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roast turkey

18 Dec

london 8.24C 7.8C fog sunday 2016
yesterday I halved the turkey and simon roasted one half.

the oven did not work at low temperatures, so he put it to full blast and it barely got to 200C. even then, by having a halved turkey reduced the cooking time a lot.

simon is really quite good at roasting. he said he had a lot of practise. it was quite delicious , the turkey meat just right, and the roast veg perfect. i enjoyed eating it. esp when i did not have to do a thing haha

afterwards simon said he had ordered a new oven online. cost £250. and they will deliver the next day… that is today sunday. i must say those online companies have really got their act together. imagine next day delivery!! and so near christmas time too. no wonder people prefer to buy online.
anyway he added £15 so they will take the old oven away. that one is really on its last leg, the stove top has only one ring working. i was reluctant to replace it as i allready bought an induction stove and i like that.

and when simon first suggested getting a new oven, i said i would prefer a halogen oven. we had one before and it was so useful, and cooks things using less electricity. though their small size does mean u cannot roast too many veg in them if u cook a bird, and a whole turkey will definitely be too big for it.
but anyway simon preferred a traditional electric oven.

then he decided to clean the area round it, in preparation for the new oven. and he said one thing led to another, and he ended up cleaning the whole kitchen. haha. so now the kitchen is very clean of grease. quite a nice change actually.

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you know if being married makes simon clean up the kitchen, whereas in the past i am the one who always do it, i am all for married life. why no one told me of it, i would have got married sooner. haha. 

whilst he was cleaning the kitchen, i was out meeting up with a friend in soho. he called and asked to meet as he was feeling a bit depressed. i had just woken up actually, but fortunately he had some way to travel, he was going to take his car, and so arranged to meet one and half hour later.

it took me about 15minutes to get there by bus, and even then he was late. he said traffic just stood still near marble arch. i dont mind, as it was a chance to look at people in old compton st. it used to be very gay, but i am not sure all the crowd there are gay now. whilst i was standing at a corner, a man approached me and whispered, ‘girls, boys , want sex? dont want sex?’. haha. i have never been approached by a pimp in all the years i have been cruising in that street. i find it quite amusing.

is it a sign that the place is not as gay as it used to be? i know soho has historically been a red light district, and that is associated with straight prostitution, but never have i really brushed up with it in all the years of cruising it in the past. u see discreet signs beside the doorways leading upstairs, and that is all u notice of the brothels , so they dont really impinge on us gay guys walking about the street. but here is a pimp working his usual way… ! how times have changed!

and then there are the beggars. a young man approached us and asked for change, my friend took out some coins and gave him a 50p, and he asked for more. my friend said i control how much i spend. you are a nice man, just accept it. later a man with an accordion walked across to us, and started to play. my friend ask for some requests, and he played it, and it was only a short piece, and he expect to be tipped . my friend gave him a £ coin. 

it must be quite lucrative this busking, and beggaring. i was coming back in the bus and saw a man, carrying bags, who leapt out of the bus when it was open at a bus stop and picked up a cigarette on the pavement and leapt back in again before the door closed. i saw him sitting across the aisle from me, pulling out fistful of coins, quite a lot of £ coins which he transfered to his pocket, and then later a lot of silver coins. i was wondering whether he had been begging and this is his haul. quite a good haul for a night’s work. i was thinking so this is how they manage to survive. on the pickings and leavings of the crowds who come to the westend. good luck to them i say. 

are there people like my friend, who said he gets money from his flats that he lets , and his spareroom that he lets. he hardly have to work at it, so he said he dont mind giving some of it away.

hmm, my friend is 71yrs old and looking for companionship. at the moment he is trying to persuade a young 30 yr old bulgarian to live with him. rent free, but the price is to have him impose conditions by being his boyfriend.  the price is too high, the boy is not willing to submit to it and so far has resisted moving in.

i asked him what if he wants to have sex with others? there was a time in the past when i had this conversation with him and he had been adamant he will not allow it. but tonight  i hear him say he will allow it. just not to bring anyone back. does it mean he wont have sex with him anymore? because i know he is very afraid of getting std. (sexually transmitted disease). he said yes. but ,i said, what is the point of it then. he said he loves him.

i can see it is his attitude that is preventing anyone from being with him.

i remember i was pursued like this when i migrated to australia. this was long ago. this guy was really smitten by me, i dont know why, because i did not even know he existed, until he came onto me.  he was asking me to be his boyfriend and was generous. but it just was not on. partly because i have allready made up my mind not to stay in australia but to return to london.  he was puzzled like anything why i did not jump at it. he got a lovely flat on the top floor of a block overlooking the sydney opera house, across the water from it. it has such a lovely view of the coathanger bridge on one side, and the sydney opera house right in front across the bay.)

