Thursday, February 3, 2011

The lazy girls guide to a 15 minute dinner

This is one of my favourite quick dinners to throw together. It's super healthy, super fast and super tasty.

Teapot's Asian inspired omelette

Serves 2

4 eggs
splash of milk
1/2 red capsicum - sliced into length wise pieces
2 shallots - sliced length wise
handful of mint - shredded
2 tbls Kecap Manis
1 tbls BBQ sauce
1 duck breast
1/2 tsp olive oil















Crack two eggs into a jug and whisk. Add a splash of milk (or water for the lactose intolerant) and whisk again.

In a small bowl or jar add the sauces and mix to combine. Set aside.

Into a small frypan add 1/4 tsp of olive oil and let this heat up. Once the pan is hot, pour in the egg mixture. Let it cook on a medium heat until it's cooked almost all the way through. This takes about 2 minutes.

Once the egg is cooked slide it out of the pan and onto the plate. Layer the shallots, capsicum, mint and duck over half of the omelette. Gently fold the omelette over.















Spoon over the sauce, a little of the mint and voila! Super fast tasty dinner. Repeat all steps to make the second omelette.















This was made of of things I had lying around in the fridge. You can replace the duck with almost anything, chicken, left over roast, prawns etc. I usually have cucumber and carrot in mine but as it's the end of the week, there wasn't much fresh veg left in the fridge. I can thank my garden for the mint and shallots.















An empty plate is the best compliment any chef can have.

Peace, 
Teapot Lou

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Frankie........how I love thee


I thought I'd share an old love of mine today. Frankie, he's been in my life for about a year now and every two months I eagerly await his glossy pages to arrive at my door stop. That's right, I'm having a love affair with a magazine.

His gorgeous, recycled paper pages scream "look at me you young old lady, I'm filled with Australian op shop fashion, amazing photography, a whole page dedicated to beards and delicious candy recipes".

I've just read an article which was entitled 24hrs* where writer Anna Krien spends 24 hours being 'radically' honest. No editing the thought to mouth process, no sugar coating. Just saying it like it really is. Frankly I would find it a little terrifying.  Here's a snippet:

"Hey Kristen, you coming to my birthday party on Saturday night?" The text message came through my phone loud and clear. Thumb poised - I'm about to reply with the usual excuses (too much work, double booked, can't find a baby sitter for the kids I don't have) when I remember. I've committed myself to 24 hours of radical honesty. "Nah, I can't be bothered I type back, and then for an extra 'radical' honesty's sake I add: 'I mean it's just your birthday, you'll have another one next year. No big deal". When I finally hear back from her, it's a simple message. "You're fucked."

I adore the little gems that adorn the magazine pages with sparkling wit and humour. It's refreshing in todays age of airbrushing every damn image, making women seem like these impossibly perfect goddesses, with perfect bodies, hair, teeth and no personality or anything worth while to say.

I flick over a couple of pages and there are amazing photos of men with the most incredible beards and moustaches I've ever seen. A few more pages and voila, vintage Christmas decorations. A few more and bang, two whole pages dedicated to ice-cream flavours. Be still my beating heart.

All of this pleasure entwined with funny, heartfelt, honest and insightful interviews and stories. Frankie, frankly I applaud you and all of your creators for bringing in a magazine dedicated to all those indie, pop, young old ladies (and lads), bravo.

Frankie, if you were a man and I wasn't married, I'd marry you.

Peace,
Teapot Lou

Oh, BTW, all this pleasure is purchased for a mere $8.95. Bargain basement

http://www.frankie.com.au/

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Ground control, prepare for lift off

So after months of whining to my husband that I should start blog dedicated to all things 'young old lady', here it is.

What is a young old lady I hear you ask? Well you've come to the right place. She's that girl who is a little fond of her grandmothers tea cosy, thinks mens shirts made into lovely summer dresses are gorgeous and doesn't mind cooking dinner for herself/friends/family. It's an appreciation of old school values wrapped up in brown paper and tied with pretty ribbons. It's that gorgeous pair of vintage boots you find in a thrift shop, that slutty red lipstick teamed up with a darling flowing dress, the piggy
money- box and that oh so cute apron you wear in your kitchen. It's a little kitsch, a little vintage and a lot modern.

I don't pretend to be fabulous all the time, it's far to exhausting. It's ok to chip a nail and get your hands dirty. Muss up your hair and walk around the house in your boyfriends (or girlfriends) t-shirt and wear your nanna pants.

The joy of being a young old lady is knowing when to let it all hang out. Ask your Nanna, I bet her hair isn't perfect all the time.

There is no perfect idea in my mind of what this blog will contain. I do know there will be lots of food and wine.....mmmmm wine. I'm going learn how to operate my sewing machine so be prepared for plenty of disasters but at least it will show you how not to do things. I'm learning how to take care of a garden & be more sustainable so there will be a little bit of that. I dare say there will be a rant or two about caterpillars and possums that get into the garden but hey, it's all part of it.  Potentially there will be the occasional bitch about something that annoys me and a dash or two of swearing. Liberates the spirit swearing does. Mum if you are reading this just shut your eyes when you can feel a naughty word coming on.

So thats it for now.  I should get busy & take photos of my enormous tomato plant ( the packet didn't say it would grow so big & take over my entire garden) and things that I cook.

Until then,

peace,
Teapot Lou
xxx

P.S  I don't mind if you are reading this in your underpants. It's likely I'm writing it in mine.