog on The Teenager.)

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40’s – while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday (You think he doesn’t appreciate your sexual hunger when he’s 40? You don’t know much about men! Any way, he can keep going longer now!).

So we progress into the grand finale: “The Menopause,” the Grandmother of all womanhood. It’s either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned “buds” or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves (Yes, it’s hot (I can testify to this), yes your brain gets addled; that’s why women should stay at home and enjoy life, not work their bloody socks off for everyone else. It’s how they are designed. Don’t blame men, please just SHUT UP and make the most of it).

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life’s cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks… (Get a shewee)

So, while I love being a woman, “Womanhood” would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. Women are the “weaker sex”? Yeah right. Bite me. (Bite yourself, see if you’re alive then get on with it.)

Send this to seven bright women you know and make their day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little….. (Bright women, they’re the ones trying to juggle too many balls in the air aren’t they? I suppose it might make them feel better about their life decisions but they won’t get this email from me.)

19/12/2007

Carbon Footprint

Filed under: My World, Politics — Sue @ 9:10 pm

Of course all this cooking will be adding to our “carbon footprint”. This set Whizz and I on one of those discussions that make me feel like a woolly minded Socialist when in fact I am a woolly minded capitalist. I think!

I am not really doing this Girth Mother stuff for Green reasons but I do think that Green issues are important and I am more than aware that I could do a lot more to reduce our “Carbon Footprint” but is there any point? After today’s debate with Whizz, I don’t think there is.

What I proposed was that the government forced us down a greener route by putting a cap on the CC of motor vehicles and setting a maximum speed limit of, say, 55 mph. Subsidising public transport and expanding the rail network back to the size it was in the 1950s. There should be incentives offered to companies to develop alternative, green fuel and by that I mean truly green and not using products that grow and create greenhouse gases of their own. We should also subsidise and positively drive a move to wind, wave and sun power to create energy. Ignore the NIMBYs, if the situation is as dire as we are led to believe then NIMBYs are unimportant. There should be extra tax on products that are inefficient, making, for example, more efficient white goods cheaper to buy than those that are less green.

We should also ban imports from countries that are developing into the fossil fuel guzzlers of the future such as China.

All the political parties should be in agreement so that this is not a political issue.

Television and newspapers should be used to “indoctrinate” us into the right frame of mind. We will scoff at designer labels and exported-then-imported scampi, our countryside will be covered in wind turbines and our sea views marred by huge buoys generating wave power.

If there is truly a danger that the end of our world is nigh then surely everyone will agree to this.

End of world

OK, so now we are all poorer, TV advertising is anathema, we all have few sets of clothing, hardly any electrical appliances and everything luxurious or more foreign than European is beyond our means; so what? Except…

As Whizz patiently pointed out, unless the rest of the world does the same thing then every mobile, educated, valuable person in Britain will move out.

But if we are truly in danger then why can’t the world agree?

“Well, “says Whizz, “China is a developing country, it thinks: Why shouldn’t we have a bite of the cherry? Why should it all stop, now that you in the West have had your fill and done all the damage? In Africa the leader of the poor country suffering horrible disease and lack of education and water has his mind on more immediate problems and the USA is worried about having caps on its output that are too stringent, allowing the poor little African country to catch it up. As if!”

“So,” I ask, “Are we doomed? What can be done to save the world?”

“I think we have to do something to control Financial institutions.” says Whizz “If there were a collapse of the big banks world wide then that would naturally slow the economies of all the big consuming countries.”

So rock on, Northern Rock. Let’s withdraw that tax-payers money and see what happens!

18/12/2007

Party Time

Filed under: Food and Diet, My World, Politics, Recipes — Sue @ 10:13 pm

This Sunday we had a Christmas drinks party which was a great success and underpinned my resolve to avoid the Supermarket. I did have to spend a good deal of time in the kitchen but the sense of achievement made it all worthwhile.

The finger food was as follows: Stuffed eggs, miniature sausage rolls, coronation chicken on sticks, chicken satay on sticks, prawns with Marie Rose dip, bruschetta of goats cheese and oven baked tomatoes, sun dried tomato and mushroom quiche, cheese straws, humus with cruditees and tortilla chips, cheese board with French white and wholemeal walnut bread rolls, olives of various descriptions, chocolate fountain with fresh and dried fruit and marshmallows. To drink we had mulled wine (Delia’s recipe from her Christmas book which is my Bible at Christmas http://www.deliaonline.com/recipes/mulled-wine,907,RC.html ), red wine, white wine, beer, home made lemon squash and home pressed apple juice.

Even though I say it myself, the food was good and well received. There was a fair amount of comment from the guests about the fact that I don’t use the supermarket and made everything myself but I failed to convert anyone to the lifestyle; I must say I didn’t try too hard, it was a party not a seminar. Maybe the food spoke for itself. Certainly the bruschetta, the coronation chicken and the quiche were lovely and the recipes follow. You can of course buy your bread from a shop but I have enjoyed making different breads so much in my machine that I made a double batch of French bread dough and formed it into a couple of baguette sized loaves for the bruschetta and a few rolls for the cheese board and baked them myself.

