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Jan. 28th, 2012 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
debithaUh hi. So, life, eh? Gets away from one. I have pretty much had my head down since September or so. Possibly earlier, I don't even remember September at this point. I've been temping at one place since the beginning of October, which on one hand is nice, plus steady income. But on the other hand, I have all the time constraints of working a full time job, PLUS rubbish pay and no sickness allowance. Plus, I'm still doing all the things I was doing when I was unemployed, as well as working a 35 hour week. It wasn't just you flist, I didn't really see anyone for months.
However, I have managed to do a social thing every weekend of this year so far. I know there haven't been very many of them, but it's still a huge improvement.
Tonight I had a couple of friends round for dinner. (The wine is affecting my typing something terrible. The backspace key is getting a workout.) It was nice and I busted out, and finally pretty much perfected the pomegranate pork recipe. Final (probably) version posted below for posterity and my future reference.
750g pork loin
150g Pomegranate insides (or two whole pomegranates but OMG fiddly)
Balsamic Vinegar
Olive oil
Salt and pepper
Place pork in a baking dish. Drizzle lightly with oil. Rub with salt and pepper. Use plenty of both, or the meat will be a little overwhelmed by the fruit. Dump pomegranate on and around pork. Drizzle lightly with balsamic vinegar. Sprinkle a little salt and pepper over the pomegranate too. Cover dish with tin foil. Bake at 180 degrees C for about an hour and 10 minutes. (I did it for an hour 20, and it was a little overdone, which was a huge improvement on having everything ready to go and finding out that the meat was still bloody.) Serve. Eat.
And I'll tell you what. I have Thoughts about that whole pomegranate/female sexuality metaphor thing that people have. It's all very poetic and romantic until you have actually tried to get the seeds out of a pomegranate, and then you realise that what the metaphor actually means is that it's messy and fiddly, and a pain in the arse, the pith is quite nasty, and it's not necessarily worth all the effort, especially if you can buy it already done for you. You have a lot of time to think about these things when you're wrestling with actual pomegranates.
And now I should probably go to bed, and sleep off the wine and the port.
How are you all? Anyone still reading this? If so, happy birthday for Monday been,aunty_marion.
I wish DW would adopt LJ's Tag tickybox menu. It's one of the few things LJ has got actually right, as opposed to bollocksing up. I can barely remember what my tags are these days.
Right. Cold and a bit drunk. Bedtime! (I'm such a tragic lightweight these days.)
However, I have managed to do a social thing every weekend of this year so far. I know there haven't been very many of them, but it's still a huge improvement.
Tonight I had a couple of friends round for dinner. (The wine is affecting my typing something terrible. The backspace key is getting a workout.) It was nice and I busted out, and finally pretty much perfected the pomegranate pork recipe. Final (probably) version posted below for posterity and my future reference.
750g pork loin
150g Pomegranate insides (or two whole pomegranates but OMG fiddly)
Balsamic Vinegar
Olive oil
Salt and pepper
Place pork in a baking dish. Drizzle lightly with oil. Rub with salt and pepper. Use plenty of both, or the meat will be a little overwhelmed by the fruit. Dump pomegranate on and around pork. Drizzle lightly with balsamic vinegar. Sprinkle a little salt and pepper over the pomegranate too. Cover dish with tin foil. Bake at 180 degrees C for about an hour and 10 minutes. (I did it for an hour 20, and it was a little overdone, which was a huge improvement on having everything ready to go and finding out that the meat was still bloody.) Serve. Eat.
And I'll tell you what. I have Thoughts about that whole pomegranate/female sexuality metaphor thing that people have. It's all very poetic and romantic until you have actually tried to get the seeds out of a pomegranate, and then you realise that what the metaphor actually means is that it's messy and fiddly, and a pain in the arse, the pith is quite nasty, and it's not necessarily worth all the effort, especially if you can buy it already done for you. You have a lot of time to think about these things when you're wrestling with actual pomegranates.
And now I should probably go to bed, and sleep off the wine and the port.
How are you all? Anyone still reading this? If so, happy birthday for Monday been,
aunty_marion.I wish DW would adopt LJ's Tag tickybox menu. It's one of the few things LJ has got actually right, as opposed to bollocksing up. I can barely remember what my tags are these days.
Right. Cold and a bit drunk. Bedtime! (I'm such a tragic lightweight these days.)