July 21, 2012

How To Cook Underwhelming Food

If you find yourself with a limited budget (perhaps after a splurge on some imported beers) and suddenly hungry, there are a few recipes - sort of - you can use to feed yourself. If you are lazy, this may be especially helpful.
3 Pork Cutlets

  1. Find leftover rice in your refridgerator. Note to yourself it's there; forget in 15 minutes.
  2. Take out pork cutlets (mine have been in the fridge, bottom shelf where it's sufficiently cold, for 2 days by this point) and give them a rinse to freshen them up. Then lay them out on a cutting board, or wherever.
  3. Break an egg into a small bowl, whisk lightly; you can use a fork, because a washing a whisk afterwards is a pain. 
  4. Add salt (I only have sea salt, but you may have more varieties), red and black pepper, thyme and a shake of basil (I say shake, because I assume if you're reading this you don't like cooking enough to have a bouquet of fresh basil leaves in a small jar on your kitchen counter). Mix until all ingredients look like a view through a kaleidoscope.
  5. Take out extra seasoning - I use more of the basil and garlic powder (because can't be bothered to peel cloves of garlic), you will use it to season the cutlets before they hit the pan.
  6. Take a few tablespoons of flour and spread them out on a big plate. The plate should have elevated edges if you're clumsy.
  7. Take cutlet # 1 and dip it into the egg yolk. At this point you should remember that you need to fry this on a surface, so obtain a surface, preferably nonstick and warm it up.
  8. Back to cutlet # 1: Jiggle it around in the yolk, then move to the flour and put face down on the plate, first on one side and then on the other.
  9. Note that your cooking surface is getting very hot. Pour olive oil, potentially too much. Have paper towel on hand to absorb the excess. Lower the heat to um, low.
  10. Quickly move cutlet # 1 from the flour to the pan (let's call the frying surface that, it's a 3-letter word: easy). Now glance back to the operating table and see you have forgotten to add the extra seasoning. Normally I'd let it go, but it may just be worthwhile adding the garlic powder. Sprinkle basil and garlic powder on top of cutlet # 1 already in pan. Sprinkle only on the side facing up, as flipping it yet would be too messy. 
  11. Repeat steps 7, 8 an 10 with cutlet # 2 and cutlet # 3 (don't get a new hot surface for every cutlet) with one adjustment. Now that the pan is on the stove, you are less distracted and can remember to sprinkle cutlets with garlic and basil at some point after they have been dipped in yolk and before they land in the pan. 
  12. If you have any leftover veggies in your fridge that will soon go bad, now is the time to take them out. In my case it was celery. 
  13. Wash them, dice them, and thrown 'em into the pan. If it's a non-stick pan, you may forget to stir, which is fine - people like us are the reason they make them.
  14. After about 7 minutes, peek at the bottoms of the cutlets. Cutlet # 1 should be a dark golden color down there. Flip it. Even though cutlet # 2 and cutlet # 3 are more raw, flip them also, because the pan was hotter by the time they were added... and otherwise, I might just forget.
  15. Repeat step 14. Then repeat step 15 with decreasing time intervals over the course of 12 minutes. 
  16. Turn off the gas (I have a gas stove) and let the food absorb the remaining heat in the pan. Then after a few minutes, serve. 



June 05, 2012

Benedict Cumberbatch - is he the Alan Rickman of our generation?

With a name slightly less ordinary, he is hard to pin down and impossible to forget. An intellectual rambler, a hipster with classical British undertones, a peculiar face - neither handsome nor harrowing - that is beguiling in its oddity... He is well on his way to becoming the nerdy girl's celebrity crush and an actor whose film choice you trust so much, you could watch a film he's in without first sampling the trailer (so please, Mr. Cumberbatch, don't do what Colin Firth did with What A Girl Wants). He can make you hate, love, pity or be mystified by his character by the second frame. He is not pretty or even handsome (I say it so because of the predominance of the former to the detriment of the latter in modern Hollywood productions); yet he is, beyond a doubt, very talented.

Like Mr. Rickman, he is a latecomer to the Hollywood mainstream, appearing in Star Trek and The Hobbit when already in his thirties. And like Mr. Rickman in his time, he will portray villains in both of these films, which will probably captivate their cult audiences. Do you remember the Sheriff of Nottingham? Mr. Rickman plays flawed beings, especially villainous ones, so masterfully that you find yourself anxiously wondering about their fate. I certainly felt this way when watching Starter for Ten and Atonement (albeit those initially made it on my movie list because of James McAvoy).

Then there is the unmistakeable physical appearance. The high cheekbones, the sharp profile, the blue eyes of a pensive predator... I would have also added his height, but that may be a poor judgement because his male costars (including James McAvoy and Martin Freeman in Sherlock) have been of less than moderate height. And then, of course, the VOICE. Alan Rickman's voice is unique. Every generation ought to have a hero (or an anti-hero) with a cavernous voice to adore, and among today's hulky stars none come to mind. No, it should be an imperfect, pale, enigmatic Englishman - in his roles great, but not always good - who, while avoiding the limelight, is always stealing the spotlight.




January 15, 2012

Mistakes are the Guiding Lights in the Lost Galaxy where My Ship sails

I guess I was supposed to keep up with this blog throughout my time abroad, the end of my studies, and my early professional life (i.e. first job). Here I am, 2 years later, sleep-deprived for no justifiable reason, completely disorganized, creatively confused and geopolitically doubtful... and I have ceased to write in this blog.
I suppose writing out my thoughts just did not seem appropriate when my thoughts were in a jumble coated with worry and insecurities; but now I have untangled a little bit of it all and am grasping at some solid strings. And one of them is that my poetry is a big part of my life, however mediocre or bad it may be. It is in Russian, and thus a testament to my cultural heritage and my perception of myself and my emotional output. I think a good way to begin the path to a proper life is by putting some of myself out in the open. Knowing no one will probably read this certainly helps a shy soul!
But here they are, a couple of poems from last year (around college graduation time, to be precise):

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Нам не всем суждено раскрыться

За назначеный юностью срок...

Ночь не терпит; она искрится,

Призывая всех нас забыться,

В сердце взращивая порок.

Тот, кто пишет, уже не узнает,

Как он прожил бы эти часы:

На пергаменте он гадает,

На салфетках он вычитает

Жизнь, выравнивая весы.

Мы пошутим, споём, станцуем

Пусть другие напишут о нас!

Мы не злимся, и зря не тоскуем;

На прощание юность целуем

Горячо, как в последний раз.

Нам не раз предстоит столкнуться,

И мы вряд ли прощаемся тут.

Но те ночи уже не вернутся,

И те чувства уже не очнутся,

Даже если их позовут.

April 2011


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Здесь начерчена тропа

Чем-то белым, чьим-то мелом;

И исчерпана строка –

Не находчиво, но смело!

Здесь затихла в сердце боль:

Умерла, где и родилась!

Каждый шаг, как новый ноль,

И в нём прошлое топилось.

Спят здесь старые мечты

На перине ожиданий;

Падают на них цветы

После ветра повеваний.

И друзья пивных затей

Бродят призраками в тенях

Среди греческих идей

И химических творений.

Здесь всё в прошлом, даже мы –

Лишь страница альманаха.

Разлохмачены холмы,

Как зелёная альпака!

Там пройтись в последний раз

Просят сбившиеся ноги...

Ради утешенья глаз

И протоптаны дороги.

Всем по ним в какой-то путь:

Плакать, радоваться, верить,

Жаждать, думать, видеть суть,

Жить, и жизнь свою не мерять!

April 2011