Jan 13, 2019 · 1 minute read
water water fixed
vet adventures
snooooooooow
Water update: all fixed!
Cat update: after a week after her not using the litter trays, I finally took her to the vet. And she did have something wrong with her, but she’s now recovering. Also, you’d be surprised at how loud a cat can scream. I definitely was.
Meanwhile, snow!
While having odd and somewhat stilted conversations with people the Internet thinks I should talk to, I’ve also read my way through Moffat’s Target novelization of The Day of The Doctor. It’s basically Moffat having his cake, eating it, and then adding two new cakes just for fun. Imagine a YA B.S. Johnson, and you’d be close. And oh, the secrets in Chapter 9…
This week! Waiting for the snow to melt up to the weekend, and then having another major snowstorm on Saturday! I may have to dig my way out at some point.
Jan 6, 2019 · 2 minute read
water water everywhere
Let’s sum up how Sunday afternoon went, shall we?
- The u-bend of the sink jumped off, flooding the kitchen with water and so many bits of potato
- The cat decided that she was going to forget that her litter trays existed and that the downstairs carpet was a great place to go to the bathroom
- The new bathroom lights only come on randomly due to what I believe is a current issue, but wasn’t a problem with the incandescents
- Petrol jumped 20¢ in an hour between ‘I’ll go to the petrol station in a bit’ and ‘wait, am I living in the Weimar Republic all of a sudden?’
(okay, the latter was more of an annoyance than anything else, but still)
All in all, it has cast a bit of a pall over what was a nice weekend. Let’s rack up the positives:
- Yes, water seeped into the bar from above. Not great. But in pulling out what I believed to be a block of wood that was painted black, I discovered that it was in fact a Samsung Bluetooth sound bar. Which includes Optical Digital Input lines (fancy!). It’s been sitting there for a year and I had no clue. Thankfully, it still works.
- I made a new cocktail! Admittedly, it was just hot caramelized white chocolate with a shot of Evan Williams Single Barrel in it, but it was nice?
- Made the first macarons since moving to Cincinncati. And…they turned out really well. No cracks in any of them, perfect footers…just really good (and I normally have the urge to throw the entire batch away after baking, so they did turn out well for me to have no complaints)
- We used transglutaminase for the first time! And I didn’t glue my fingers together!
- I provided a helpful service of translating public school English into American (mainly around the euphemisms for homosexuality). As well as trying (and failing) to explain Curiosity Killed The Cat.
- Meijer also has chocolate digestives, and they’re 70¢ cheaper than Kroger! Result!
Oh, and stroopwafels. Mmmmm, stroooooooopwafels.
Jan 1, 2019 · 1 minute read
no resolutions
fight the future
no 20th century children anymore
Well, hello there, 2019. You’ve redecorated. I don’t like it. But maybe it’ll grow on both of us, right?
I have returned back to the United States with a ridiculous amount of ginger cake (of course, there’s always room for more), the complete DVD box set of Waiting For God (shut up, you at the back — name me another sitcom even now that has an openly feminist atheist as its main star, eh?), and several kilograms of Daily Milk chocolate. More than enough things to keep me going until I go home again in April.
There’s a list of things I’d like to do this year; the list just grew to somewhat mammoth proportions over the Christmas break, so how much of it will get done is anybody’s guess. I did manage to spend the last day of 2018 making a breakthrough on one project though — one that delves into my childhood and brings it right into the future. It is both more boring and less pretentious than that sounds, honest.
Anyway, I hope you all had a good New Year’s Eve and let’s hope that 2019 brings better things than 2018.
Dec 24, 2018 · 1 minute read
more festive
Back in the UK for a little while (until this upcoming Sunday). Friends, family, and all the mince pies it’s physically possible to eat in eight days. See you in the new year!
