Steamboat
Last night we had Matt and Hannah over for a steamboat dinner… we’d brought the steamboat down from Newcastle last time we were there, and were itching to give it a try.
I spent an hour after the gym sourcing the ingredients … firstly to make my own stock – I’ve never made stock before, so went off to find a chicken carcass. 85cents! Bargain!
Then what to cook in the steamboat? Scallops, fish balls, baby octopus, callamari, chicken, tofu, and lotsa yummy veges like carrot, baby corn and bok choi. And some sauces for dipping into. The others seemed to like the oyster sauce best, while I stuck with the soy. The sweet chilli wasn’t touched, and the teriaki had a little bit of a look-in.
(There’s some nice picture’s of other people’s steamboats here. I have a few photos from last night, but I still haven’t managed to get the camera to download onto this computer, and if Rish’s laptop is here, I can’t login because he hs fingerscan access. Bah!)
So, we stuffed ourselves. Also some yummy steamed barbeque pork buns, nice wine, and my favourite home coucktail of the moment – shot of vodka, shot of frangelico, juice of a lime (they call it an Angel’s Kiss on the Frangelico website. ). Yums. And then Matt and I proceeded to beat Hannah and Rish in cards. Firstly Canasta (which Rish and I had been taught the night before) and then 500. Sweet :p
Something else great about yesterday – there was a top I bought maybe 6 weeks back, and I liked it in the shop… but then when I got it home and put it back on I realised that it looked disgusting on me, highlighting all the bulges exactly where I didn’t want them to be hightlighted! But I wore it yesterday. My tummy is getting flatter, but I swear my bottom is bigger. Or sticking out more. Or other thigns are getting smaller and it’s just getting more muscly or something. I don’t know. All I know it my body is gradually changing shape, so all the lumps and bumps are where they should be and less of them are the form of wobbly fat and more toned happy muscles. Yay! :) Now to keep this up!
Teresa is holding a new contest over at her personal blog. Those entering have a chance at winning a lovely and uniquely designed dandelion handbag by Rebecca Weis. Teresa is willing to ship this item anywhere, so anyone can participate. I’m a sucker for a new bag (if I ever when I make it to 68kg, I’m going to buy myself a new one!), so I know I’ll enter. She designed the blog theme I’m using :) Isn’t it sweet?
- Thug :: rugby league
- Slurp :: tongueeeee
- Alley :: back alley
- Sweater vest :: cricket
- Targeted :: victimised
- Snazzy :: party dress!
- Oy! :: over here!
- Jury duty :: done it once, wasn’t used though. Was so looking forward to NOT swearing on the bible and doing that “promise” thing instead
- Low fat :: reading all the labels in the supermarket
- Responsibility :: having kids :p so not going there for another 4-5 years






1Hootin' Anni
wrote on 28 April 2008 at 1:32
Hmmmmm, rugby team. Now that was a surprise!!
Happy muttering…hope you can stop by and give me a howdy do!!!
May your day be filled with sunshine.
2laane
wrote on 28 April 2008 at 6:30
Oh yes, you remind me, they wear them at cricket.
You can find my mutterings ::here::
Have a great week!
laanes last blog post..dandelion day
3Kelkel
wrote on 28 April 2008 at 8:37
4 or 5 years eh? You might just beat me. :p
I haven’t had a steamboat since I was a kid, that’s so awesome. Was making your own stock successful/hard?
4Tien
wrote on 28 April 2008 at 20:12
Thanks for visiting my blog. Anyway, never did jury duty, so I’m not sure about the whole system. We abolished it somewhere in 1970s. Not sure about the date. Haha
Anyway, nice mutterings. I enjoy reading it.
5Fiona
wrote on 29 April 2008 at 7:40
hehe.
Stock was okay. Not sure if making my own is over-rated though :P Takes time to just be AROUND while these things happen. I want instant success :p
6Kelkel
wrote on 30 April 2008 at 22:13
I was watching this cooking thing tonight about making your own coconut milk. Seriously, idc how good it tastes that is waaaay too much fuss for me.