Thursday, December 17, 2009
Poster: From Jen's first trip to Europe
Pot Plant: Oscar
Reason: Styling my rooms
My part-time engineering consultant Germaine and I went to IKEA today to by some essentials for our respective rooms; for me it was a home for Oscar and something to enable me to hang Jen's poster finally. It was only halfway through the IKEA shopping trip that Germaine remembered to tell me that this particular IKEA had been designed by one of her classmates. It is a great thing that enough time has passed since the days of administering to the UWA Civil Engineering Class of '06 that they are designing the buildings I walk into.
Posted by Claire Madeleine at Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Premium fruit: Cherries
Source: Jon Doust
Reason: He brings Viv some each year after the Cherry Festival
Cherries are the taste of an Australian Christmas. These beauties were brought straight from the orchards of Manjimup, and they are out of this world. First Class fruit is such a dilemma because it is so delicious that you don't want to gorge yourself lest you take the heavenly sweetness for granted; but they must be eaten so quickly in case someone else gets a chance to eat any ...
Posted by Claire Madeleine at Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Pot plant: Oscar
Reason: Atmosphere in my rooms
The is a play staged by The Duck House about a girl called Claire and a pot plant called Oscar. I never saw it when it was playing, and I really wish I had - I keep on asking Sarah if she will re-stage it sometime, because I really want to see it.
I can only imagine that it would be awesome, and hopefully quite a bit more interesting than my own adventures today with my own Oscar.
The photo above was taken at about 8.45pm tonight, and I am only smiling because home was a mere 5 minutes away. You see, I had left work at 7pm and swung past the residence of a nice Italian lady on Bulwer Street who was selling pot plants. We spent some time deciding what my first pot plant will be, and I finally settled on Oscar. I paid a pittance for him and headed off in the dusk for home.
Then the saga began - I answered my mobile on the corner of Vincent and Fitzgerald Street, my purse fell out of my bag as I walked up Fitzgerald talking on the phone and three minutes later when I reached for my purse I found it was missing. I went back to the corner, no sign of my purse; so I walked through Hyde Park back to the Pot Plant Lady's House but the Pot Plant Lady was not home. It was dark by now so with torch out I was sweeping the ground back to the corner of tragedy, only to get a call on my mobile at exactly the spot where the whole evening had gone pear-shaped. It was the lovely girl who picked up my purse in that tiny three minute window, and I was able to relax finally.
Night had it's hand heavy on my shoulder, so I shifted the hip that Oscar was on and made my frustrated and relieved way home to give him a drink; goddamn dramatic pot plant.
Posted by Claire Madeleine at Monday, December 14, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Big Pot: A Christmas gift from my brothers
Small Pot: A prop I bought for food photos
Reason: Because a good stock pot, no matter its size, is a wonderful thing
I don't want to give anything away, but I have this tiny ceramic George Clooney too ...
Posted by Claire Madeleine at Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Friday, December 04, 2009
Main Ingredient: Fingers
Last weekend Ariel and I planned to make six to eight different flavours of truffles - chocolate was stockpiled, alcohol obtained and imaginative combinations planned. Ariel has made truffles in her sleep and together we are no slouches in the kitchen. But that Saturday we destroyed everything we tried to cook - cheesecakes separated and curdled, ganaches separated or refused to set, cupcakes exploded and then collapsed, caramel ran, chocolate spread and frustration turned to hilarity as nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING went right.
So we threw sugar covered hands in the air, excessive amounts of dishes in the sink, uncooperative ingredients in the freezer and put on high heels to drink away our sorrows up and down Beaufort Street. Once out of the kitchen, things were brilliant.
This weekend we have done everything possible to appease the Kitchen Gods who so spectacularly deserted us last weekend. Sacrifices and prayers have been directed to hearths, lintels and doorsteps; salt thrown, tea leaves swirled and knives positioned. Those truffles need to work, wasting that much chocolate is just not an option.
Posted by Claire Madeleine at Friday, December 04, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Shades: Left behind at the Ball
Reason: The owner was too busy being chivalrous
Today I was lucky enough to spend a few hours with a really well mannered man; not a mostly well mannered man, or a selectively well mannered man, but a universally well mannered man. And stupidly I couldn’t enjoy it because he kept on surprising me with his good manners; I would jump when he was gallant and forget to actually enjoy a warm, kind heart. Next time I am around him I am going to slow down and enjoy the raucous laugh and easy company of this man. I am halfway through my cup of tea and I am ready for my lie down …
Posted by Claire Madeleine at Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Cupcake: Made by me
Details: Made by others
Reason: Plasticine is fun
Last year I went to a Christmas party for a company I had only been working at for about five weeks. I turned up and realised I really didn't want to socialise with the adults, so I established myself at the kids table with the plasticine and decided to go for broke in the Plasticine Competition. I chose a topic I knew alot about - cupcakes - and married it with one I did not - gardening. I love the cupcake, not just because the base cupcake was so well made by me, but because each detail on the cupcake itself was donated by one of the kids at the table. I won the adult section of the competition (one other competitor) and got to take home a great little piece of ... plasticine.
Posted by Claire Madeleine at Tuesday, December 01, 2009