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April 25, 2008

ANZAC DAY

They shall grow not old,
As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning
We will remember them. Lest we Forget

Anzac Biscuits

1 cup dessicated coconut
1 cup flour
1/2 cup butter
1 level teaspoon baking soda
2 cups rolled oats
1 cup sugar
2 tablespoons golden syrup
2 tablespoons boiling water

Mix dry ingredients, melt butter & syrup together in small saucepan. Dissolve soda in boiling water, add to dry ingredients. Cook until golden brown on 180c

And my shame while writing this rather solemn post is that I have a Cava fuelled hangover courtesy of Liliana at the George and Dragon rendering me quite useless for anything other than rest and recuperation before the opening of Nervous Stephens exhibition tonight.

xx Lektrogirl

P.S. The photo above is from one of my Flickr Contacts who you can check out here.

February 29, 2008

I BUILT A DESK

Today I was one of those people who sat in Starbucks staring into middle distance sipping on a soapy coffee wishing that I wasn’t really there. However, I knew I wasn’t beyond redemtion because I was on my way to Homebase to buy some wood for making my desk supports later that afternoon.

Actually it wasn’t even a coffee – it was a Soy Chai Tea Latte. LOL.

This morning I woke up without a hangover but felt I deserved one. After hanging out with Max all day, talking about Pantie Wetters, Nannies, Turncoats and Dead or Alive, we went into Soho to see Pippa and Nathaniel and drink some wine. A more wine later at The Three Greyhounds [my first blush since 'The DJ Assualt Night' that I could finish] and then some Geisha Rocks at Abeno Too I was sending random texts about spiritual vibes to God only knows who.


Lovely! So pretty – like sour cherries.

Max had cooked me an Apple and Rhubarb crumble. Until then, all I had heard about Max’s cooking capabilities was from his old flatmate Neil who had seen Max take the top off a yoghurt pot and that was it.

But check this out:


I am Max’s fantasy girlfriend. He is always asking me if I had sex with a woman. I always get out of answering by asking him if he ever had sex with a woman.


Look at the AWESOME temperature guage on the oven! It reminds me of Gary Numan or The Buggles or something. So jealous. And such a neat crumble.


YUM. And by now, Alex T had come over to Max’s too so we all sat and ate crumble together like naughty school children telling naughty jokes.


Here is Max’s knicker drawer. No he isn’t at all anal.

And check this garden out that Max made. It used to be just rocks and weeds and nothing. It was just nothing and it is so beautiful now.

Someone who isn’t quite like Max in some ways [totally anal] but quite like Max in other ways [I think she only fancies men] is my mate Sara Manara who if I was a big licker I would fancy her because she is a good cook and likes good music. Oh – yeah I know she is with Bok Bok so no dis bruv, but your girlf is a babe. And as you know, I’m only interested in guys anyway [I'll tell the rest of my gossipy stories later! LOL and I promise I will keep your secret forever...] I was over at Bok Bok and Manara’s house the other night and Manara cooked a BANGING dinner for us all. SO DELICIOUS.


And I gotta tell you, Manara’s Pav was almost authentic Australian [we would probably only have raspberries OR strawberries with passionfruit and banana.] It was so awesome. I could have eaten the whole thing to myself.

Mum is sending over some old tea cups and saucers from home that I am really looking forward to receiving in the post. I am planning to have a tea party. I only have two cups right now and one teapot. And it isn’t big enough.

xx Lektrogirl

February 25, 2008

ROMANTIC BANQUET

I own the most fabulous cook book that I bought in Belgium once at a second hand shop. It was like 50 euro cents. If I had a suitcase empty enough I would have bought the whole set. In the book the food has the worst pictures ever! Totally incredible. Bok Bok said it was like looking at 70’s porn with hairy muff through spaghetti bolognaise and it was making him feel sick.

You might have noticed that I have been posting a lot of old scans and pictures lately. I remembered that my old old lektrogirl.com website still sits online and all the pictures and stuff are still there. Over the course of the following weeks, I will be reposting a lot of things here on my blog.

