Posts Tagged happiness

Fish Pie for Pi day!

I love the excuse, cook a pie for pi day. A cheap play on words and its more motivation in the kitchen! My pie was a fish one (Sorry for the title being so misleading), and it was good.

I swear Tescos (English supermarket) wants you to make fish pie, they have special salmon, cod and haddock packages and there’s even a recipe on the back of a parsley sauce packet (yes i cheated on that front..)

I took a cheesy picture on my laptop but photobooth was a right pain in the arse and i couldn’t work out how to turn flash off, as a result here’s the finished glaring product (that is a love heart in the middle not an upside down pair of testicles)

i'm sorry my shy pie isn't very photogenic..

The recipe was fairly straight forward, and I’m sure there are loads of great ones out there, but the one i went for was:

Ingredients:


Fish (of your choice)

Milk – 300ml (I know, a measurement!)

Parsley powdered sauce (from any supermarket)

Potatoes

Leeks

Mushrooms

Parmesan/ Cheddar

Any other veg you want!

Method:

1. Heat up a little milk in a pan and add the fish to it.

2. When the fish looks cooked then take it out of the milk, add the rest of the milk and the parsley powered sauce to the heated milk and turn down the heat a little.

3. In the mean time, fry you veg and boil your potatoes.

4.Once the veg and sauce is cooked, wack the fish, the sauce and the veg all in a cooking pot.

5. Once the potatoes are boiled drain them and add some butter and mash!

6. Cover the potatoes on top of the fish and veg.

7. Grate some cheddar/ parmesan/ cheese fo your choice on top.

8. Put in the oven for 20-25 minutes.

Get involved with your knife and fork, it’s ready!

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My Friends’ Band

The Small Personal Victories, not a bad name kinda catchy i think. I’ve always liked the idea of knowing people who are in bands just in case you can say you knew them one day.. They played for the first time in front of a live crowd and produced a pretty good sound, as for everyone else hearing them you can do so on this link, the recording isn’t amazing but they put in a good sound (they also have a cheeky interview).. tell me what you think and I can pass the compliments on (making assumptions on the compliments part)!

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the second episode of my tv show is finally out now!!!

Whether you saw the first episode of my tv show or have just stumbled across this post in amongst the mumbled mess of information that the internet is, give my second one a watch which recently came out. Enjoy!

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The next level of Vindaloo, at the World’s highest curry house..

If you happen to take a visit into the depths of La Paz in Bolivia, you should get a taste of home with the Star of India. Or so we thought. It was almost obligatory to give the world’s highest curry house a visit; the Englishman’s Mecca, especially when there have been sparse home comforts along the way. Not only, is it record-breaking in altitude, but also with the challenge of “The World’s Most Dangerous Vindaloo,” awaiting those who dare to take it on.

In the nervous moments before I knew I had to eat it quickly and I also knew it would have its consequences. I did not dot he challenge alone, as one other friend chose risk stomach ulcers and a bout of ring sting for the free t-shirt, all for the very reasonable price of 40 Bolivianos (yes that is the name of the currency), about the equivalent of 4 pounds.

Starting is not the problem as you can do it at pace numbing your mouth and your senses. As the meal wears on it is the matter of losing the will to finish, and in time, losing the will to live. Ten mouthfuls from the end, not only was I crying from pain, but threatening to refill the plate as I gagged, just managing to hold it back. Childishly playing with my food I manned up while the two of my friends who weren’t ‘competing’ left for a cigarette leaving us to regret our decision to undertake anything so foolhardy as we were enslaved by this horrible vindaloo.

Of course with agony, and a little help from my banana milkshake I surpassed all expectations and swallowed down the last mouthful. The people on the next table with a look of amazement and disgust, I even heard one of them say “I think I might order one of those..” to which I laughed and tried to get my t-shirt before I covered the room in vindaloo.

