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Requisite Blog Post About Blogging
Purple Foodie celebrating her 3rd anniversary made me curious as to how long I’d been writing this blog. As it turns out I’ve missed my first anniversary by a mile… a 6month mile. Whoops. It got me to thinking about this blog, though, and what it means to me. It’s not my first blog – that dubious honour goes to the livejournal I kept for the years up until Uni and it’s not even my second, with a couple of years dedicated to a gaming blog which really catapulted me into writing in a more mature way and for an audience which is not necessarily all close friends.
I always talk to an audience when I write my posts even though if I go by my google analytics there are a whole…8 of you? I wouldn’t have even bothered with analytics if I didn’t already have it set up for the now long-forgotten gaming blog. It’s slightly disheartening in a way – when I was writing my other blog I had around 400 or so subscribers. I guess that’s typical of a niche blog, though – like fanart or fanfiction it attracts a wider audience than original work because there’s an instant connection with the subject that one cannot expect from a personal blog. To get ‘into’ what’s here you need to get ‘into’ me. I’m not sure I even like the idea of being overly gawked at in my own persona, rather than cloaked in a gaming disguise. I’m rather dull, I know, and I pootle about with gardening & cooking, too much of a follower of ideas to generate any interest from either groups in my own right. It’s dull, but I’m not going to go out of my way to change that. I didn’t really like the pressure to post that is inherent with a non-personal blog, a thematic one. I wrote almost entirely for an audience towards the end, there, and not always entirely to my own interests and passions.
Still, I write to ‘you’ out there in this blog, of course. Or even, possibly, I write to me. Future me, who’ll read this post and think: Whoa, what trippy arse mood were you in when you wrote this? I can’t imagine writing without imagining an invisible audience, truthfully. It prompts me, for one thing, to actually bother trying to correct typos I notice, to try writing better, to try and make my photos better. Peer pressure, even imagined, is powerful.
I like writing and sometimes I could do with taking more time over it. I waver between sticking myself to a schedule and complaining internally that a schedule is what turns me off writing – the sense of being forced to write which, like when I’m ‘forced to draw’ sucks any and all creativity out like a literary or artistic leech nine times out of ten. The other problem is that when I write something but then cannot be bothered to cajole, coax and edit photos or images for it. I don’t know why, but if I have illustrative images they have to go in. I don’t like letting my writing stand on its own, I guess: it needs camouflage.
This post, unfortunately, doesn’t have much of a ‘point’ per se. Mainly a notation on how I feel about my blog and writing due to a chance reminiscence. That’s two ‘about blogging’ posts in a week. Erp.
Back to attempts at shiny pictures, baking fail and random soups shortly! ;)
Oh Dear…
It’s been more than a week since my last post and, whilst I refuse to be apologetic about writing at my own pace I do wish I could keep to schedules I make for myself. However, it’s been a very pleasant and busy week which has kept me away from writing so I can’t really complain too much or berate myself too harshly.
Wedding
Last Saturday was Scott & Kirsty’s wedding. It was a beautiful day and everything was perfect – from the picturesque Roman Camp Hotel and it’s surroundings to the touching Humanist ceremony; the wonderful meal to the swingin’ ceilidh. It was really nice to meet Kirsty’s family and those from auntie Beth’s side whom I’d last met when I was quite young. The photos I’m restricting to facebook, though – too many people in them whom I don’t wish to expose to the open mercies of the internet via my little spot. Suffice to say that everyone had a great time and that Andy and I both wish the couple a great deal of happiness in their continuing adventure through life together. Much love to you both, and thank you for letting us be a part of your big day!
Saturday Soup
So as not to back things up for next week, I’m going to throw my Saturday Soup from last week onto the blog today. I went for a sweet potato and chilli soup recipe from my usual haunt at BBC GoodFood.
Unfortunately, in the rush of Friday and Saturday, I forgot to take a picture when I first made it and hence had to make do with hastily microwave heated versions. Unfortunately this is not quite as striking as I’d have liked ;) So be it, however, as I’m determined to keep up with and record my souply trials – even those which go slightly awry.
