Deviled Eggs

A friend who's become an intern expat asked for this recipe. It's available everywhere online, but she liked mine:D

It's cheap, filling, easy to make & clean up after.
Takes 1 hour, max, and the only fresh ingredient you need is eggs, and even then, eggs up to one week old will work better here than fresh ones.

Even if you're in some backpacker inn, the kitchen would usually have all the ingredients. It's just eggs, mayo, salt and pepper. If you're invited to a potluck, it only takes a little more effort to make it fancy enough to share too.Too easy, man.

...wow, it's gonna be embarrassing to bring this to picnics with her next time.

Deviled Eggs Recipe

Ingredients:
Eggs (The older, the better)
Mayo (Kewpie preferable)
Spices (Optional)
Sneaky vegetable (Optional. Try diced onions, celery or carrots)

Use older eggs if possible, and take them out of the fridge half hour before cooking.

You only need 2-3cm of water in ur saucepan. Bring to boil.

At this point, the fast way: let it boil for 3 mins, then turn the heat waaaay down and simmer for 15 mins. the slow way, with better texture: after it boils, immediately turn the heat off, take the pot off the stove. Let it rest with the cover on for 30 mins, and the residual heat will slow cook them.

So the eggs are dead, hurray! Now, you dissect.

Put the whole pot under running water for a little while, until you can hold the eggs without grave insult to your fingers. Tap them lightly on the counter, turning the egg as you do, so that you've cracked it evenly all round, then peel. Try gently rolling them between your hands to loosen the shells from the eggs.

Don't waste time with a knife, use a bit of string to cut the eggs into half, lengthwise.

You wind the CLEAN string once around the egg, exactly where you want the cut to be. Overlap the strings a couple of cm, and then with one hand grasp the dead chicken embryo and one end of the string, and in the other hand pull gently, but firmly. No tugs. Viola, bisected egg! Once you get the hang of this, it's quicker than a knife and you toss the string after. Less washing up to do, instant fan here.

Now, scoop out all the fluffy yolk into a mixing bowl.

Put in a pinch of any spices you like here, the basic recipe calls for pepper & salt, and tumeric too if you like. Mash it up. I add raw diced onion at this stage too.

Now, for the only other major ingredient, mayo. Use the jap brand, kewpie, and your eggs will taste more atas/sinful. Rule of thumb, it's about 1 teaspoon of mayo per egg yolk, but slowly mix in mayo a little at a time until the texture is right. You're aiming for not fluffy-dry but not runny (should still stand in a mound easily).

Taste test! Yum, maybe a little strong? Perfect, the egg whites will set this off nicely.

Spoon this mixture into the egg white hollows. You should have enough that they brim over, it looks more decadent that way too, so don't worry.

Garnish if you're feeling fancy. refridgerate for 30 mins before makan if you can. It makes the taste stronger.

Other stuff you can add: apple cider vinegar, nutmeg, rosemary, paisley, sesame seeds or chopped nuts. basically, anything that tastes great with savory stuff! Have fun with it :)

in which the argument is voided by missing the Earthly Plane, TR 2154.

argh my god, i was going mad.
and caring, that was new. adjusting to that is... progressing. sort of. not really. i know, shut up.

and now i'm nervous too.

i have 4.25 hours to finish a brief for work, pack for my trip, vote (for change!), run errands for my trip, get to the airport, and, erm, have one last turn at Green Dragon. hahhahhaa.

shit, what's the size limit for carry-on backpacks again?

there isn't much time left for anything else in between, and i shouldn't be here.

but.

i'm nervous enough not to be able to find a funny thing to compare this nervous energy to. oh my bullet-ridden rabbits in a row, i can't find a funny thing to say about this! it's jitters. it's nails held at a gentle angle, but still ever so frightfully sharp. it's payback for the time i spent AWOL from life, so turn up the intensity to 11 please, mister sandman.

hi, milky ways, 2nd-hand amulets, soft terry towels and andaman sea? it's me again.
can we strike some sort of bargain here?

i'm clever enough, when i've got my wits about me. i bitch and whine about shit i have to do, but my eyes are clear, i can see these things i have to do.

i'm not helpless here. my brainbox beats a dope tune, you know? the thumping thing in my chestbox, yeah it's a little rusty. okay, fine, a lot rusty. fine, fine, fine... certain chambers are practically fresh out of the factory. see? clear eyes. not naive, not helpless.

