Guardian Girl

Thursday 30 July

Posted in Fashion, Recipes by guardiangirl on July 31, 2009

Today was a very special day for outfits. My dear friend Cari had given me some navy silk hareem pants in order to keep up appearances with this ‘being current’ endeavour, and today they were the most matching thing I had in my wardrobe – or the most matching thing I could still fit into, rather – so it was time to look like the office clown.

Cari liked them, and my friends Adam and Thomas liked them when I did a catwalk show for them the previous evening. The girl I sit next to at work graced me with a “You can just about pull them off” while wrinkling up her nose and talking about how much she dislikes people who wear hareem pants, but no matter.

Unfortunately the below photograph would, if it were to be used in court, likely fall into the category of ‘evidence against’, but that’s partly because I’m standing as if I’ve shat myself. Plus the angle is a bit unflattering.

Since I’m being a bit crass today I’ll admit that I’ve always thought hareem pants look like their purpose is to disguise elephantiasis of the labia, and I’m not sure if I’m yet convinced, especially looking at this picture, but I really like wearing these, comfort wise. I almost think they’d be better in the sunshine with a pair of flip flops and a vest, rather than dressed up. But what the Guardian says, I do. Sad when you think about it in the cold light of day.

Trousers

Trousers

 

Pants

Pants

 

Looking it it again, I’m retching a bit. They honestly don’t look this bad in real life. Or in mirror life, anyway, which is not real life, which is always a perturbing thought.

The jacket over my shoulder is an amazing garment – another of Evi’s FARHI by Nicole Farhi creations. It’s a shame you can’t see the detail because the shoulders have cool rosette-ish bits on them. Wearing a navy and white outfit with a navy and white jacket, I felt very matchy – far more than I would ever naturally be. I also felt a bit like Andy Pandy but that’s fine with me – we have much in common.

For dinner I made Dan Lepard’s blueberry almond bars. It could be my measuring problems but this was so sweet and sugary it was like eating an enormous boiled sweet out of the glove compartment of a hot car. Or out of Wonka’s river, even. IT stuck to my teeth (I’ll leave that typo in because the idea of getting information technology stuck to my teeth while eating dessert is better than the idea I’m trying to say) and made me feel sick (I did eat about four portions though, so we’ll leave that aside) and it actually hurt my tongue, i think. I put some cherries and blackberries in it too. My baking tin was a bit bigger than the 20cm square one he suggested (20x30cm was the best I could do) so it was a bit thinner than it should’ve been. You know I feel bad blaming the recipe because Dan Lepard has such a nice, smiling face and he’s a cake expert, whereas I’m a girl in a small kitchen who can’t use a measuring jug properly. I got the feeling it would’ve been great had it been less sugary. As I was pouring in more and more of the stuff, rubbing in an enormous chunk of butter and stirring in the nuts I was seeing the calories clock up in front of my eyes like the pennies on a petrol pump. I am not one to worry about calories – I only really found out what they were a couple of years ago and I never count them unless I’m looking for a more urban version of sheep to clock up when I have insomnia. I’m more of a magical thinker when it comes to food. I judge it by size and emotional significance, so a massive plate of salad is often the same as a massive plate of cake, unless I really like the salad ingredients or don’t like the cake, in which case the cake is probably healthier. Well, you know. Anyway despite my nutritional ignorance, this cake did scare me a bit. And trust me when I say it really takes a lot of sugar to scare me. Once I got a dud packet of Tangfastics and they all had wormholes through them where the sour stuff had eaten them away, and as I ate them they started to do the same thing to my mouth, but I polished off the whole packet anyway, and now I charge cavers £4.95 a piece to look for the Witch of Wookey in my tonsils.

I am tough.

Blueberry and almond bar

Blueberry and almond bar

Here’s mine:
Blueberry and almond bar

Cavities and obesity

Conclusions:
  • Harem pants are better than I suspected but your office folk must be pretty progressive to accept them without sniggers/second glances.
  • I spell hareem two ways, because we should exercise freedom of choice or we might lose it.
  • Cookery conclusion remains the same as ever: one must measure, measure, measure darling! And when will one ever learn?
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Blueberry Galette

Posted in Recipes by guardiangirl on July 13, 2009

It’s another pie, isn’t it, but this time it’s called a galette.

I managed to get all the ingredients this time. The pastry was somewhat raw again, but with the addition of lemon zest it was far more palatable and I experienced an only mildly stomach upset this time – well worth it! I discovered that if you don’t have a rolling pin, Hugh’s suggestion of putting pastry between sheets of baking parchment works a treat as you can do the GBH approach without getting your fists sticky. God that sounded awful.  I still didn’t use the hand blender, although I got it out of the cupboard and felt happy staring at it for a while. I took a good, long look inside myself and discovered that my reticence to use the blender is the result of a previous trauma with a bowl of egg whites. I’ll ask a friend to help me with the speed settings and then get back on the horse next time.

Blueberry galette

Blueberry galette

Blueberry regret

Blueberry regret

Conclusions:
  • Add lemon zest to pastry for a happy life
  • I obviously need to turn my oven up a bit hotter than Hugh says
  • Who needs rolling pins, except as an apron-related style thing?
  • I have to face my hand blender issues before they begin to rule my life