Was googling myself again this morning. Yes I know, I should stop it or I’ll go blind.
Was googling myself again this morning. Yes I know, I should stop it or I’ll go blind.
Climate chief Lord Stern: give up meat to save the planet
The Times, 27 October, 2009: People will need to consider turning vegetarian if the world is to conquer climate change, according to a leading authority on global warming.
In an interview with The Times, Lord Stern of Brentford said:
“Hydrogen is a light, odorless gas, which, given enough time, turns into people.”
John P. Wiley Jr, (quoting Edward R. Harrison, Smithsonian
Magazine, December 1995)
I just returned from a successful day of teaching at Canberra’s Cooking Coordinates. Here’s Nella, Cass and Lumi, my able crew for the day. I couldn’t have have done it without them.
The house starts to fill! The tiered seating faciltated a perfect view of the cooking, with the aid of overhead mirrors.
Crisp wanton pastry sheets filled with whipped cream and mangoes made for a crunchy dessert! Here’s Greg with his resounding bite.
All eyes on Greg as he took the plunge.
Pretty bogus captions, I know. Greg did assure me that he didn’t mind being recorded mid-bite for posterity. He got his wishes fulfilled.
I had a great day. It was my 10th year at Cooking Coordinates, and my 18th class there. For me, the “icing on the cake” was this letter.
I attended your class in Canberra today… thank you, it was wonderful. I’m writing to you so that you might post this little tip on your website.
I had an unfortunate accident today, where I spilled your delicious Chickpeas
in Tomato Glaze all down the front of my white skirt. The lady next to me, and your assistant both told me that I would never get the stain out due to the turmeric. They suggested I consider dying my skirt yellow!
When I got home after the class, I poured pure Eucalyptus oil straight onto the
stains. I let it soak for a few minutes and then poured soda water on top and used paper towel to dab the water off.
I then put the skirt into the wash and when it came out the stains were
completely gone – not even a yellow tinge. I thought you and your readers might be interested given how often you cook with turmeric.
I am told that it works well with other stains too, eg. red wine. The trick is not to do anything to the stain before pouring the Eucalyptus oil on. I usually use Eucalyptus oil instead of fabric softener…
no chemicals, your clothes are soft and they smell fantastic (it also helps
keep the moths away).
Thanks again for a wonderful day,
I’m off to the national capital Canberra by bus – a comfy non-stop journey. I’ll be snuggling down to some transcendental Ipod delights on the way.
In my opinion, three-and-a-half pleasant hours on the highway is a superior and vastly cheaper choice to an overcrowded airport gefuffle, being crammed into a plane at an ungodly, pressurised altitude.
A Saturday morning demonstration class is on my weekend menu. Demonstration classes differ from hands-on classes. As the name suggests, the guests (rather than participants) will be sitting and watching me cook, and tasting each course as it comes their way. Tiered seating plus a mirror over the cooking arena gives a great view for all.
I’m trying out a new menu, based on a tapas theme. Tapas is the name of a wide variety of appetizers, or snacks, in Spanish cuisine. They may be cold or warm.
Outside of Spain, tapas has evolved into an entire cuisine. Patrons of tapas restaurants can order many different tapas and combine them to make a full meal.
The serving of tapas is designed to encourage conversation where people are not so focused upon eating an entire meal that is set before them.
The Roxby Downs Monitor has written an accurate write-up of my visit last week for a weekend of cookery fun. Read the article…. (You’ll need to scroll down a tad when you get there).
In fact it was Jennie from the Monitor who attended the first day of classes and wrote the article. That’s Jennie (above, second from the right with her partner Mick standing behind) as we posed in the mid-morning desert sun out back of the school where we conducted the class.
Our venue for the weekend was the Home Economics classrooms of Roxby Downs Area School.
Our small but intimate team get the lowdown on the timeless art of cooking tasty hot wholewheat flatbreads (chapatis).
The Roxby Rollers in full swing.
Finishing off a delectable batch of fresh panir cheese, tomatoes and green peas (matar panir).
Our second day of classes was a bigger gathering, but the warm sun had disappeared behind looming cloud cover. Would it rain? Indeed not. It hardly rains in Roxby.
This is Bernie, our clever and imaginative facilitator, who made it all happen in Roxby. Thank you Bernie.