Oh god – that Gucci by Gucci ad just came on TV – the one that is all gold and swirly with girls dancing.

xx Lektrogirl

I’M TOO GOOD

The other night when Cardinal, Covvo and A Beer came over I cooked them all dinner. The dish you see above was for starters and here is the recipe. There are two reasons why I can recommend mussels as an option for dinner. 1] They are cheap – 3.99 a kilo and 2] They are super easy to cook.

MUSSELS WITH BASIL AND LEMON GRASS

1kg black mussels
1 tbs peanut [or whatever] oil
1 medium brown onion [150g of whatever onion you have] chopped finely
2 cloves of garlic, crushed
10cm stick [20g] fresh lemon grass sliced thinly
1 small fresh red chilli sliced finely
1 cup [125ml] dry white wine [that is one of those little bottles at the supermarket]
2 tbs lime juice
2 tbs fish sauce
1/2 cup loosely packed thai basil leaves [get them in China Town for 1.60 a bunch]
1/2 cup coconut milk [125ml - a half sized can or tip all a 400ml can in like I did]
another small fresh red chilli sliced finely
2 green onions [spring onions or salad onions] sliced thinly

1] Throw the mussels into the sink to give them a shock so that they all close. When you buy them they will be alive and should open and close. Scrub mussels under cold water and remove beards [the hairy parts hanging out the closed shells.]

2] Ditch any mussels that have not closed at all after you have run cold water on them or have cracked shells. They are no good.

3] Heat the oil in a wok or big frypan [or whatever you have got - you need a lid for it big enough that is all.] Stir fry the brown onion, garlic, lemon grass and chopped chilli till it becomes soft and is fragrant. It is better to do this over a pretty low heat so the onion doesn’t brown, but as it is known in the business ’sweats’.

4] Add wine, juice and sauce and bring to the boil [turn up the heat a bit!] Add the mussels and turn the heat down again. Simmer the mussels in the pan with the lid on until the mussels open. The majority of mussels should open after about 5-7 minutes.

5] While you are waiting for 5-7 minutes to pass, shred half the basil leaves with your fingers.

6] Add the shredded leaved and coconut milk to the pan and stirfry until heated through. Fish out any mussels that aren’t open, throw them away – they are no good.

7] Serve the mussels into a bowl for each person. 1 kg is enough for 3 or four people as a starter or as a main dish enough for 2. Sprinkle with slicked chilli, green onion and remaining basil leaves.

Let me know how you get on!

xx Lektrogirl

February 12, 2008

Episode #1 Coolio Caprese Salad

OH SHIT I THOUGHT THIS WAS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!!

So while we are in a cooking hype, check out Episode 1 of cooking with Coolio.

That looks better than your momma’s titties.

xx Lektrogirl

January 18, 2008

WE KEEP EATING

So, if you have a healthy Flickr Food appetite may I remind you about my Flickr group WE ATE IT. Abbie thought it was going to be some group about poo sex when I sent the invitations. I am glad she finally joined cause she has added some great food pics. Plus she is moving to Berlin soon – imagine all the sausage pictures she will be able to add. Man I’m gonna miss her! Anyway, check this out all the way from Williamsburg


Ina Featherbed’s AMAZING picture from Pies and Thighs.


And this picture of Ina Featherbed’s reminds me of Manara for some reason.


And this beautiful sandwich from Spain.

Did anyone see that really weird show of Jamie Oliver’s the other night where he had that doctor who cuts people up on it to show how a 25 stone body looks vs a 12 stone body and then Jamie did all these weird pseudo scientific “experiments” and demonstrations in the studio with “members of the British public” like tipping fat on them or cooking a piece of goose liver for fois gras to show how much fat is in it while dressed in a black suit and wearing brown shoes. Pukka mate. I think that skinny witch Gillian McKeith was far better at grossing people out about the content of the food they ate – remember the hotdog pig snout thing with the whiskers? – or OMG remember the episode where “Dr” Gillian did line dancing?

xx Lektrogirl

October 17, 2007

BIG UP ME

Prancehall called me his “friend Emma” on his blog – times are changing it seems. He post my blog about Ruff Sqwad fashions on his blog adding his own comments along the way. He even corrected my typos which was very generous but fucked up KathArine Hamnett totally wrong.

