Phew, today has been quite legendary. Let me start from the beginning, I've been sick since Saturday evening, that's four days of suffering from an unidentified complaint. Perhaps I ate some gluten, perhaps it was a normal bug that manifested itself in a strange way or perhaps it was just my body telling me to stop. It does that sometimes.

So, I've been ill but I'm in that recovering state that is half sick, half well and all together weak and tired. Add onto that two frantic hours on my feet doing the little sisters makeup, hair and jewelery. This had to be done in a hurry, so I missed the usual lunch time.
I sent them off soon after 1pm, they looked very pretty and I was very proud of myself. Now for lunch.

Nothing was in the fridge and I didn't want to defrost rice. If you are ever in the position I was in, I fully recommend making yourself, as I did, an amazing lunch. What I wanted was something fast because I was so hungry but also something that screamed up from the plate "eat me! I'm delicious!"

So I set out to make a frittata. No one else was around so I turned on some sweet Frank Sinatra. To fully appreciate what it felt like, run around the block several times and do thirty pushups. Then open this link and listen to Frankie sing "I get a kick out of you" while you read the rest of this post. Now you have the sweet music and are exhausted just like me.

Here is the recipe for the easiest and yummiest frittata ever.

Fry up half an onion, chopped fresh tomatoes and bacon in a small [omelette] fry pan like so:



When it's looking nice and cooked whisk together about a tablespoon of milk and one or two eggs.


Pour it into the frypan, covering all the good fried up stuff with that funny looking yellow and white goo. Give it a tiny little stir to ensure there are no air pockets.



Put a lid on and cook like that for about five minutes or until the top looks cooked.


Then put some cheese on top. If you are like me and your frying pan has a plastic handle you'll have to gently slide the frittata onto an ovenproof plate. If you have a blow torch it would come in handy, but alas Dad probably wouldn't let me use it inside so in the oven the food goes. Shove the plate into a pre-heated oven to grill and brown the top up. I use an ancient little toaster oven that also gets boiling hot on the outside. When my frittata was all brown on top, I reached over to turn it off and pull the plug. My arm brushed against the metal lid, now the spot that hit the metal is all red, sore and swollen underneath the wet facecloth that is tied, bandage style around the affected area. Let that be a lesson to you, don't put food first before tending to a burn!



Yay! It's done and is absolutely delicious. It'll serve one greedy Theresa or alternatively two people with a salad on the side. Feel healthy.
Hungry yet?

I had the urge to blog about this lunch partly because I've been sick and have been eating who knows what during this past week. Making this is a sign that I'm getting better, hurrah!

A fellow blogger did this on her blog and I was inspired. Why not make my own list?

Read on to find out about my 10 favourite heroes of literature [the fictional ones, not the authors. The winner of that contest would be Shakespeare.]
Oh, and I'm not talking about which characters I might have [or had] crushes on, it's not about that... no, not really.
Listed in no particular order because tomorrow I'll likely feel different about one or two of them. I know, I'm changeable.

1. Ivanhoe. He is a knight, therefore he is awesome. Words like chivalry come to mind. He is the main character in Sir Walter Scott's 'Ivanhoe'.

2. Mr John Thornton. Yup, the guy from North and South. I liked him in the book before I saw the film, however the film one was almost pure awesomeness too. [swoon warning: Bright blue eyes and northern english accent.- nuff said.]

3. Henry Tilney. From Northanger Abbey, his character is such a breath of fresh, amusing air that he has become the object of adoration from many females around the world. I don't adore him but I'm a fan. Read the sequence about the ball when he meets Catherine Morland. If you have already read it you'll know what I mean when I say: "Muslin".

4. Fred Vincey. A more obscure character because he is from Middlemarch which is truly a monster of a novel. But, plow through George Eliot's slightly boring scenes and you'll encounter a very sweet guy called Fred. Ok, he is a bit lame sometimes and slightly helpless on the money front. But he is on my list.

5. Hamlet. Tragic, complex, deranged. Not exactly the kind of guy I'd like to meet in real life but on the page [or stage] he just shines out. He doesn't treat poor Ophelia very well, but hey, he is fiction. I'm trying to find another word that means awesome. Fantastic? Really great? Nope. Awesome it is.


