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Vodka, I love you! – Part 1

Monday, August 23rd, 2010

Yes it’s true. Some people appreciate a good Merlot, others a fine aged cognac. Me? I prefer vodka. And I’m not ashamed to say it.

Now people might think. Vodka? Pfft that’s not something you can appreciate. WRONG! There are so many different vodkas on the market and like wines each one works best for different things and each person has their own personal preference. And don’t think that vodka is just for drinking… nonononono. Things I love about vodka:

  • You can drink it…DUH!
  • You can cook with it.
  • You can infuse it.
  • It’s great for making tinctures and other homemade remedies
  • You can use it to clean glass.
  • You can make air freshener with it.
  • You can make funky flexible ice packs with it.
  • You can make vanilla extract with it.
  • You can use it as a skin toner.
  • You can make a great mouth wash with it.
  • Great as a footwash for stinky feet.
  • It’s a great goo remover.
  • It’s really good at removing marker and crayon off the wall.
  • It’s a great disinfectant.
  • You can use it to soothe a sore tooth.

So to show you all how awesome vodka is, I’m going to start off with a favourite cocktail of mine. Often known around these parts as “Mummy’s little helper”.

Mummy’s Little Helper – My Vanilla twist on a Classic Dry Martini


2 x 30 ml Vanilla Vodka

A splash of Dry Vermouth (as little or as much as you like)



Now I ain’t the stirring type so I want you to be as rough with this as possible. Put your ice in a shaker along with the Vodka and Vermouth and shake away as hard and as long as you can (helps with the frustrations too!). Then strain into a glass (sans garnish) and reminisce about the days prior to children where 5-6 pm at night was happy hour, now it’s what I like to call arsenic hour. When you do everything you can not to feed them “sugar dusted” cookies. I jest. My kids are angels. Ahem.

Anywho. Enjoy the martini and remember just because you are a mother and just because you like vodka doesn’t mean you can’t be sophisticated. No Alcopops. They are forsaken. One of my dreams is to go to a russian vodka bar and sit and sip vodka and eat caviar. And if you aren’t a mother and have no idea what I’m talking about then sit and drink your martini and think how damn lucky you are blessed I must be to have children.

Next week I’ll tell you more about the Vodka’s I’ve tried and my Favourites. I’ll have some more Vodka recipes too. In the meantime tell me… how do you like your Vodka?

Wrinkles? What Wrinkles?

Monday, August 16th, 2010

I do not iron.

I detest the notion.

My eldest didn’t know what an iron was till she saw a friend ironing her clothes. My youngest still doesn’t know. I just asked him what an iron was. And his reply? “You mean like Ironman?” Um no. Bless.

But I know I’m not alone. I have more friends that don’t iron than those that do. Yes we are beginning to take over the world one wrinkly shirt at a time. But y’know I don’t actually have wrinkly clothes. I find you can get away with it by taking the items straight out of the dryer whilst warm. And second to that I purposely only purchase clothing that doesn’t require ironing. Yes some people may look for how synthetic the fabric is. Whilst others might look for the low flammable items. I look for this.

Now I can hear all the ironers out there shrieking in horror especially one of my best buds who… wait for it… irons her PJ’s. Coz y’know you have got to look your best for bed right? In her defense I know she hates ironing and blames her mother for her need to press. And she assures me freshly ironed bedclothes feel fantastic. But I just don’t see the point. Besides that I was shackled to the ironing board as a wee tacker to iron tea towels and hankies… so I flatly refuse to pick up an iron unless I absolutely must.

And I do laugh at how serious some ironers take themselves. I recall a gf of mine telling me how she had mentioned in a group of ironers that she did not, and she could feel the questionable stares from them all trying to sniff out that single wrinkle upon her attire.

And then… I find this:

This is Bill, he takes part in “Extreme Ironing” and in this photo you can see him enjoying a well pressed shirt on the summit of Mt. Rainier. Nice one Bill. I’m sure you’re a hit with the ladies. And I think this would be the only way you could possibly get me to enjoy ironing.

Monday Confessions – I hate the end of a day.

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

It’s true. And this blog post is a testament to that.

I hate the end of a day.

And I will find any excuse under the sun (or moon in this case) to avoid saying goodbye to the day and putting my head, where it belongs, on my pillow to sleep.

Now don’t get me wrong, I luuuurve my sleep. But for whatever reason I try and put it off as long as possible and then when I am actually asleep I try and put off getting up as long as possible.

I’ve had friends tell me it’s the “I don’t want to miss out” mentality. Um I’m a big girl. I know there’s no party happening whilst I sleep. It’s actually pretty boring most of the time. And last time I checked I didn’t live in an enchanted castle so I’m pretty sure the inanimate objects of the house will remain that way whilst I sleep, so I can check that one well and truly off my list. (The other thing is I really do need sleep. If I don’t get it I tend to go a bit loopy and strange. Can you tell?).

Salt & Pepper are pretty good sleepers and go to bed at around 7-8pm so it’s not like I don’t get any me time.

I actually think I’ve figured it out. Even if it makes no sense.

I don’t want to get up in the morning. If I know I can sleep in chances are I’ll go to bed at a regular time. But if I know I have to get up early I’ll procrastinate.