The groaning banquet table called us forth for a second time on the Sunday afternoon.
It wasn’t long before I found myself back in the humble Olympic Dam airport, poised for the long flight home.
It’s one of the smallest airports I have ever visited, but it got me where I needed to go.
Farewell Roxby Downs, see you next year!
Ok, it’s time to lighten up. Anyone who knows me will confirm that I am no dog- or cat-lover. Especially cat-lover. I have a healthy respect for all creatures though. Did anyone ever hear that Bill Cosby skit about the difference between cats and dogs? So funny and true. This article, reprinted after 2 years here, sums it up well.
If animals could write…
Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary
“8:00 am – Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!”
Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary
“Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for
the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is
my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that
my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what
this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow – but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with
the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe. For now.”
Living Near Green Lowers Anxiety, Depression Rates, Study Finds
By Kristen Hallam
Oct. 15 (Bloomberg) — People living near gardens, parks and other green spaces
have lower rates of anxiety, depression and poor physical health than those
living in urban areas, Dutch researchers found.
The scientists reviewed the medical records of more than 345,000 people in the
Netherlands and calculated the percentage of green space near the patients
“With many charming jewel boulders, the mountain named Govardhana offers
a sitting place for Lord Krsna. With the cooing of many birds Govardhana
offers Lord Krsna a welcome. With its swiftly flowing streams filled with
lotus flowers, durva grass, and syamaka seeds, Govardhana offers padya. With
limitless new shoots of darbha grass growing near deer-hoofprint puddles, Govardhana offers arghya.
With ponds where jati, lavanga and kakkola grow on the shores
Govardhana offers acamaniya. With fresh, fresh, fresh, yoghurt, ghee, and
honey Govardhana offers madhuparka. With water from a clear spring at its
summit Govardhana offers bathing water.
With golden tree bark, fine like silk,
Govardhana offers garments. With fragrant powders, sandal paste, and red and
white minerals Govardhana offers fragrant ointment. With blooms of malati
vines and other vines Govardhana offers pleasing flowers.
With the dust raised by the surabhi cows hooves Govardhana offers incense.
With the glistening of its many jewels Govardhana offers a glittering lamp even
in the daytime. With charming gunja, peacock feathers, clusters of flowers,
and many other pleasing objects, Govardhana offers ornaments.
fruits and roots Govardhana offers delicious meals. With cool flower-scented
water mixed with fragrant and pure tulasi leaves Govardhana offers water to
rinse the mouth. With campaka flowers and other glorious blooming flowers
moving in the gentle breeze Govardhana offers arati.
With budding nakula
flowers and other trees Govardhana offers a graceful parasol. With blooming
branches moving in the breezes from the Malaya Hills, Govardhana offers the
service of fanning Lord Krsna. With the dancing of the cooing peacocks
Govardhana offers a festival of dancing.
When, attracted by Krsna
Today I will attend the celebrations of Govardhana Puja (the worship of the Divine Hill called Govardhana) at the North Sydney Hare Krishna Temple. This festival has been held continuously for many thousands of years in India, as illustrated in this old poster.
This festival was brought to the West in the 1960’s by His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami, affectionately known as Prabhupada, who is the Founder and Acharya of the Hare Krishna Movement. Nowadays this event is celebrated ‘simultaneously’ (staggered actually, in all the world’s time zones) all over the planet.
Here’s a gorgeous hand-crafted miniature hill-cake of confectionery, painstakingly crafted at Bhaktivedanta Manor in Hertfordshire, England, and created almost entirely out of milk from the temple dairy herd.
Here’s a colossal offering of many hundreds of varieties of sanctified vegetarian delicacies. Not sure where it is, though I found the picture on the Phoenix, Arizona Hare Krishna Temple website.
This one is at the Hare Krishna Temple in Brooklyn, New York.
And this one’s closer to home – at New Govardhana, the famous Hare Krishna Farming Community near Murwillumbah, northern New South Wales.
The hills of prasadam, spiritualized foods, take sometimes days to prepare, but only minutes to be demolished and eaten.
A taste of this trancendental food will infuse you with Divine Love, bhakti. Check your nearest Hare Krishna Temple for details of this once-a-year event.