6. Mr Darcy. I can't write a list like this without including him somewhere. His character is interesting and whenever I read the book or watch one of the films; he is just pure awesomeness although a bit too moody and unreal to be in the top five heroes to come to mind.

7. Prince Rillian. I haven't read the Silver Chair in ages and can't remember it in detail. All I know is that I'm a Rillian fan. Guy trapped in a huge chair screaming his head off in agony? Yea-uh! [Can't wait till the film!]

8. Aragorn. The one in the book [Lord of the Rings].

9. Roger Hamley. I didn't much like the book as a whole, but I liked Roger becuase he was so very frustrating[what a paradox]. When you read it [as a girl] you look through the eyes of Molly and become, for the period of reading the book, almost enfatuated with poor Roger. Why doesn't he do what you know he should?! I won't spoil it for those sad readers who haven't seen or read it yet. But if you have you know what I mean. - Roger, get a grip! I like you!



10. Oh I don't know! For the first time in ages I'm at a loss. I have no idea who would be awesome enough to fill this spot. Suggest someone for me!

I was about to put in Almanzo Wilder [Laura Ingalls books], but he isn't fiction. Then Mr Bennet, but he is old and not a hero. Then I thought to include Captian Fredrick Wentworth [Persuasion], but he doesn't really have a character at all. His role is just to be watched and adored. It fascinates me that he would have made my list if I hadn't realized that he doesn't have a character!

Ok, I'm at a loss. Tell me who should finish off the list!
"Who would be right for her? William Cox?... too pert?" - Emma. [Gwenith Paltrow's version.. haha.]
And by the way, who are your favs? Would you have included Hamlet - or am I weird...

Have you ever been waiting for something to finally come true and that waiting time feels like forever?

I get that quite often. I have to wait while my lunch cooks, wait for Christmas, for summer so I can wear sleeveless, for winter so I can wear boots and scarves, for my assignments to come back with a good mark, for studylink to sort out my student allowance and I have to wait for the the district health board to get a move on and send me that letter telling me when my biopsy is.

But there is one thing that I can stop waiting for because it has finally come. My big brother got married so therefore moved out. Hurrah, a spare bedroom! Ooh, and a little brother moving into that bedroom. Therefore he gets the spare bed from my room [giving him the guest room... mwahaha] and I now have a small enough amount of furniture to fit into the sunny bedroom. Yay!

On Saturday we did 'the move.' I switched with my big brother who had previously occupied the coveted sunny bedroom. In the process of moving I discovered these things:

1) I have heaps less stuff than my brothers. That's one myth about girls busted.

2) I have heaps of little useless things which take ages to move.

3) my room, once vacated and empty was amazingly clean. It needed only a vacuum before the brother moved his gigantic mound of stuff in.

4) the sunny room, [whether it was a trick of the light or the fact that it has always been a boys room] was filthy when the walls were uncovered from their shroud of shelves and other junk. It took us three girls an hour and lots of elbow wax and chemicals to scrub the melted cheap blue tack and strangely distinct footprints off the walls. [I wish cleaning was as easy and cheerful as that girl on the right makes it look. Bah, I bet she never cleaned much in her life! - unless she is Cinderella in which case I forgive her way too sweet cheesy smile and pink ensemble.]

5) being in a relatively clean, sunny room with only one bed makes my room feel really nice. I like it. The question is though: where do I put my jumble of clothes and other half used junk when there is no spare bed to dump it on? What a wonderful question. Whenever I dump my stuff on the floor, thus making the room look untidy, I will sigh with relief. I only have one bed. Yay!

6) My room is my own. It's not the guest room anymore so I don't need to clean the room and move out at the drop of a hat for some random visitor that I don't know. What freedom! Hurrah!

So, is there anything you are waiting for? Oh, and have you ever had trouble with that great bureaucratic mound of evilness called studylink?

The Gluten Free Food and Allergy Show is coming to Christchurch!

Anyone else excited?

The first one they ever held in New Zealand was held in Auckland last year. It was such a great success that they have decided to hold it in Auckland and Christchurch this year.

I'll definitely be there!

Check out the website: www.glutenallergyshow.co.nz

[Thanks to my brother's workmate for telling my brother who told me.]