Tonight I am going to go round to Sarah Lee’s house with my Lady Gang [Pippa & Jasmine etc] and we are making a video. It is going to be a cooking show themed one. The first night I even met Zazie [the one who just got the job on E4 from the Coconut Twins] we spoke briefly about how we both played cooking show when we were little. My sister and I had the idea set up at Mum’s – the kitchen table was directly under a perfectly square window looking out onto the back garden. But our window was actually the TV camera. We had this walk in pantry and everything. Really cool. Except for when I got older – cause the pantry wall ajoined my bedroom wall and on the weekend when I was lying in bed trying to recover from too much Midori and Lemonade [my best friend was a hairdresser - the other drink we had was Kahlua and Milk] and VB’s when we ran out of money, my mother would be in the kitchen and be putting pots and pans away banging the wall like a crazy lady and turning on 7ZR radio so the whole house was listening to fucking Macca on a Sunday Morning.

I’m sure the fact that there is a beer in Australia called VB [Victoria Bitter] is the reason why Victora Beckham changed the name of her label from VB to DVB.

xx Lektrogirl

June 15, 2007

One Mojito too many…

So tonight was kind of warm but rainy. I sat just off Brick Lane with Roxy from work after a pretty full on day – after being a wee bit hung over from the night before. Well the think that totally spun me out the most was I just turned my head from double fisting the PC’s [one for internet and Excel and the other for Sage] only to say Katharine Hamnett standing in the middle of the studio in her gruds. She got all shy, but I was totally glued and could only say to her “Typical Katharine!!” Later she told me that she didn’t like her body at all. She is getting a free bus pass this year. You should see her in the studio in just her underwear. She is amazing!! Then later she told me she wanted to get rid of her stomach and she said she felt really big and that she wanted to go swimming but she needed someone to go with her – looking straight at me. Thing is I’m a total leisure slut and the only excercise I do is getting out of my chair to get a halfie halfie or a double peanut butter from the caf**. The only time I freak out about how I look is when I go shopping and I see my thighs in the mirror at H&M – their mirrors are really aweful. I of course for the most part am amazing. The problem is with the mirrors.

So there I was totally drunk already sitting off Brick Lane – and I must have been pissed cause I was scrolling through my phone thinking…. “Ben… Who is Ben? I don’t know any Ben’s… I’ll just call and find out.” So I ended up inadvertantly calling Spanish Ramiro [That's Hot] who was on holiday riding his bike around Tuscon in America then Asbo D who sounded really stressed out and I got all maternal feeling and worried. He told me Faggatronix were playing at Catch – the worst bar in Shoreditch – but I wanted to go and see Sara and Bok Bok again because I think they are really funny and amazing. Sara told me an incredible story that involved street sweepers, garbage trucks, speaking Russian and a bag of flyers and a dress and something about a film where a man gets stabbed anyway. Bok Bok told me that the first album he ever bought was by Korn. RESPEKT! <---SOOOOO Awesome. [He probably meant CD tho' of course.] My first record was a 12" by L.L. Cool J.

Okay so whatev’s
** a halfie halfie is my special name for an OJ: half OJ and half water. My mother was really cheap and we weren’t allowed to drink the OJ neat. It was always pissy watery. But now Hammed maked it just like I like it.
And a double peanut butter is 2 pieces of wholemeal with peanut butter. Durrrr.

Im tired now. Night night

xx Lektrogirl

April 15, 2007

Big Tummy

OMG – Teki Latex Danse La Poutine!

1: Trempe les frites dans l’huile
2: Fais les cuire, c’est facile
3: Ajoute la sauce et le fromage squish squish, dans ton estomac des sensations magnifiques

Wow – that video doesn’t go for long enough!! So let’s talk about Missouri Sound Machine which if you checked out my MySpace page you would have heard their music on my profile for like ages now. Today I found by accident a long “live” mix from MSM. If you ignore the parts that are American jokes about old soft rock and stuff then it is pretty good! Listen.

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