Talking of the lifestyle, I continue to find it very enjoyable. I have now got to know my local shopkeepers and very muck like being greeted with pleasure and recognition. The poor folk trying to scratch a living in the High Street shops need and appreciate every customer, which makes shopping there a much more pleasant experience than my former practise of rushing shopping, thrust at me by an oblivious sales ‘assistant’, into my bags while eavesdropping on her discussion with her colleague at the next till or, in the case of my local Tesco, moaning about the management.

It is quite possible to do a one stop shop if that’s what you want to do but I prefer two weekly visits, one for meat and cupboard ingredients and the other to the market for the cheese, olives, fish and top up vegetables. The main vegetables and the butter, milk, cream and eggs are delivered by a local organic distributor. It is not possible to get all the vegetables available at the supermarket, for example there is no melon at the moment but then the stuff in the supermarket has probably been picked green and ripened on its journey half way round the world to get to us. It has very little flavour so why not enjoy more seasonal fruit and appreciate the melons in the summer. Mmm sweet, ripe, juicy Cantaloupe melons eaten in the French summer sunshine; try one and you’ll never buy a British supermarket melon again.

In my town centre car park we have free parking for the first hour and I am usually back in the car after about 40 minutes. In the supermarket I would have been an hour and I would still have forgotten something and had to go back later in the week. I can also find additional services like the Post Office and the bank and get a bit of exercise and fresh air.

One other effect of my new lifestyle is that I am hardly producing any rubbish. The recycling boxes contain about half what they did, I have had a few plastic bags from the butcher and the fishmonger but not carrier bags and the rubbish bin is hardly full. I don’t know what went into it before really.

I have been lent a book called ‘Shopped’ by Joanna Blytheman http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0007158041/harpercollins-21. I was astonished to read in her introduction that she has made exactly the same decision as I, to support the independent shops and that I am just dancing to her tune; never mind. I shall read her book with interest and report any comments in this blog. So far a statistic has leapt out at me. I didn’t understand how it was calculated, I still don’t exactly and I can’t find the source material but she says, and I have seen it on the web in many places, that £10 spent in a local food initiative, such as farmers market or veg box scheme, is worth £25 to the local economy but the same amount spent in a supermarket benefits the local economy to the tune of £14. Having searched around a bit I found that this figure – however it is calculated – is a result of something called the multiplier effect. The £25 is generated because the money is turned over several times within the local community rather than benefitting communities elsewhere such as abroad or in other regions. One particular web page summarises this and the economic impact of supermarkets, quite well http://www.racetothetop.org/indicators/module4/#_ednref15.

Bruschetta

Ingredients

1 baguette

Olive oil

Garlic

Method

This is not how the experts do it but it worked pretty well for the party.

Pre-heat the oven to hot

Slice the baguette into thinnish slices, just under a centimetre thick.

Pour some olive oil onto a side plate, about half a centimetre deep.

Dip each side of each slice quickly into the oil on the plate, topping up the oil as necessary. Place the slices on kitchen towell to absorb the excess oil.

Peel a clove of garlic and slice it in half. Wipe one side of each slice of bread with the garlic.

Lay the bread on a baking tray and bake in the oven for 5 – 10 minutes or until golden brown. Remove and cool on more kitchen paper.

When cool these can be stored in an airtight container until needed.

To Build a Canape

Ingredients

Goats’ cheese – the kind in a role shape with a washed rind

Oven baked tomatoes (see above) cut into small pieces to top the bruschetta

Method

Lay the bruschetta on a baking tray.

Top with a piece of goats’ cheese and a piece of tomato

bake in a hot oven for 6 minutes

Make sure the tomato is not too hot before serving.

Mushroom and sun dried tomato quicheI used a loose bottomed tin with a fluted edge measuring 25cm diameter by 3 cm deep.Ingredients

Short crust pastry made with 8 oz flour 2 oz lard and 2 oz butter

About 6 oz mushrooms

A jar of sun dried tomatoes drained and sliced

5 eggs beaten

A mug of milk

About one and a half mugs full of mature Cheddar

Method

Line the flan ring and bake blind for 10 minutes.

Brush the inside of the pastry case with beaten egg and leave to dry and cool in the flan ring.

When cool, fill with the quartered mushrooms and the sun dried tomatoes, sprinkle over the cheese.

Combine the milk and the eggs and pour over the filling until it is about half a centimetre from the top.

Bake in a hot oven until set and slightly brown on top.

Cool and slice into bite sized pieces, these will be a slightly strange shape round the edge but who cares?

I warmed them through before serving but had to let them get back to room temperature to serve them as they were too floppy to pick up otherwise.

Coronation Chicken Bites2 large chicken breasts

1 wine glass of port

4 heaped tbsps mayonnaise

4 heaped tbsps yoghurt

Juice of one lime

1 level tsp vindaloo paste

1 tbsp either quince paste, smooth mango chutney or apricot jam

Method

Cut the chicken breast into bite sized pieces and put into a polythene bag with the port to marinate over night.

The following day bake the pieces (they will be pink but don’t worry) in a hot oven for 10 to 15 minutes, to cook but not go rubbery.

Combine all the other ingredients and taste. Adjust as needed. When the chicken is cool, fold it into the dressing.

Serve with cocktail sticks stuck into the chicken bits so that people can take one and sweep up a bit of extra dressing at the same time.

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