Dec 16, 2018 · 3 minute read
new kroger
find the biscuits
no actual biscuits
cat on the lap
I am a creature of habit, to the extent that change is a problem. Why not ask my mother, who I still haven’t forgiven entirely for throwing out the biscuit tin of my childhood earlier this year. I have had a very nice routine since I arrived in Cincinnati: get on the main road, drive for about 2 miles, and then turn right for the Kroger that has dark chocolate digestive biscuits. And other foods, but as you may have noticed, biscuits are also apparently an important part of my psyche.
And so, this week, I braved the almost-Christmas traffic to head to Kroger one last time before I come back home to the UK next week. I arrived to an almost-empty car park and a sign on the door saying that they had closed. Now, admittedly, there’s a fancy new Kroger across the road that just opened to take its place, but my habit: ruined. I have to turn left now instead of right! What a personal disaster! Also, it took me twenty minutes to find the digestives.
Oh, I actually was part of a winning trivia team this week! And all I had to give up was eye-rolling at the Union Jacks everywhere in the pub. I think my only real contributions were knowing who Was (Not Was) were and the importance of Westminster Abbey, while also revealing my deep-seated ire against the Shrek films, but I contributed! Somewhat!
Helvetica update: she has decided that she is a lap cat when I’m on the couch, especially when I’m trying to use the laptop. She would like me to point out that she believes that only being fed twice a day is not acceptable. Let’s hope she never discovers my family’s feeding regime for their cats.
I had one of those rare anti-Impostor Syndrome moments this week; nothing too spectacular, but a day of find inefficiencies, fixing them, and seeing that reflected at scale. And as I come to the end of 2018, I think I find myself in a better place, in a variety of different ways. So there’s that. Of course, I still have four days left of 2018 for it all to go horribly Pete Tong, but I try to be optimistic about these things…
Dec 9, 2018 · 2 minute read
sf once again
newport
prohibition
You’d think with all the travelling I’ve done this week, I’d have some good stories. But, not really? Two days of work and the hotel was about five minutes away from the office, so I didn’t really have much of a reason to venture anywhere. Although the hotel did have some weird ideas of how to lay out a floor that veered on the realms of breaking Euclidean Geometry, and I’ve now been to Elixir enough times that I have a conversation with the bar owner about how new craft distilleries will survive now that MGP distillate seems to be thin on the ground. Good times!
So that was San Francisco. And it rained. But I guess in February, it’ll give me something of a respite from the inevitable deep snow in Ohio? Maybe?
Anyway, having got back to Cincinnati, I managed to get to the Newport Prohibition Bourbon Bar this weekend. I discovered that it existed almost two years ago, but a combination of it being over the river and opening hours that make Allen & Son look positively welcoming has made it difficult to plan a visit. But finally, just before running out the clock on 2018, we made the arduous trip across the Ohio River.
And my goodness. Elixir is impressive. This is something else. It’s not very big, but there are bottles everywhere. Including crazy things like 1970s and 1980s bottles of Wild Turkey just hanging out. And they sell bottles too — barrel picks and things that are rather hard to obtain in the area.
Obviously, I will have to go back.
On the festive update, I will say that a healthy diet of Slade has helped up the festive levels considerably. Thank you, Sir Noddy of Holder!
Dec 1, 2018 · 1 minute read
festive festive festive
maybe
Yes, this morning, I drank tea out of my festive mug, opened the first door on my Cadbury Advent Calendar, and ate two mince pies. IT HAS BEGUN!
Although, having said that, I’m not feeling all that festive so far this year. Not quite sure why, either: I have a tree up, presents bought. I’ve even started looking at the Radio Times website to see what Christmas specials will be on back home. And there was snow this week too!
Something just feels a little off and I don’t know why. Perhaps after my trip to San Francisco this week things will feel a little more Christmassy…
Nov 25, 2018 · 2 minute read
all the food
no really so much
never needing to eat again
This Thanksgiving was actually quite similar to last Thanksgiving, in that it took place in the same location and involved all the same people as last year. But! Importantly this time around, I had all my cooking equipment. Which meant I was free to go crazy on four desserts and spend most of a day putting together a cocktail from the new Aviary Cookbook. Look, who hasn’t decided to make a black forest gem cake with six different layers? Totally sane!
