I reckon I’m going to have to put an end to the lists, because even seven was a bit of a stretch. I shall stick to one to three (or four, if I’m feeling adventurous) each time from now.
Seven things to do on a Sunday (why not this one?)
1a. Wake up early (if you usually sleep in).
1b. Lie in for a bit (if you tend to get up with the sun).
2. Make pancakes.
3. Plant a tree.
4. Write your bucket list – for bonus points, tick one off that day.
5. Paint your mum’s toenails. If she’s not around, a sister or cousin will do.
6. Order the mugs in your kitchen cabinet by height and/or colour
7. Eat whipped cream from the can.
Anyway, today I want to share a quick salad my mum and I made this evening. It’s quick and easy and great for when you get home and don’t want to do anything but still need to eat. It doesn’t look particularly appetising when you’re tossing it up, but in my book, taste overrides ugliness.
Creamy Nashi Pear and Avocado Chicken Salad
- 1 nashi pear
- Juice of half a lime
- 1 red onion
- One quarter to half a roasted chicken
- 1 Shepard avocado
- Kewpie mayonnaise
- Black pepper
- Lettuce and rocket, to serve
Cut nashi pear into small chunks. Add to salad bowl and coat in lime juice to prevent oxidation. Finely dice onion and tear chicken to relatively small shreds. Scoop out small blobs of avocado with a teaspoon. Chuck all that in too. Dress with a splash of verjuice, a squirt of mayo and cracked black pepper (as much or as little as you like). Mix it all up and spoon on to a bed of lettuce and rocket. Pick large, round leaves and wrap the salad up in them for a very un-asian (but still tasty!) variation of san choy bau.
…man, I need to take better photos. And not make food at night, because that is terrible lighting. I’d wish for a new camera, but we all know that’s not going to happen.
Both Vicky and Sushi are running giveaways at the moment, and the baked goods over at the Caked Crusader are both tasty and educational, so if by any chance you’ve stopped by my corner of the internet and haven’t yet seen theirs (highly unlikely), well, maybe you should.
My family and I got back on Sunday morning from two weeks in Hong Kong. It wasn’t exactly a relaxing trip (my sister and I were sick, my dad was embarrassing and there were just far too many people), but no one can say that HK doesn’t have terrific food.
One gorgeous little patisserie we visited in Tin Hau had the most amazing looking cakes. Unfortunately, many were sold out before we arrived, so we made do with the Apple Mint, Lime Marshmallows and Cheesecake. If you ever in the area and are a cake fan, do try and fit in visit to Thomas Trillion in between all your various shopping and eating adventures.
Top to bottom:
Rosenana (apparently their most asked-after)
What being in Hong Kong really did was remind me how much I love home. As I was walking to work this morning (late, I might add), I was thinking about all the great things I ate when I was little. Some can’t be turned into v-invented recipes, but I think I might have to give Vanilla Slice a go one day.
Six things v ate (and enjoyed) when she was a kid:
Creamed corn and chicken rice
The Abbotsleigh Junior School canteen chicken burgers
Last week, I received two compliments on my lovely leather sandals from Spain. They’re comfortable, they’re not ugly, they have support (I swear, I’m going to prematurely turn into one of those older women who wear shoes that are good for your feet, thank you, physiotherapy) they’re perfect for summer. My only concern is that they’re going to die soon, because I walk around eight kilometres a day in them. I don’t have another pair! To my displeasure, I can’t even order them online.
So the solution is to either go back to Spain right now (unlikely), hope that they’ll still be around when I go back at the end of the year (also unlikely), or find a new pair of good shoes to get to and from work in that also look nice (why do heels have to be so bad for you?!).
I’ve been considering Kigo shoes for a couple of weeks, but they’re not exactly my idea of gorgeous footwear (passable, I suppose). I’ll be looking into Ziera Kumfs as well, but for now I’m going to have to stick with my Havaianas (those, at least, I can get more of) and Spanish sandals and hope my perfect work shoe turns up.
Five pairs (of the many) shoes v owns:
Navy blue Ben Simon tennis á lacets
Dark brown Havaianas
Jeffrey Campbell ‘Vee’ rain boots
Rubi Shoes Bronte flat in black
We Who See Fringe Rodeo boot in hunter
Happy Australia Day (or Invasion Day, as I like to call it if I’m feeling cheeky)!
Having invited over some of our oldest family friends for lunch, I was up until 5.30 on Tuesday morning doing all my prep work. I had said I would do all the work, but cooking can be so stressful! It was so hot – I felt like I was in a sweatshop. It was all definitely worth it, though. Everyone said the food was great and they loved it; that’s one of the best things about cooking: making other people happy.
Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to get any photos (too rushed!), but here, have a sad offering of recipe photos.
What was on the menu? — I think my favourite would have been the Camembert Peppered Damper (closely followed by the kangaroo and honey mustard salad, only because I will always pick the carbs). I pinched the recipe from taste.com.au but twisted it a little my own way. They were soft, moist and had a lovely flavour. I reckon I’ll be making it again!