The cheese here is not the Gruyère suggested by the recipe, but Emmental. I was surprised that it actually went rather nicely with the flavour of the sweet potato – I’d never considered them bedfellows and especially would not have thought to put them together in soup – any cheese, that is, not just Emmental. The soup was tasty and the little kick of chilli with sweet potato always brings out the flavour of it wonderfully but it suffered a little from being overly thick – almost like a watery ‘mash’ than a dense soup. It certainly gave my little plastic hand-blender a run for it’s money trying to whiz it into a smooth(er) soup.
I don’t know how often I’d make this but, given my propensity for having ‘spare’ sweet potatoes it might happen more often than I’d like. Perhaps I need to try to find another sweet potato recipe!
Also, because it’s been a while since I assailed the blog with kitty pictures here’s one of Sam being uncharacteristicly playful :)
Posted in Cat, Food, Life, Saturday Soups
Goodbye, Wee Man
We had some good luck concerning the kitten: we took him to the vets and, lo and behold, he was microchipped! Totally wasn’t expecting that, but glad nonetheless. The vet phoned us say they’d gotten a number and address and would phone them and get back to us. Super. Except… that was two and a half weeks ago.
Just as we were beginning to give up getting a hold of his owners as a lost cause we got a phone call from the vets! They phoned yesterday morning and by 1 o’clock in the afternoon he was gone. It was all so sudden it seems surreal – as if he wasn’t ever here.
Apparently, our lack of luck with getting a hold of the owner was due to timing problems (night shift worker) and the owner avoiding phone-calls from someone else thus missing ours, too. The minute it went to a letter, they called the vet right away – surprised that the kitten they’d been missing for a whole month and a half had suddenly turned up! Apparently they and their family had been out looking for the wee scamp for weeks, worried because they lived near a railway and land where foxes are known to prowl. Given he’s such a teeny thing (six months old, would you believe!), it would have been easy for a driver not to see him or a bigger critter to get a hold of him.
Having given up on finding him themselves they realised they hadn’t sent away his microchip form. D’oh. Still not sure how the microchip company had him on the database – I can only assume they knew which vet had said microchip and traced the owner that way? If anyone knows how the system works I’d welcome a possible explanation =)
The other surprise came when we found out he’d come from a good few miles away – in Larbert. We’d not even thought to phone the vets further afield than Camelon assuming that such a teeny tiny cat wouldn’t have walked very far from home. When he came to us, he looked a little underfed but not starving. Given that they’d been missing him for six weeks, we’d only had him for three and he seemed to have not gotten into too bad a condition for his size we all wondered if he’d perhaps been taken from Larbert and brought to Camelon by some (possibly) well-meaning stranger who’d found him – only to run off again.
I had wanted to know what his real name was and found out inadvertently when I mentioned that, on finding him, we’d assumed he was a she. Apparently this wasn’t the first time as originally he’d been called… Millie. Hehe. When the truth became apparent, Millie became Mills – a name which has a slight mischevious tilt, to my mind, and suits the wee man well – though I’ll probably always remember him as Cai =)
The place feels rather quiet without him and whilst I won’t miss him trying to eat everything (including my plants) I will miss the wee scamp being a cute addition to the family and generally adding some random to the house.
Sam, on the other hand, with probably be wholly relieved to see the back of the kitten. Though I do think he was growing on him. A wee tiny bit. Maybe. ;)
G’bye Mills
Miss ya, wee man.
Radical Radishes & Curried Kittens
I’ve been trying to keep to a schedule for writing here but with my big cousin’s stag party at the weekend… well, lets just say that I was still trying to recover on Monday. It was a great night, though, and I’m looking forward to his wedding in a couple of weeks time.
