Saturday, June 22, 2013

Failure, Glorious Failure

If there's one thing I learned from ol' Stuie, it's the absolute ok-ness of accepting, acknowledging and even embracing ones failings as a human being, even while working to overcome them.

It's ok. Everyone is messed up. No biggie.

For example, I've just started the post-semester cleaning mission and realised, yet again, that I'm kind of deficient at maintaining household organisation.  My offices are pedantically neat and orderly, but in the living areas, stuff tends to pile up.

My kitchen table is still covered in work and study stuff and there is usually a wet cat on the clean, warm-from-the-dryer washing.

In theory, I could be moved.  I guess you just need to ask yourself how much you value your hand.
It's not entirely my fault.  The kitch is being pulled apart right now because the council sent a nice letter telling me that the fire is 15 years old and no longer legal. The logical thing is to install a wetback at the same time as replacing the fire with a more planet friendly one.

This requires removing walls and finding alternate places to stash the sheets and so on (see first pic).

So, there's that.  I'll never be a satisfactory housewife.  *shrugs* I'm sure there are worse things. :D

Also, for the second time, today I failed at coconut whipped cream. Other bloggers make this look easy, so please head over to Angela's tutorial to see how this 'should' go.

To set the tone, I started by opening the wrong end of the can.

Then the right end.  I scooped the still solid coconut cream into the processor, then spent 20 minutes emptying the kitchen cupboards looking for the beater attachments.

Which, as it turns out, were not up to the job.

Should have let the coconut cream warm up a bit first? Impatience only leads to breaking things.

I dove back into the alternate universe of my under-bench spaces and eventually located old faithful.

This beater is at least as old as me. It's viciously quaint and lacks modern devices like an automatic kill switch. A few years ago I was holding the beater part in my hand while fiddling with the buttons in a 'hmmm, I wonder what this switch does?' manner.


That would have been quite funny if it hadn't stung so badly and left me with fat fingers for a week.

Even under the onslaught of old faithful, my coconut cream never got further than this sad mess:

I'm doing something wrong.  Can someone enlighten me? Vegan readers, I'm sure you know the magic trick that makes it work. Save me, please.

I hope your weekend is going fabulously.  Here it's grey and rainy but the office is warm and I'm browsing flight prices.... ;)  I predict some adventure in my near future.


  1. I just figure that a hopelessly messy house is evidence that you're completely brilliant at everything else in life. That's my excuse anyway.

    Flights? Visit MEEEEEE!

    1. Definitely on the cards, but probably heading to Europe first. There's a thing I want to attend.

    2. Oh, well OK... I guess a "thing" is a good excuse for passing me over. ;)

      We're off to Europe next year - hopefully. I shall pick your brain for all your best sightseeing and survival tips. :)

  2. Rosslyn1:00 pm

    You have to use a full fat coconut MILK not coconut cream. I've tried both and the cream does not work, it's too solid.

    1. You do??? I will try this, and keep you posted how it goes.

  3. Hi Sara! Great to catch up with your blog! Lol on the coconut cream! And I agree, when life is madly busy, - ie studying, working, training, cooking,'s an effort to keep on top of housework! Mum tells me otherwise, I tried to be real house proud when I moved back to NZ.....even ironing sheets and teatowels and having them perfectly arranged in cupboard as one extreme! But other priorities have seemed to take place, poor sheets and teatowels seem to be folded and rolled up and put away, no ironing lol! BTW love all your other blog posts of recent, love your photos, choc coconut icecream, the fact you got to meet and cook with Jo Seagar, (and dare I say look tiny beside her)! You are skilled with your camera. Go you, and I hope to get up to Christchurch soon and give you a visit! :-)

    1. Yes, you must. I know, my mother seems to make having a clean house look easy. I have a friend that said to me once 'it's not that you don't have time to clean up, it's just that you don't WANT to'. You can probably imagine my face...

  4. You're just braver than the rest of us. A woman at work has a pact with her partner not to leave anything in the living room - these people can't be human!

    1. The living room is beyond help and there are reasons why I did not photograph it. ;) Bwahah.


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