We headed back to the hostel, and as my stomach churned I thought ‘maybe next time I’ll have the Chicken Tikka Masala.’

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Would you call yourself English or British?

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New sport, new tournament. Since England’s world cup hopes are non-existent, I am going to turn my attention to Wimbledon; a tournament deep within the English culture and currently being played in the sunniest of conditions (for once). Whilst all the other British players are out Andy Murray is the last Brit standing, our number 1 by quite some distance.

However this leaves me with a little bit of a problem as I am normally quite nationalistic with my sports. Although England is only a part of the country of Great Britain, I feel that when it comes to international sport England becomes a country by itself. We follow England football, England cricket and England rugby union, so understandably I feel strongly towards the English teams. When it comes to Andy Murray, a proud Scot, someone who even rejects England, I still want to support him in the tennis, but I can never do this 100%. He is still British and the closest we have to an English player that can win the tournament (and I do believe this year is his year) and the most succesful British male tennis player ever to play, but he has been born on the other side of Hadrian’s wall.

The subject gets even more complicated when I say that I support the British Olympic team, and have no frictional feelings when supporting the British hockey team or even the Rugby league side. But I believe that this is because there are no alternatives, I am not just supporting one man and one personality.

Formula 1 is a similar sport in the sense of everyone on the track is racing for themselves and are individual sportsmen. I obviously support Jenson Button and Lewis Hamilton for Maclaren as they are the heart of he English pride. Unfortunately I was too young for Formula 1 when David Coultard was racing but I’m sure I would have had the same sort of problem, do I become a British supporter, or stay an England one? Maybe I should just support who I can as it does make a tournament more exciting, but then again the feeling of disloyalty resurfaces.

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Welcome to the Big, Wide World!

The time in someone’s life when they first step out into the big wide world can be an intimidating one. For some they know exactly what career path they are going to follow and for others it is a time to find any job to pay the bills while they look for something more suitable.

I have been fortunate enough to take a year out after school and before I go to university, and I believe this has taught me some valuable lessons. Before I started my gap year I thought the most important and influential period would be when I travelled abroad. While this did teach me a lot about living by myself and taking care of all the bills it did not teach me the value honest hard work, which is an important characteristic when it comes to university and a career. Instead I learnt this over the course of earning money to go abroad when I worked in a dog food factory for a little more than minimum wage. It is when you work at the bottom, that you can see the true importance of putting in the hours for a good degree. It is a true motivation to avoid this style of living, but it is also necessary to show you what others have to work for.

Your career is a huge proportion of your life, it is what your education is aimed at and it is there for your enjoyment, I feel with this learning curve in my gap year I have gained a foresight, one that I would not be able to have if ‘mummy and daddy’ just gave the money or handed me down a comfy job. As it is worth knowing that the things in life that you want are the effort in getting.

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Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all..

As I write, I write in mourning. In mourning of what could have been, of what might have been and heavily reminded of the fact that we aim too high. Cast aside by a young German side that, it pains me to say this but, deserved their victory. Matthew Upson and John Terry failing to resemble anything that starts to look like a defence. Throwing ball after ball away for German goal kicks. Before the game it was said that due to the lack of experience Germany would be the more wasteful team with possession and it’s just not the case.

Just like a lover looking back on a failed relationship I can just about struggle to see the positives, and with them heavily being outweighed by the damning negatives like the defence and the score line.

Like a lover I see where things could have changed, the point where we lost our way (Frank Lampard’s beautiful strike crossing the line and being disallowed by the South American linesman), and as I sit with my tub of ice cream I can see where we can learn from these mistakes; finally bring in goal line technology, change to a modern, more adaptable manager one who isn’t afraid to try something other than 4-4-2.

Change is the most important thing England, as it’s not me it’s you, it really is and you have the potential to win these tournaments and make other teams cower at your presence. Now, like a recently single man I will have to set my sights on something lower as we have been divorced from the World Cup, maybe the Euro, although Germany will still be there.

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