Today I was ready to blow the cobwebs away and raring to get out in the garden. I wasn’t going to allow a torrential downpour bit of drizzle stop me from getting out there. That’s what wellies and big leather gloves are for, right? Today’s task was finally getting rid of the radishes. When I first grey radishes, hoping for little, lovely, salad bowl crunchies I failed miserably. I could get them to the right size, shape and crunchiness, even but the taste was just horrid. Not sure where I was going wrong, but the upshot was too many radishes I didn’t want to eat!
So, having heard that radish seed in many ways approximates mustard seed, I figured I’d leave the ones which were left in the ground and see what happened. For a start, the bees loved them – radishes have a profuse amount of flowers and they actually smell quite nice. This is, unfortunately, the only photo I have of them close-ish up:

The radishes, left to grow, became huge and some even seemed to have started growing secondary tubers further down the root.
As it turned out, apparently the seeds on mine didn’t taste any good either, so I dug the lot out of the ground today to make space for winter lettuces. Smashing them up to go in the compost, though, I noticed the coolest thing: some of them had become hollow and were supporting small colonies of critters and beasties – including worms! Click on the images for a closer view.
Not all of the radishes were hollow, but I’d had no idea they would even do this. Pretty funky stuff. Cool as they were, though, their upheaval was a must – giving me space for my winter lettuces:
Not a tonne of space but, then, that’s the story of this garden as a whole. Still, as the season comes to a close, I feel that I’ve really managed to make a decent go of growing things in my long-thin strip of dirt. It’s been great fun and I’m already planning what I will (and won’t) grow next year. For the record, the garden looks like so at the beginning of September:
Coming to a slow close, but not done yet!
On a completely different note, below is what happens when you leave an inquisitive, greedy wee kitten in a room with an empty curry bowl:
Yes, he’s still with us, and getting chubbier by the day. Just look at that round wee belly!
Edinburgh Zoo
I love the Zoo, I really do. I’ve always had an interest in animals – ever since I spent my 50p pocket money every week on a new small plastic model for my ‘farm’. It was an exotic farm, with giraffes, lions, tigers, deer, ostriches and eventually even an okapi – an animal I’d never even heard of until I saw the unusual little model in the toy shop. That toy shop (Blythe’s), and the little glass-fronted case of animals is something I think helped usher me towards my love of all creatures great and small – I went to the library to look up what an okapi was!
Unfortunately I didn’t manage to see an okapi at Edinburgh zoo, or the giraffe’s which were there last time – but there were plenty other cool animals – especially the pallas cats which sort-of look like what would happen if you mixed a persian with a wildcat.
Probably the biggest highlight of the day was feeding the rainbow lorikeets – such cheeky wee things! The trip to the top on the safari bus thing was a bit dull – there wasn’t really time to see anything – but at least it got us to the top of the hill ;) Even with mostly downhill walking, though, the day was scorching and our feet were killing us by the end of the day, but it was so much fun.
Random Kitten Visits
Last week certainly ended interestingly. Going to the door after talking to a survey guy, Andy heard a mewing. When he opened the door a small black and white streak of lightning shot up our hall. When he called to me to check it out, his voice half laughing, half questioning, I wondered what in the world it could be. I did not expect, a few moment later, to be holding this little guy:
We have no idea where he came from, none of the people on our street have lost him and chats with the SSPCA, CPL and local vets have been fruitless on the matter of anyone having lost a kitten like him (if full of good advice). He’s the absolute opposite of Sam – playful, boisterous and into every single thing he can get his paws on. He’s very obviously still kitteny – though we can’t place his exact age and so can’t figure out if he’s been neutered or is just too under-aged for showing his man-bits. The toys we bought Sam, which our stoic gentleman has disdained, have been getting some use – as has the cat bed and scratching post which his dignified self also doesn’t bother with.
I’m loving having a cat who will sit on my lap and accepts being picked up and hugged – however, living with a kitten is hard work – especially because we can’t leave him with Sam, so we’re having to lock him in a room on his own (and the mewls are piteous, I assure you). He loves his food; can’t get enough, actually, and I’ve managed to get him giving me mini-cat ‘hi-five’s’ to get a treat!
