Tails’ Blography

Hamilton’s Squash and Chicken Steaklets

I’m not sure when I got this bee in my bonnet to try out new cooking dishes, but I’m enjoying (almost) every minute of it. A while ago I borrowed my mom’s Happy Days with the Naked Chef cooking book (no, this was after I was bitten by the cooking bug) and found a recipe for Hamilton’s Squash. I just had to try it (which is surprising in it’s own, being that I’m not a butternut lover at all and that my mother has made this before and I’ve never eaten it!)!

Basically, its a butternut squash, stuffed with basmati rice, mushrooms (which I omitted this time since bf -sadly- doesnt eat mushrooms), sundried tomatoes, and various spices such as rosemary, chilli (optional) and coriander seeds. It gets oiled, wrapped in foil, and cooked in the oven at 230° for about an hour and fifteen minutes. What results is greatly pleasing!

The most difficult part, in my opinion, is scoring and scooping out the inner part of the butternut (mainly the neck area). That takes some hectic wrist action! It’s a nice way to work up an appetite though hehe. Oh and the waiting is pretty tough too – especially if its your first time making it!

That being said, my first attempt proved successful enough (and bf liked it!!), but in hindsight, I think I’ll parboil the rice before hand, as I’m not fond of the al dente texture that results from this recipe. Other than that, it was great! Oh and I also think I’ll pick a slightly smaller squash next time, esp if I’m having it alongside anything else (like chicken). The bf also wont eat too much butternut, so I dont want to waste any if possible.

Preparing the squash

Straight out of the oven!

It really is great as a meal on its own, so dont be afraid to pick a big ol’ butternut and make it a main course! Perfect for vegetarians!!

I’m not sure I could see myself making this more than once a month though haha since it is quite tiresome to make. If I’m having a dinner party, however, bring it on!

PS: My new ratties arrive on Monday 27th!!

Ramoth looking down (Husky) and Wirenth looking above (Dumbo)!

Its finally happened. For years I’ve been waiting for it to happen, but at the same time expecting it never to happen to me. I’m not sure what to call it, but I guess I’d label it an Image Disorder. No, this isnt something to do with photography, but rather me. Plain and simple.

I find myself hating to look in the mirror, because all that looks back is a plain person with dark circles under her eyes, dry skin, heavy thighs, love handles, and plain hair that does not flatter my face.

My first issue is my face and hair. I get tired even just thinking how to blog about it. I guess my face I’ve come to accept, because short of a eyelift or similar there isnt much (if anything) I can do about it. My hair on the other hand is another story. I have it professionally coloured every six to eight weeks, so the colour is fine, but the cut isnt. Sure it looks great for the first week or two after I get it cut, but then it just goes back into the same boring style when I tie my hair up: middle path, stupid horn-like fringe (“bangs” for my USA readers), which just looks stupid. There also isnt any body in my hair, so when I tie it back, unlike some gorgeous people I see walking around, my hair just looks unwashed, even when its clean. I try lift it and use hair clips and such, but they just dont work, or probably more likely, I dont know how to use them to their full potential (how pathetic is that, hey, a woman with long hair who cant do anything with it). I’ve tried curling it, but they dont stay in, and they annoy me after a while…I like being able to brush my hair, and with curls, the best I can do is run my fingers through it. I’m waiting for my colour to arrive and then I’m going to try a new haircut. I want a bigger fringe, one that doesnt end up looking like horns, but I know the haircut is going to be a stressful event, as, well, my mother is my hairstylest (she’s been a pro hairstylest all my life) but you know how it goes when its family…arguments break out where they normally wouldnt with a customer. Also maintaining it is a problem (I’m lazy). I know, I know, I want to have my cake and keep it all at the same time: stylish hair with no effort. Pfft, like that will happen! Next to my mom and my sister, I look like an ugly duckling with my hair.

My body is probably my biggest gripe. My mother and sister are both size 26-28 (not sure what that is in USA sizes, sorry) and I’m a 34…wow just typing it in that comparison makes me feel huge I know, given my bone structure, that its almost virtually impossible for me to be a 28 but I’d be happy with just a 30! Thats a decent size for me…I’m not asking too much??! I’d just like to try on a dress and not have to worry if I look fat in it. Ok, sure, thats what every women wants, but having a mother and sister so thin, why is it so difficult for me?? I love food, there’s no denying that, but lately I’ve been trying to cut back on everything I eat. I’m even about to start eating off of a sideplate just to make my small portion look bigger!!

