I have been fighting a small, well-mannered fight with custard for the past few months. Nothing hostile, just a little resentment, a lot of research, and a few attempts. Perfecting new recipes (ideally dessert recipes, yum) is one of my most-loved hobbies and probably the reason behind most of my curves. I decided to give custard a shot on the word of several recipe-book authors who vowed it was easy. My first attempt was heart-breakingly runny, and nothing on Baking 911 could rescue it. That put me off custard for a while. Then my housemate made one of his standards, a custard-based pie, and that failed where it has always succeeded beautifully. After some contemplation and much recipe-reading I decided to take it back to basics, and attempted my first quiche. I made it with pine-nuts and silverbeet fresh from my friend's backyard: a delicious success! And so tonight, having graduated successfully from eggy savouries 101, I attempted baked custards (at midnight, when I got home from work, because what better time is there for kitchen tomfoolery?). They came out of the oven a while ago and they're perfect. Words cannot describe how awesome they are. I have reclaimed the dessert prowess, and damn does it taste good. I feel like I could take on a fucking creme caramel at this point and kick it's wobbly gooey butt!
Next stop on my meandering journey through eggy things: frittata. Stay tuned for more riveting updates.
Also, I've spent the past few days elbow-deep in blue gingham and white fabric paint, attempting to construct my New Years Eve outfit. In it's current incarnation it looks fucking awesom from the back, but I fear the front may need something scary like darts or, I don't know, seams. I am an incredibly amateur seamstress, allergic to patterns, measurements and sewing machines. I don't think I've even really progressed beyond the minor alterations & repairs skillset, I just happen to focus on truly ambitious projects like entire new garments. I was so bloody excited when I discovered rivets & eyelets- "I can hammer my entire outfit together? No sewing? Fucking ace!"
Anyway, I am thinking of attempting to find someone to show me some tricks with a sewing machine, and maybe eventually buying my own. I've made part or all of my outfits for all of the major parties I've been to this year, as well as some of the smaller ones, and it seems like maybe I might be just a little bit serious about this sewing thing (also known as the "why the fuck don't stores carry things I want to wear? oh fine I'll do it myself" thing). I think a machine would let some of my projects last slightly longer than one or two dance-filled nights, and that would be quite awesome.
On the weekend I went to a party at a squat where I learnt that 18 years out of practise has left me with zero hula-hoop skills, and that I still can't pass up a bedroom full of heavy-breathing hot queers sprawled out in all directions (ooh, more please!).