i did say to my friend the guy is only 30. he is young still. and i cited as an example myself.   if i meet such a millionaire now… that i am older and seen the world enough allready i might take up his offer. haha. after all , it is a nice life to have a suger daddy. (though on second thoughts maybe not even that. i like my freedom and that is quite difficult to give up).  but of course youth is a precious commodity, and once u are old, that is gone so no one will come begging to be your suger daddy. such is life. isn’t it? when u have youth u never appreciate it, and spurns all offers. then u get old. 

that is why i think my friend is so wanting human interactions… even beggars are better than nothing. he says he is so lonely.

i dont really understand why he wants these human interactions so much. maybe it is that i do get some interactions with people so dont feel that intense desire for more. or maybe i am just a hermit at heart and can stand only  a limited interaction with my fellow humans. and that is as much as i can take of my fellow humans. whereas he is someone who likes a lot of it, and of a certain kind, a serviceable kind of relationship. i just have a thought, maybe that is why there are some rich people who loves to engage with waiters and waitresses, and who eat out a lot just so they can interact with them. the feeling of being pampered and catered to and obeyed. and that is a feeling anyone who eats at a restaurant gets, doesn’t it? but perhaps i am mistaken, and there are more subtle reasonings as to why people crave human interactions. 

chitchatting

29 Apr

london 2.11pm wednesday 2015.

i just feel like chitchatting, so just consider all this as just me making like i am in a kopitiam yakking over a teh tarik.

john, my friend from poole, has gone back now.

on the day he left i brought his one way ticket for another journey to london for the naked bike ride in june.

because we book as soon as it opens, we were able to get the £1 train ticket. plus 50p booking fee it cost him only £1.50 for a 2hr journey by train from bournemouth to london. it is really very cheap, which makes me wonder why i dont go to bournemouth more often, but i dont.

this is really strange because i can stay with john for free too. but i just dont fancy travelling. i like pottering around my neighbourhood and doing routine things. i wonder if it is a sign of going old? it might well be, i find as i go older i dislike altering my routine. all those advise to do a new thing, experience a new thing, and get out of a rut, etc, i find just thinking about it makes me tired. haha. i like doing nothing and just pottering around and having my life on a even keel. from looking at my friends, whenever anything exciting happens to them , it is being robbed, or having a bad health scare, or something bad. so no thanks to me nothing happening is good. haha.

 and he wrote in an email telling me his train from waterloo was delayed 90 mins because of ‘a body on the line’. that means someone committed suicide. its sad that people feel their life not worth living to take it away. and just recently i read the victoria line was delayed because of ‘a body on the line’.

my life is very easy going, and i was thinking in a world not so wired up with news available 24hrs, i wont hear of death so much. but nowadays i do hear of a lot of deaths of other people. it is hard not to be a bit depressed on hearing of it. so i harden my heart and block all that out. call me unfeeling but i really cannot bear hearing all this news of deaths of strangers.

i wonder if that is the reason why depression is so prevalent these days. though i can well believe depression has nothing to do with your circumstances, as this news i read of a woman who won the lottery in 2003, committing suicide recently using the train. so even with all that money she still got depressed and killed herself.  i wonder if it is the same body on the line that john told me about that delayed his train. could it be her? all in all, it is depressing. 

i did not intend to write about all that above when i started my rambling talk. but it sure is difficult to get away from it. lets talk of other things that is happier.

john told me his landlord bought him a new oven, to replace the old one that kaput. that is one good thing about renting, though it would depand on how good your landlord is. i think john’s landlord is very good. his rent is only about £400 a month for a 1bedroom flat. i guess it just shows how everything is so cheap outside london. london is really a cocoon of high prices for everything. which sounds so depressing again… 

but lets get back to john’s good fortune in getting a new oven. it costs £400, which seems to me rather a lot to pay. but nevermind, the landlord is the one paying it. john gave me a link to show what kind of oven it is. 

a belling oven 

his oven looks nothing like the link he gave me. he sent me pictures of it.

john's oven

it has hot plate hobs. quite easy to use actually.

it has a ceramic hob. it means it is easy to clean, but i would find it rather strange to use, as i am so familiar with the rings. ah well, i am sure john will get used to it.

added 3.35pm. i got a new message in my email with a invitation to the 

A place in the sun exhibition.
London Olympia 8th – 10th May 2015

i have seen the tv program of course, and enjoy it even though i have no intentions of buying property in other countries. i wonder how they got my email, but whatever the reason, i applied for an invitation ticket. after all if it is free it might be interesting to see what it is all about.