30 days of short stories
I’ve taken up a new project. It’s no surprise about how I like writing. I write poems and I write for magazines. I write songs and jokes and articles and descriptions of people. I like telling stories. Of my life, of my neighbours life, of my cousins and of my dogs. I like my putting my thoughts, or in this case, on the internet.
I think I’ve gotten past the point where I fret over how many views my page as, that really isn’t necessary. I love when someone tells me that they liked something I’ve written, but it doesn’t happen on that often.
People tend to think that as someone who writes so much, I’m get praise all the time but I don’t.
I really don’t.
All that said and done, it’s not my only goal right now, because while it is something that makes my writing better, the only other thing that can make my writing grow is thinking more.
Back to the this short story thing. So I’ll basically write one short story, fiction and non-fiction or some poetry if I feel like it, and post it here for the next 30 days. I’ll also post recipes and restyle at reviews but like I’ve mentioned before, it’s not my sole purpose.
More real soon!
“People in general nowadays are so inspiring
I don’t know whether to feel like a potato or actually do something”
This is what Isha said to me the other day. We were talking about being inspired and inspiration and just life in general. We wanted to feel, in some way, a little less alone and little more okay with not being supermodels or teenage scientists or something.
We just wanted to be okay with being young. Not anxious.
So anxiety. I feel it every other day and so does every other person in the world. I feel that dull black static ebbing behind my eyes and that extra heart in my throat. I feel that rush on ice cold blood in my veins ever so often. My thoughts are loud but I can’t hear my mouth.
But I’ve never been able to figure out what I’ve been anxious about up until a few days ago. I’ve never been the kind of person who gets scared of a lot of things. I’ll just squeeze my eyes shut and throw myself info whatever it is I’m doing. It’s over before I know it and I’m okay again.
It’s like jumping into an ocean full of ice water. You dive in, eyes closed, nose pinched and it’s so cold at first, your body protests. Your lungs are on fire, and they burn, filled with water, so much cold cold water. You look up and you can see the golden rays of sunshine streaking the blue of the water.Then you swim up to the top, keeping your eyes on the sun and you tear through the surface, gasping for air. Every breath is a greedy gasp, a lungful of air, you use your mouth to in suck in all the air in the universe.
I realised, recently that while being afraid isn’t going to change anything, more often than not all my anxiety is self created. I make up situations, I create problems, I push myself into the sea.
I don’t have to dive if I don’t want to.
This is probably the most important thing I’ve learnt this week.
No ones making to me do anything I don’t want to, and no one can.
Now here’s some delicious Taco Bell love for you:
Leave it to me to start making ice cream at the end of summer.
We’ve had an ice cream maker for a while now, but I’ve been too scared to use it. My mum’s been the only one to make some ice cream in the past and she’s very good at it! But after the wowwehaveanewtoyyayayy phase passed, we stopped making ice cream entirely.
Until a couple of days ago.
I’m sick of the blah favours of ice cream we get around here. I just want some ice cream trashed up with potato chips, cookie dough and sprinkles. Lots of sprinklesssss. (No? Does no one else want that?)
Here’s some good news for my vegetarian friends. Since this ice cream doesn’t have a cream anglaise base, there’s no egg! Woohoo
This is still fantastically creamy ice cream! Thanks to the cream cheese. Mm. You need this in your life.
Raspberry-Oreo ice cream with Toasted Marshmallow
2 cups whole milk
1 tbsp + 1 tsp cornstarch
3 tbsp cheese, softened
pinch fine sea salt
1 1/4 cups heavy cream
2/3 cup sugar
2 T light corn syrup
1 vanilla bean, split, scrape beans + save the pod
1 tsp raspberry extract (good quality!)
1/3 cup marshmallows
1/3 packet Oreo cookies, broken into bits (more if you really really like Oreos)
For the Ice Cream:
Mix about 2 tablespoons of the milk with the cornstarch in a small bowl to make a smooth mix.In another bowl whisk the cream cheese and salt.
Combine the milk, cream, sugar, corn syrup, vanilla seeds, and bean in a large saucepan. bring to a gentle boil over medium-high heat, and boil for 4 minutes. Take off the heat and slowly whisk in the cornstarch slurry. Bring the mixture back to a boil over medium-high heat and cook, stirring with spatula until slightly thickened, about a minute or so. Take it off the heat. Now, gradually whisk in the cream cheese mixture into the MILJ mixture and stir gently until smooth and well combined.Whisk in the 1/3 cup of broken Oreo pieces.
