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My special skill
Jun. 3rd, 2010 03:28 pmI saw the end of the Nigella episode on before the news the other night. She was making something with golden syrup in it, but, she said, don't worry if you don't have golden syrup in the house. 'Just use dark golden syrup instead.' Thanks for that, Nigella, you've been a huge help.
I don't remember what she was making, but I was inspired by seeing the golden syrup to make Mary Woolley Pudding for dinner with my mother and her partner. 'We're having Mary Woolley Pudding,' I said, and my mother said, 'First catch your Mary Woolley,' as she always does because that joke never gets old. Mary Woolley Pudding is a simple steamed pudding flavoured with golden syrup. It's called Mary Woolley Pudding after one of my grandmother's old friends who gave her the recipe. My grandmother was scrupulous about recording who gave her recipes. Her old exercise book is filled with recipes for things like Betty's Biscuits. I don't know why she chose to title this one Mary Woolley Pudding, no possessive, but she did and so that's what we call it. It is a good pudding.
Mary Woolley's family also thought it was a good pudding. So much that they ate it for breakfast and thought this completely normal, and one of the Woolley children caused Mary no end of embarrassment after perusing the breakfast menu of a posh Melbourne hotel in the 1960s and bellowing to his mother on the other side of the room, 'Mum! They don't have pudding!' Shocked society matrons had fan themselves in horror.
'But we,' said my mother, concluding her tale, 'were never allowed to eat it for breakfast.' Not that she's bitter about that.
This week I have been busy preparing for an audit. Audit number two of four for the year, because of our merger. Necessary as per constitutional and contractual obligations, but I am a bit over them. Although I am enormously pleased when I print off a report for, say, tax withheld from wages, and it adds up to exactly what it says it should on the balance sheet. It is the most satisfying feeling in the world.*
Tonight is the last night of my ( Photoshop course )
Finally, the teacher said that she was talking to the professional photographer who teaches the How To Use Your SLR Camera course and he showed her some amazing things in Photoshop. Like, he opens a nice photo and makes some adjustments and it becomes an even nicer photo! Which is what I wanted to learn, basically. So, um, two stars out of five for this course.
* That may be an exaggeration.
** Except for one of my mother's friends, who tried to delete a Word document but somehow deleted Word itself instead. She was beyond help, although I did reinstall Word for her and make her promise to only delete things from My Documents.
I don't remember what she was making, but I was inspired by seeing the golden syrup to make Mary Woolley Pudding for dinner with my mother and her partner. 'We're having Mary Woolley Pudding,' I said, and my mother said, 'First catch your Mary Woolley,' as she always does because that joke never gets old. Mary Woolley Pudding is a simple steamed pudding flavoured with golden syrup. It's called Mary Woolley Pudding after one of my grandmother's old friends who gave her the recipe. My grandmother was scrupulous about recording who gave her recipes. Her old exercise book is filled with recipes for things like Betty's Biscuits. I don't know why she chose to title this one Mary Woolley Pudding, no possessive, but she did and so that's what we call it. It is a good pudding.
Mary Woolley's family also thought it was a good pudding. So much that they ate it for breakfast and thought this completely normal, and one of the Woolley children caused Mary no end of embarrassment after perusing the breakfast menu of a posh Melbourne hotel in the 1960s and bellowing to his mother on the other side of the room, 'Mum! They don't have pudding!' Shocked society matrons had fan themselves in horror.
'But we,' said my mother, concluding her tale, 'were never allowed to eat it for breakfast.' Not that she's bitter about that.
This week I have been busy preparing for an audit. Audit number two of four for the year, because of our merger. Necessary as per constitutional and contractual obligations, but I am a bit over them. Although I am enormously pleased when I print off a report for, say, tax withheld from wages, and it adds up to exactly what it says it should on the balance sheet. It is the most satisfying feeling in the world.*
Tonight is the last night of my ( Photoshop course )
Finally, the teacher said that she was talking to the professional photographer who teaches the How To Use Your SLR Camera course and he showed her some amazing things in Photoshop. Like, he opens a nice photo and makes some adjustments and it becomes an even nicer photo! Which is what I wanted to learn, basically. So, um, two stars out of five for this course.
* That may be an exaggeration.
** Except for one of my mother's friends, who tried to delete a Word document but somehow deleted Word itself instead. She was beyond help, although I did reinstall Word for her and make her promise to only delete things from My Documents.