Author: reine

  • Living the radelaide

    So work has called me to Adelaide, to like, do things and stuff, including eat, cook and explore. Oh, and actually work.

    But during non work hours it turns out I really don’t have time to work on the story that will never end. Instead I’m constantly debating where and what to eat, which cafes to go to, and whether I can find enough food to cook up something and somehow save money.

    So my experiment has been living without “sugar” (have honey and agave syrup instead), making wholemeal spelt pancakes and messing with other things, such as undercooking fish πŸ™‚

    Here are some of the things I’ve done. I wish I had a nice picture of some food from a cafe called A Mothers Milk – they make some amazing baked eggs mmmmmmmmm but instead all I’ve got is a very bad shot from the outside:

     

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    Pourover is so zen!

  • Home Cupping + Zumbo

    Hallo!

    An interim post as I’m too lazy to actually put effort into making a blog about my Adelaide/Melbourne trip of caffeine.

    So in the meantime here is my attempt at home cupping without any instructions! Plus some obligatory Zumbo pictures πŸ™‚

    Basically I bought some Proud Mary Brazil CoE (can’t remember which) in Melbourne, roasted on 18/10 – that’s on the left. Then today I went to Reuben Hills and got some Kenya Nyeri, also roasted on 18/10 – that’s on the right. Since I have no idea how to cupping (yes), I made it up by putting 7g of each in roughly 175mL water.

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  • FTL: I won the game!

    So I’ve been playing this game called FTL: Faster Than Light and it’s very fun! Very frustrating and I totally hate it at times, but I like the fact that I can make a boat collection because I like collecting things.

    I finally won! Without even trying to beat the boss cause I was after the “collecting every system + subsystem” achievement. And also contrary to the screenshot I beated it on normal πŸ™‚ Now my entire body hurts from freaking out.

    I really need to buy a good grinder + scales + thermometer + aero/V60

  • Photoshop Takes Zero Skill

    Random post that I might move/delete/etc

    I love coffee.

    Plus my ability to utterly destroy things πŸ˜€

    Basically many years back in order to try and make my rough sketches look “good,” I decided that I would make fun of people who abused Photoshop with stuff like lens flare, and basically filter stuff until it was no longer recognisable… or anything near what it was. And I called it Photoshop Takes Zero Skill!

    The only rule is to run sketches through every filter possible!

  • There is no life after death, only death

    I love my dreams because they are awesome.

    Last last night I had a dream that I died found out what lies on the other side – another death! Muahahahahaha. I am amazing when it comes to not waking up when dying in a dream.

    Anyway, so the whole story was: I was just doing my own thing when one day this evil gang-thing started targeting me and trying to make me do their bidding. I refused to listen to them and continued to do my own thing, which made them angrier. So then they made threats against my friends and family, so I decided to go to my manager at work and let him know and he was all like, “don’t worry, we’ll protect you!” but I was very skeptical. In the end it didn’t work because the evil people laced food with cyanide and fed it to my friends.

    For some reason I decided that because of this I would also eat some cyanide ham, because if I died then they wouldn’t be able to bend me to their will. Or whatever. Then the evil people freaked out, telling me to stop eating it as it wasn’t part of the plan, but I refused. Eventually I started feeling terrible, with a sore throat and that’s when I knew I was dying. It was uncomfortable but then I got used to it and accepted my fate. Once I actually died, lo and behold, I was in some unknown location with some unknown person. I was very confused, so the person next to me explained that I was now dead, and that what now happens is that I get to “live out being dead” for another 4 years, but each of the year was the equivalent of 12 years… so technically I had 48 years before I would die again.

    So I wandered around a bit wasting time, when all of a sudden I get a text message asking me to go to work for an hour because there was a meeting I had to attend. But this was on my day off, so I’m not sure why it was so important for me to go. Plus I figured that I could just get an extra day of bereavement leave, since technically I qualified for it since I was grieving my own death. Totally.

    I think this dream was so much more interesting and action packed than the other dream I had back in August 2004 sometime when I was in a palace with red carpet and walls and golden pillars, and some guy in a white suit shot me with a really really shiny silver gun. That’s how I died, but then I floated away as a spirit and watched my body fall over. And then I ended up attending my own funeral because I was somehow still alive but mourning my death.

    Yes, I am in love with my brain.

    πŸ™‚

  • Skeletoooonnnnn

    I can feel my skeletooonnnnn

    Can you feel your skeletooonnnnnn

    Do you have a skeletooonnnnnnn

    Cause there is the skeletoooonnnnnnnn!

  • Hypercaffeination to the eyeballs

    And a side of narcissism.

    So I took some leave and spent it all on a somewhat pseudo but mostly fantastic coffee adventure crawly thing. I figured that since I love coffee so much, I’d take leave just to have as much as possible. And when people at work asked me what I was taking leave for, my answer was COFFEE.

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  • More coffee snobbery

    So I really really like coffee now and it appears I have come to love all sorts of coffee.

    Originally I just liked cappuccinos until one day I got too much foam in it. So then I switched to lattes and then things dieded. So then I went to flat whites and had a lot of that.

    I never figured I’d like espresso because I always found it too strong and bitter and overpowering and whatnot, but now I love that stuff because it’s a punch of flavour, and a good espresso is never bitter. It’s like all kinds of floral acidity smoothy buttery caramel-ly and toffee-y goodness.

    Turns out I also really like the filtered stuff, and I’ve also had a clover filtered coffee exactly twice. The other day I also had a chemex and wow, the liquid was so clear! I was very impressed and a filtered coffee is nice when I don’t want to be punched in Β the face.

    Also watching baristas make coffee is awesome.

    I was supposed to type other stuff but now I forgot. I am also going to be highly caffeinated this week as I am on holidays and am embarking on a coffee adventure of near overdose.

    Dismantling watches is fun.