My disorder now has reached a point where, when out shopping with my sister and mother (something that doesnt happen very often any more for obvious reasons), I see myself in the mirror and feel horrid. I hate myself. I went out today and did some browsing, caught a glimpse of myself and nearly started crying. I just hate it. And this is the part I never thought I’d get to: hating myself. I feel large and ungainly in everything I wear, I have to struggle to find jeans that dont make my ass look huge, I cant wear most of the in-style tops because they just dont flatter my figure, and lets not get started on swimwear.

I watch my sister try on jeans, and no matter what style she tries on, she looks good. Flare, bootleg, skinny, pencil, capris, they all look good. The cargo pants type material…sheesh I cant even go near that or I look huge. I hate it. I’m sitting here typing this, and I’m even starting to tear up.

The problem is, I cant seem to lose weight. I know I dont have to lose weight, but rather tone up and do some exercise, but I have no time for it. None whatsoever. And when I did try gym 3 times a week, it didnt help to the extent I thought it would after the few months I’d been going. I’m now starting another gymming plan, and hopefully I’ve finally mentally and emotionally cracked enough that it becomes easier to stick to day after day. Same with eating. Today, I had a thin rusk for breakfast, with some tea, two and a half crackerbreads with some cottage cheese, and then later, while walking around the shops, a peanut butter smoothie (how healthy is that *rolls eyes*). For dinner, since its Tuesday, I’m having veggies, a chicken breast, and a chicken wing (Michael will get sauteed potatoes again ). Every day is a struggle and I hate it! I’m getting to the end of my tether and I dont know what to do!

*sigh* I guess I just need to rant about it on here, since talking to my mom and sister only gets me comments like “oooooh, you shouldnt eat that!” while I’m eating something, or “uh-oh, thats going to make you fat”, or “careful, when you’re older you’re not going to be able to lose the weight and you’re going to end up like {insert name of older, larger person}”….its a wonder why I didnt get this disorder sooner.

I know I’m not fat, I weigh 53/54kgs, I have a larger bone structure than my mom and sister, and I’m 5′2″. I just wish my inner thighs didnt touch, that I didnt have love handles, and that I looked good in any dress I try on. Ok almost any dress (at least).

PS: The meal in my post Chicken Tuesday…with a difference! is not the normal sized meal I have…its normally smaller, that was an unusually big piece of chicken!

Last Tuesday I was treated to dinner, since the following day was a public holiday, so we missed out on Chicken Tuesday that week (I think there were other dinner arrangements for the other nights of the week that week) and this Tuesday I attended an Intel function at our wholesalers (they gave away camo jackets and had a prize-giving air rifle shooting competition ) so again, no Chicken Tuesday.

Yes, thats a very large piece of chicken, they’re not normally that huge and normally I dont serve myself potatoes (carbs and proteins ‘n all that). Hmm, and the potatoes were a little more golden than that…actually…why am I posting this photo at all?? It simply doesn’t do these wonderful sauteed spuds justice!

So, I’ve been debating getting new friends for Orlith for a while now and finally decided to get two new girls Contacted one of our breeders, Wheatfields Rattery (no online presence at the moment, unfortunately, or I’d include a link), and she told me she’d be breeding some Huskies soon. Immediately I wanted one (or two), but the mating didnt take. Luckily, another mating she had tried before that did take and out popped three ratlings: two boys…and one girl! The girl was a little smaller than expected, so she didnt tell me about her in case she wasnt going to rehome that one, but the little one is doing fine and she was immediately picked by me (even before I got the photo!).

Photo courtesy of Wheatfields Rattery

The next decision was whether I was going to pick from an existing litter of capped and hooded Dumbos, or whether I’d wait for the next Husky litter. Of course, being Ms Impatient, I asked for photos of the Dumbos I had a nice selection, and eventually decided on a black capped one with a mismarked face

Photo courtesy of Wheatfields Rattery

So now all is left is the wait, and of course the naming! I’m more leaning towards keeping the same theme, which at the moment is dragon names from the books of Pern, by Anne MacCaffrey. I had four “computer” names before: Linux, Apple, Intel and Xeon, and now I think four “Pernese” names are suitable: Feyrith (RIP) and Orlith.

The names I’m leaning towards are Ramoth, Prideth, Wirenth (pronounced “whirr-enth”), and Meranath (though this one I struggle to remember haha). Decisions decisions! Michael thinks I should name them something completely different…but what (if you have any suggestions…..)? I like themes, and meanings behind names, and at this point I’m reading the Pern series, so it fits. Also then the names will run in groups of four and the next babies I get after these two will be new names.

*sigh* I guess I’ll eventually come to a decision, but I think Ramoth definately has a spot

More pics, simply because they’re too cute!