I hadn't slept in a few days (bar a few hours here and there) so I had to take a day off work yesterday. I was basically carrying around the typical flu symptoms along with a severe case of zombie, and for some reason random nose bleeds, which led me to the conclusion that 'teaching,' a bunch of kids probably wasn't the best idea.
I managed to get some rest last night which led me being able to work today, which is good because money - but I'm starting to lose the energy I had at the beginning of the day. Luckily my classes are complete and I only have to do typical busywork like making worksheets and whatnot, so the next couple of hours will pass quickly and I can get back to my sofa.
My fridge is currently a haven for unhealthy goods. If there were a tax on owning unhealthy things I would be bankrupt with all the goodies I was sent over Christmas. Yes, I am writing this from a place of smugness, and yes you will be jealous when you see the photograph with all the sweets I have. But no, I am not giving you any. They are all from england and good chocolate is rarer than wagyu beef here.
(... Unfortunately I don't have any pictures on hand, so you will have to imagine the subtle golden halo and hymns that emanate from my open fridge.)
In other news, I tried to make a christmas dinner.
Coming into the endeavour with no experience I expected it to be a complete disaster, so I also made a backup meal of hamburgers. In keeping with my attempts to make everything as difficult as possible, I bought ground beef and made them myself, topped and bottomed by rolls made from the home bakery. The burgers were tasty. Very, very tasty.
My mum sent me over some stuffing for the big occasion which ended up being some of the most delicious I've ever tasted (it's the same stuff we ate with every roast back home) and the chicken. Well. Only pictures will suffice in this instance.
|Om nom nom.|
It turns out that Japanese chickens are about half the size of english chickens, so the stuffing exploded out during cooking. It didn't matter though, because the whole thing was unbelievably delicious.
If I'm using too many superlatives for your liking, please understand that I am a horrible cook and for a meal to end up edible, let alone tasty, is an accomplishment for the record books.
You might also notice that there aren't any vegetables. This is because the chicken was more spread out when it was raw, and took up more of the dish, only to curl up when it was cooked. The picture is also a little deceptive in that the dish itself is actually very small. If I were to add potatoes and carrots, I would have to wedge them in between the chicken and the dish. Hardly conducive to good browning I'd say!
Food nobbery(sic) aside, I'm glad I decided against adding veg because this whole endeavour took a bastard long time and was a pain in the backside. Along with the burgers, ice cream and cake we made (those last two were group efforts) we ended up spending most of the day on the food.
Chocolate, ice cream, roast chicken, chocolate cake and burgers. Now that's a christmas dinner.