We also made Ottolenghi’s black miso sticky rice recipe, but paid little attention to quantities. At no point did we ever consider “given that we have roast potatoes, fried chicken, rolls, carrots, corn, and Yorkshire puddings, should we really make almost 1kg of rice?” We made all the rice. And the leftovers currently occupy a large portion of my fridge. But it was pretty good nonetheless…
Anyway, a good few days up here in Ohio. It was nice, after everybody came down with plague, for us all to get together and do some cooking and eating between ourselves. Now, onwards to planning early Christmas adventures.
Nov 18, 2018 · 2 minute read
cincinnati
house
really, the bar is how big?
Well, with the postcard I got on Saturday from my old estate agent, it turns out that I’ve owned my current house for a year. I’ve only lived in it for a little over six months, but that’s a slightly different story. And to celebrate, the lights died in the bathroom. Houses are fun! Let’s go shopping!
But I think it has been a good year, and the house is holding up pretty well. I didn’t hate Driver, but there were large sections of the house that were just wasted, other sections that needed to be completely redone, and the kitchen was a total horror until Tammy and I painted over all that terrible knotty pine. Here? The kitchen is massive and full of enough counterspace that I can even do chocolate and pastry work there without breaking a sweat. The bookcases have been relocated all into one room, finally giving me the ROOOOOOOOM OF BOOOOOOKS that I’ve wanted for so long, and I’ve finally managed to clear all the clutter out of my bedroom for the first time in 39 years.
And then there’s the bar. Which is insane, and something that people don’t really believe until they’re actually inside it; for some reason photos can’t convey that, yes, it is about a quarter the size of Slem’s bar, that you could fit upwards of ten people in it without any trouble whatsoever…and that it’s pretty well-stocked, providing you like bourbon.
One year on, and I think I might the right choice, and I’m pretty happy here. In the next few days, I’ll be spending my second Thanksgiving in this house; this time we won’t need to ship in cooking supplies from Tammy and Robert’s house, and we’ll have plenty of chairs, two things lacking from last year’s adventure. But there will be a great group of people here…and I’m keeping things sane on the desserts front. Just five over two days! Totally reasonable!
Nov 10, 2018 · 3 minute read
los campesinos
dying dying dying
look it is a very bad sore throat
and a fever too!
How do you follow a week like last week? Well, how about getting a car bill for $2,000 bill, falling really quite ill, and travelling 100 miles to go see Los Campesinos! one more time?
Lots of thanks have to go to Tammy for putting up with the ‘ill man insisting he’s probably not going to make it to the morning’, followed up with ‘having to go to a concert with somebody that sounds like a Muppet having swallowed a helium balloon’. In fairness to myself, I really have been quite ill, and I came very, very close to throwing up in the middle of the concert.
(which would have been super-embarrassing as we were at the front, and I’m already the ‘odd guy who sent us chocolates’ and ‘that one who accidentally ordered 111 copies of our live album’. That’s plenty, I think)
I have officially lost count of how many times I’ve now seen LC!. Probably into double figures now, from coast-to-coast in the USA, and all over London back home (with one Oxford date, I think? My memory is not as good as it used to be). This tour is a little different - no new album to promote, but the 10th anniversary of We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed (the second album that wasn’t, but then was). As that was the album that cemented them in my head as ‘yes, this is my band’, I was definitely up for hearing a bunch of songs that they haven’t played live in the last few times I’ve seen them. But no All Your Keyfabe Friends? Sadness!
In order to see them, we had to leave the safe folds of Cincinnati and drive all the way north to Columbus, Ohio’s Capital! Which I can confirm is a city. With a few tall buildings. Look, I felt like death and was trying to work inbetween passing out, okay? We did see a food truck! And a bizarre marching band that seemed to march past the hotel for a couple of hours…but that’s about it. Oh, it snowed too! So that’s my review of Columbus. Be aware that the CBD CVSs close really early.
I am now off to hook up a Lemsip IV and take all the NyQuil that exists in the house. Eventually I will feel well again!