Can someone please explain the logic to me with this one, because even though it’s my own thought process I’m struggling here.
And the biggest confession, I’ve even been known to throw a whopping tantrum at myself over it. The I-don’t-want-to-go-to-bed-but-I’ve-pushed-the-limit-and-now-I’m-going-to-wake-up-tired-I’m-an-idiot tantrum.

I’m talking crying, screaming and thrashing. Yes I’m special what can I say.

I know I’m not the only one though. I know there are others.

And I love the solution.

“Well why don’t you just go to bed early? I go to bed before 9 pm”

Oh really? You go to bed. Sheesh that’s noble prize material right there. I’ve never thought of actually going to bed. Wow.
Listen Smarty McSmartstein, If I could get myself to go to bed I wouldn’t have this problem now would I?

And don’t talk to me about herbal teas, reading, showers etc because unless there is something that takes over my body and puts me to bed I won’t go. I don’t have a problem sleeping. I have a problem getting into my bed.

And now I’ve procrastinated by doing this blog post. It’s no longer Monday anymore. It’s now Tuesday. Awesome.

I shall admit defeat for now. Till tomorrow.

Monday Confessions: Eggplant hates me

Monday, July 12th, 2010

So I’ve tried and tried over and over to cook eggplant dishes and they fail. Every. Time.

I’ve tried to cook grilled eggplant… ended up with charcoal eggplant.

I’ve tried to salt eggplant for baking… ended up with rubber eggplant.

I’ve tried making a pastitsio pie completely surrounded by eggplant… ended up with a big sloppy mess all over my counter when I tried to unveil my masterpiece from the springform tin. It completely collapsed. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. And even then with all that moisture I ended up with rubbery uncooked eggplant. It baked for an hour and a half… what the?!

Mr Neurotic is probably just as scared of Raw Eggplant in our fridge as I am. Although he has good reason to be afraid. Every single Eggplant incident in my house has ended with a Julie Powell (or should I say Amy Adams) style tantrum similar to the one shown in Julie & Julia. Be afraid… be very afraid.

The saddest part of this little story? I love eggplant. I love it soooo much. It is one of my favourite vegetables. I love baked eggplant, grilled eggplant. I love Moussaka and Baba Ganoush. There is also this amazing Japanese recipe that is a stuffed eggplant with some pork mince. Love, love, love it. But it is my arch nemesis in the kitchen.

Tonight is leftovers night, and I have admitted defeat. I am making a Moussaka from leftover Ragu in the freezer… it will be sans eggplant. It will be a potato Moussaka. (I will post a recipe today sometime!)

So what about you? Is there anything in your kitchen that you just can’t cook? Surely it can’t be bad as mine… I mean really eggplant? It’s a vegetable for goodness sake.

Monday Confessions: Home economics class is to blame…

Monday, July 5th, 2010

I love to cook. You’ll find me in the kitchen cooking something at least once a day and on weekends even more. But when I cook something crazy happens. According to Mr Neurotic… practically every dish in the house gets used. And he hates it.

So our kitchen goes from this:

To this:

I personally consider myself to be a very organised cook. Every ingredient tends to have it’s own bowl (this I blame on home ec classes and cooking shows). I can’t seem to cook in piles like some. Nor can I just reach for that ingredient at a whim after the cooking process has began. Everything needs an interim home. I even do this when baking. I am not one of those people that can cook on the go, everything has to be organised so I can time things perfectly. Yes I am slightly Neurotic, it’s not just a catchy title.

Now before you start with the advice, yes I do sometimes wash as I go. But depending on what it is I am cooking I haven’t found it to be of that much benefit. And I am also very anal about the cleanliness of dishes and find that hand washing doesn’t cut it at times. They need a good sterilising in the dishwasher.

But I’ll say one thing even though I may reach for a bowl to hold the 4 tiny cardamon pods I’m going to use, I am not a messy cook. This would drive even me insane. My splashback behind the oven is rarely splashed. My floor is rarely dripped on, and I can’t recall the last spill I had to clean up. So whilst I might be creating work for my husband every time I cook, it really could be worse couldn’t it?

Monday Confessions: Food Sins Of Our Parents

Monday, June 28th, 2010

I know what you’re thinking, confessions already? Doesn’t take long for me to share, I’m that kinda girl, open book and all that.

So I was making myself a sandwich the other day and looking at the ingredients used and the foodie in me was screaming NOOOO! But my inner child was screaming YES! I’m sure everyone has these moments. Food combinations that go against every grain of the food purest in you but you just can’t help yourself due to these little food rituals instigated by your loving parents. So what was my cringe worthy combination.

Devon & Tomato Sauce Sandwich. (You can all cringe now) Firstly I’m not even sure what cut of meat (or cuts) devon/fritz/polony is nor do I think I really want to know. And secondly Tomato Sauce? I guess it’s almost akin to a hot dog and sauce but still I know the foodie fanatics out there will be looking down on me shamefully. But this isn’t my only sinful indulgence that stems from my childhood oh no. Hold onto your hats (or your stomachs) I’m going to list them all.

  • Chip Sandwich (this could be hot chips or crisps both are equally as enjoyable, nothing like a carb on carb combination!)
  • Milo Sandwich (don’t diss it till you’ve tried it, and you know you want to!)
  • Kraft Cheddar (The one in the box that lives on the shelf. Yes I know it’s processed and I know it’s not really cheese however I love it and I don’t care!)

Now that list isn’t that bad, but I want MORE so share with me some of your childhood food sins that you can’t give up.

Who’s up for another round?

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