Cracked Pepper and Brie Damper Rolls (recipe uses standard Australian measurements)
- 3 1/2 cups wholemeal self-raising flour
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 – 2 teaspoons cracked black pepper
- 125g brie cheese, chopped
- 100g melted butter
- 1/2 (and a bit) cup water
- 1/2 (and a bit) cup milk
Preheat oven to 210°C. Line two trays with baking paper.
Sift flour and 1 teaspoon salt into a large bowl. Stir in pepper and brie. Make a well in the centre. Combine butter, milk and water in a jug. Pour into well. Using a flat-bladed knife, mix until just combined. Turn out onto a sheet of baking paper (use the one you lined the tray with to save getting another piece). Knead gently until dough comes together, adding extra water if necessary. The dough should be slightly sticky (only slightly!).
Divide dough into ten portions. Roll each portion into a ball and flatten slightly. Place on baking trays, allowing room for spreading (I had five on a tray). Brush tops with a little extra milk. With a small, sharp knife, make three slits in the top of each damper. Bake for twelve to fifteen minutes, swapping trays halfway through, or until golden and a skewer inserted into the centre comes out clean. Another way to check if they’re done is to tap on the bottom of each roll; you want a hollow sound.
Four reasons why v likes Australia Day:
A public holiday
An excuse to cook for people
Green and gold (yellow) zinc
I’ve been so flat out at work these past few weeks (this week especially) that I’ve not had time to do any laundry. So today I had one clean bra left and it was black. I’m wearing a cream cotton lace-knit top. Let’s hope no one looks long enough to notice like I did in the mirror.
Three household chores v does not enjoy (yes, there are some that she does like):
Hanging up laundry
My goodness, it was hot today. I missed both my morning and afternoon train (thank you, wonderful cheery train guards, for watching me rush down the stairs and deciding to close the doors as I got on to the platform) and so the one I ended up catching home wasn’t air-conditioned; I felt like I was evaporating.
For some reason the setting out is really messing up.
I didn’t wear this to work, because I’d rather turn up to a picnic in this. Unfortunately, I’ve not had much time for picnics, so pretending will have to do.
I’m not sure if the pearls go with the hat, but a bare neckline just felt a little off. There’s also a silver and amber flower ring that doesn’t really show in the pictures. I wore it all summer after I bought it in Poland, and am really eager to go back (2012, I hope). Maybe if I ever conquer French, Spanish and Chinese (even one out of three is probably wishful thinking), I’ll move on to Polish. The other ring is a lovely sea-green shell that was acquired on Portobello Road, another (European) summer adventure. It was bought along with a tiger shell ring that sadly broke. I’ve been meaning to try and fix it…
Two things v wears every summer:
I have never been a very good blogger, journaller or any sort of record-keeper, really. I never even wrote my homework down at school (though I didn’t do it in the first place as a general rule). Discounting all those childhood ‘diaries’, this is probably my fifth or sixth attempt at a blog, but hopefully it will be something that lasts.
What I’d like to put down here is a general brain-dump of everything I do, from what’s in my wardrobe to what I cook to where I go and some of the people I might meet along the way. I see so many little things that make me smile or think for a moment more, and I want to hang on to them and keep them forever like the boxes and boxes of trinket-y junk I hoard away at home; I want to put them here.
So I suppose I should introduce myself, even if I’m the only one who will be reading what I’ve written, at this stage. I figure it’s good for posterity, in any case.
victoriaspeaking is my latest whim-that-I-hope-will-turn-into-something-more, the latest project in a sea of fanciful and ever-growing-changing ideas, so named partly because of my first ‘real’ job as a receptionist (I must say the phrase at least twenty times a day, now), partly because I am Victoria and speaking is more or less what blogging is for: sharing thoughts and feelings and other things you might not think or be able to in those everyday moments.
Depending on my mood, I go by a variety of names, including v, vee and Vicks (sometimes I feel like capital letters, and sometimes I don’t). I am a Christian, but am always late for church. (I’m late for everything.) I like stars in a clear night sky, lace, birds, bicycles, buttons, tea, clocks and umbrellas. I love books, languages, cooking shows and homewares (kitchen gadgety stuff especially). I enjoy using semicolons, commas and parentheses. My sister started buying fashion magazines when I was about fifteen or sixteen. Next, she acquired an eBay account and a credit card. Since then, my wardrobe has just expanded to the point where my friends say that walking into my bedroom is like walking into a shop. To my misfortune, I still (frequently) suffer from Nothing To Wear syndrome.
The photos featured in this post were taken by a friend of mine, a girl I went to school with. I think they’re gorgeous and light; they have a sort of otherworldly feeling about them, don’t you think? – so thank you, Maddie.
One reason why v is bad at blogging:
She is fundamentally lazy.
Here we go; fingers crossed.