Cover the bowl with cling film wrap and chill ice cream base for a few hours or over night.
When ready to churn, remove the vanilla bean. Freeze in your ice cream maker according to the manufacturer’s instructions. Once fully churned, toast the marshmallows.
I like sticking a few on a fork and holding them over a flame, till charred and toasted. Blow on them if they catch fire. Stir them into the ice cream and put the mixture in a large container. Put in the fridge till set.
** I like this ice cream making thing. I’m obviously not done.
Oh happy happy Saturday.
I’m at the last day of my two month long vacation. Tommorow, I’ll go back to college and it’ll be back to the grind.
But I’ll always have Sundays.
When I was younger, I never looked forward to the weekend. Ever.
We always had weekends off and school didn’t begin till 12:30 when I was in primary school. The only thing that got me remotely excited was watching a new episode of a TV show I’m now ashamed to name (no one will ever know!), although it was an important part of my childhood.
I remember waking up, carelessly pouring milk on my chocolate cereal as I sat to watch my serial.
Now, although this , at that point, was routine for me, it became some sort of a ritual.
Flash forward to today.
Nothing’s changed all that much, really.
While I don’t wake up early to watch television now (good luck trying to get me out of bed before it’s 11), but I still have something that I look forward to.
Something, that’s become somewhat of a ritual.
Making myself a cup of tea, putting on some Young The Giant and sinking my hands in dough, ready to be shaped into logs of bread or maybe, rolls.
It’s something that gets me out of bed every weekend and sometimes, I wake up early too.
no fail authentic French baguettes.
These are hands down, the best baguettes I’ve ever made. And so so close to the real deal! They have a fantastic crust that’s crunchy and doesn’t go soft after a while. It’s also got a soft, chewy interior which I love.
These are really easy to throw together so don’t be intimated by the idea of working with yeast! It’s a friendly little fungus!
Prep – 35 minutes + rising time
Cooking time – 35-45 minutes
Makes 3 baguettes/ 6 smaller baguettes
From bread by Anne Sheasby
400 g strong plain white flour (* you can use all white flour)
115 g white flour
1.5 tsp + 1 tsp salt
7g dried active yeast
About 300ml warm water (not hot! Think bath water!)
1 tsp cornflower
– flour a large baking sheet and set aside. Sift the flours and 1.5 tsps of salt and stir gently. Now stir in the yeast. Add just enough warm water so that you form a soft dough.
– turn out the dough on a floured surface and knead till smooth. This takes me a couple of minutes (5-6). Place in an oiled bowl, cover with cling film and set in a warm corner till doubled in size.
– knock back the dough and divide it into three pieces. Shape each portion into a roll.
(Look at the pictures below to see how you shape baguettes! Don’t worry about being perfect. It’ll all work out)
It’s been two weeks. I haven’t really done too many pages, not because of a lack of time but mostly because of a lack of inspiration.
Note that the whole point of the book is help you gain inspiration .
But, I wasn’t feeling inspired enough to destroy my book. Go figure.
Ive decided to make a list of things that wreck this journal has taught me so far. I call them my Wrecking Lessons. Also, saying that makes me think of ” wrecking ball ” and I’ll hum the song all day. It drives me crazy.
WTJ (wreck this journal) has taught me analyse how completely irrational I can be at times. For instance, one of the pages read,”take this book into the shower with you.”.
I was too scared to. I completely failed to understand why I was so scared, but I was.
I’ve realised that if a page can make me feel so afraid, what effect will something real have on me?
I feel like I’ve gotten a tad more organized. I’m going to be really honest for a second.
If you were to take a picture of my cupboard and a that of a house after a strorm blew through it, you would say the ramshackled house is in better shape.
(If my mums reading this, she’s going to be beyond thrilled. “She’s finally taking responsibility!)
But since starting WTJ, I’ve been putting all my things in place so that I don’t have spend a whole lot of time hunting for my stuff, the next time I want to wreck.
I’ve started to put all my scrapbook supplies to work.
I need to get something off my chest. Back in the 8th grade, I went through this scrapbooking faze. I bought washi tape, stickers, coloured glue(what?!), colourful fabric tape and stamps.
I realise that I still haven’t been as adventurous with the book as I want to, but at least I’ve realised that I have to work harder to wreck this journal!