i'm morbid enough too, that i can be with strange times, borderline unacceptable folks and odd dimes. i can smell it, and embrace it, and just like with a cat i'm slightly allergic to, i know it for what it is. i don't confuse it with Things of the Earthly Plane. i know, this is somewhat unconventional, mighty quick, but there isn't any terrible mischief afoot here. to the best of my judgment, actually, it IS pretty conventional for Folks of the Earthly Plane, and it's only new to me, lady slowpoke.

i'm enough of a stone cold bitch as well that i can stop things moving forward better than a melodramatic heart attack. Korean TV dramas need more bitches, less cancer to move plots forward. just what the doctor ordered! sorry, back from the tangent. yes, stone cold bitch am i. and it's not just bravado, i've done it before.

what all this self-praise (snort) means is,
i'm rather defensively displaying my ability to handle this without you (how can a towel help here? useful when i need to sit on mud, but some critical reasoning skills seems lacking ah.) but i'd like to think the Universe, expressed around me right now as stardust made into ordinary objects, is listening. and will help me help myself.
i'm terrified, ok?

because i can't keep flinching back from this part of life. i'm no scaredy cat. show me my fears, and i try my best to face it. i try to always do the things that scare me. but man, this is more terrifying than the idea of deepwater soloing a 7a route!
(youtube: deepwater solo. is pretty epic non, mon petit?)

wait. not a fair metaphor there, i have a belay here.

maybe instead, i'd deep water solo a 5c this Sunday!
this is not a metaphor anymore, i'm really actually gonna climb a deep water solo in Krabi, and it's SCARY too!!!


postscribe,
me: "how'd you get so sure? i'm freaking out all over the place."
BN: "you smell right."

The Archers

The Archers was a production company formed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger that made films such as The Red Shoes and Black Narcissus in the 1940s and 1950s. They sent a manifesto of their company to Deborah Kerr with five points explaining the pair's intentions.

The Archers' Manifesto:

1. We owe allegiance to nobody except the financial interests which provide our money; and, to them, the sole responsibility of ensuring them a profit, not a loss.
2. Every single foot in our films is our own responsibility and nobody else’s. We refuse to be guided or coerced by any influence but our own judgement.
3. When we start work on a new idea we must be a year ahead, not only of our competitors, but also of the times. A real film, from idea to universal release, takes a year. Or more.
4. No artist believes in escapism. And we secretly believe that no audience does. We have proved, at any rate, that they will pay to see the truth, for other reasons than her nakedness.
5. At any time, and particularly at the present, the self respect of all collaborators, from star to prop-man, is sustained, or diminished, by the theme and purpose of the film they are working on.

i figure, what's the harm right.

woo-wooo-wooooo. woo-woo-woooooooooo.

PFFT. some people will believe anything. I mean, obviously the CIA weren't imaginative enough to make up dinosaurs. Besides that, one major flaw with that argument, how would The Doctor exist without time travel?

QED lor.

i miss my blue sister, so wide and welcoming and mad.

i miss the Andaman sea.

it's been an odd sort of year. a lot of it seems to have happened inside my mind. probably should have chronicled it better. ah well.

i've been sketching things lately. they kinda look like storyboards. or comics.

maybe that's where the words have been running off to.

i should care more, but it's a sunday night, and the mean reds are laying in wait for tomorrow.
good night, universe. keep doing that thing you do so well. especially the existing part, it's my favourite.

my ego just level'd up!

look what i just discovered!
My favourite long jog-walk-curse route is 9.17KM! (That is super long for me, in case you're wondering how to react.)

Granted, I walk a fair bit in the middle to recover. Mapmyrun.com wins my whee because it's SO gratifying to finally realise that I shouldn't be cheesed off when I start flagging on the turn around Fort Canning. Look, it's already 2++KM in! Besides, if I pushed past that bit, I get a second wind around UE Square.

Strangely enough, I used to hit my groove at the 1.5km and 3km mark too, back when I was running up to 9 times a week. This favourite route I just mapped however, I probably only pound once a month, give or take a month. hehehe.

No, I didn't map my run so that I can procrastinate actually putting my shoes on until it gets too late to run at all, what do you think I am, a loser who flags around 2++KM?

SNORT. Now, about that yellow ribbon run...