Sam is not entirely impressed with our little visitor (whom we’ve named Cai for now so we don’t need to call him ‘the kitten’) and at first was a little scared of him but, although they’re still a bit growly-hissy at times, they’ve sniffed at each other and will happily sit a few feet apart so long as neither makes any sudden moves. I’m slightly amused that our big bundle of fluff is wary of a kitten one third his size, but he has been a tad skittish of anything ‘new’ since we got him.
We think Cai must have a home out there, somewhere, despite not having a collar – he’s litter trained, for a start, and seems to have been handled. He was also in pretty good condition when he ran into our house - a wee bit skinny and dirty but not emaciated enough to have been out in the world for long. Much as we’d both be happy to keep him, I am hoping that out there, somewhere, is an owner who loves him and is looking for him. Even if there isn’t, Sam is our first priority and if they don’t chill around each other more, then we can’t keep him even if we want to.
I’ve already taken a tonne of pictures, though, so if his owners do show up, they’ll have a record of his ‘holiday’ ;)
So, What’s Up?
I have fickle muses – when I do a lot of art my writing falls by the wayside and vice versa. Thus, because of a recent spate of artyness, my blog has been somewhat neglected. Typically, this has happened right at the time we’ve actually had quite a bit going on ;) Given the picture-spam which would happen if I threw everything off my camera into one post, I figure I might split this over a few posts – so expect my posting drought to end in a small deluge.
The biggest change around the place has been the addition of a small, furry, meowing monster – Sam.
We got Sam from the Cats Protection shelter in Alloa. We picked him because the minute we walked into his pen he head-bumped us and was eager to be friends! Getting him from there was an adventure, especially since he did not like his carry case and hid the moment it came near his pen. Despite a shy start – he hid behind the sofa for hours - he now loves being petted, belly rubbed, chin tickled and generally pampered. Behind the sofa is still his ‘safe’ space for when visitors are over, but the rest of his time is spent perched on top of it, or on the old pouffe, which is now covered in a layer of kitty-fluff. He has an odd way of lying – he loves to stretch his neck out as you can see in the last photo.
Although he’s a pretty large cat he doesn’t eat much, though he’s not above mooching for anything in your hand: grapes, bread, tomato soup… He doesn’t actually want them, no, he’s just enamoured with the idea of food which other people have, it seems. He loves treats, too, of course, and tuna is great bribery material.
Being as we’re now official cat-people, you can probably expect many cute pictures to grace the pages of the blog ;)
Just before we got Sam, we finally finished our back bedroom. In winter, a tile had been knocked off the roof and left a small hole. Come the heavy spring rain we had, we noticed a leak which became a huge and very noticeable damp patch. Once the rain had abated, and the roof was fixed, we decided we’d actually do the back room up entirely – something we’d wanted to do since we moved in. In true changing room styles, we have before and after shots:
I’m quite proud of the results – although I’d painted before, neither Andy or I had papered. We decided to go for thick lining paper under the paint to make sure the walls were nice and smooth. It was a bit of a pain to work into the corners, but once we got the hang of it, it became a lot easier. All in all, I think it took us several weeks to get it all done, though most of that was procrastination due to wanting to do it right and not being quite sure how to. The fact it was scorching hot didn’t help either, as rollering, papering or even glossing the skirting boards became arduous in the sweltering heat. It now has a tonne of bookshelves, a comfy couch, a lava lamp,and a reading lamp – the perfect den / study.
Yorkshire
Yorkshire was amazing! It really felt like a grown-up holiday (yes at 25, I still don’t feel like an adult, haha).
We were staying at Brimham Rocks Cottages in a 6-person cottage which was really comfy, cosy and well stocked with kitchen equipment and entertainment items. The owners were really friendly and went out of their way to be helpful. It was a lovely place to stay and a really good base for the weeks trips.
Every night, someone took a turn to cook – with one night being used to eat up leftovers. Andy cooked pizza, I did lasagne, Mishi: Risotto, Chris: curry, Mike: a roast and Euan made a spicy red tomato sauce with pasta. Every meal was damned delicious – it really is nice to know a bunch of people who cook ;)
We visited York (duh?), York Dungeons and Jorvik; Harrowgate and Harlow Carr, Helmsley Walled Gardens, The Black Sheep Brewery as well as exploring the nearby countryside on the bikes - Brimham Rocks being the first place we ventured. Harlow Carr was probably my favourite place of the week, though the York Dungeons were really fun, too.
Andy and I are both keen on taking pretty pictures, so we were both grabbing for the camera as much as possible, but even so – we didn’t get any decent pictures whilst in York (too busy!) and our overzealousness with the camera meant that we ran out of battery at Harlow Carr- meaning fewer pictures than I’d have liked of that beautiful garden. Sadly for both gardens, I think we arrived just after the best of the spring blossoms had passed and just before the best of the summer had started showing, but even so there were some spectacular plants on display!
For the first couple of days, the weather was scorching – reaching 30°C! However, by midweek we were getting drizzle and rain – a bit more of what we expected – but it didn’t put us off traipsing round gardens and was a good excuse to go indoors to the brewery ;)
Brimham Rocks:
Black Sheep Brewery:
Helmsley Walled Gardens:
Harlow Carr:
Saying Goodbye:
At Home in the Garden
On Wednesday I spent several hours in the shed. I didn’t mean to, but one task led to another and I ended up in there for longer than expected. Standing in the shed, with the spring rain pattering down outside, wrist-deep in compost and surrounded by many small pots I really felt at home in my garden.
Wonderful fuzzy feelings aside, I did manage to get a lot done! After our holiday last weekend, I got a cheap mini greenhouse / coldframe. It’s one of the plastic ones which can’t take too much of a beating, but it’s already made a huge difference as I’ve been able to take outside many small plants which weren’t getting enough light but still needed a little protection. Strawberries (normal and alpine), some of the smaller comfrey plants, some mint and purple sprouting broccoli are all nestled cosily inside as well as leaving the windowsills free for more delicate plants (like my not-so-little-any-more pelargonium and some miniature chilli plants).
Talking of which, I’ve had a really terrible time with the purple sprouting broccoli – every time I re-pot them, they die :( None of my other seedlings have had the same problem and, before potting them on, they seem to have been healthy enough. It’ll soon be too late to plant them, this year, so I’m hoping the ones I’ve sown now will make it all the way through to proper plant stage, this time.
Other things which I’ve re-potted and will also, hopefully, have better luck with are the aforementioned alpine strawberries (they seem to be pretty hard to kill off, thankfully), mint which I’d had sprouting from cuttings, and some baby cabbages which were at the two-leaf stage and getting too big for their seed tray. I also started off some radishes, rocket and sprouts in the now emptied seed tray.
My cauliflower’s are at the two leaf stage now, too, and I was tempted to re-pot them but they seemed a little runty. Out of 8 seeds, only 3 germinated and they are rather stumpy and short compared to the other brassica seedlings. Hmm.
Lastly, I’ve added more herbs to my windowsills - all of the seedlings I’d grown in an egg carton were transplanted into yoghurt pots and the egg carton refreshed with new soil and planted up with more seeds. I forgot to take labels down with me so, as you can see in the second picture below, I ended up marking which was which by shaping vermiculite into letters on the surface, hehe. C for coriander, D for dill, B for basil and T for thyme – the unmarked ones are parsley. I’ve now got a miniature herb jungle on the kitchen window, but I hope to have a decent enough pile of them to be able to use them without killing off one single plant. I’d also like to make up a few herb boxes as gifts and I just really like sage as a decorative plant, too.
























































































































