Froot Loop weekend…

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(Note: I managed to make a cringe worthy memory by pronouncing Brooklyn 99 as Brooklyn ninety nine over a conversation with my sister and then defending the error.)

“How do you save a drowning fish?

Throw a few fruit loops in the water!”

2016 seems to follow a very vibrant colour pattern spilled over from 2015. Coldplay’s new song ‘Hymn for the weekend’, the Suicide Squad trailer and posters, Superbowl half time show, Black versus Blue (BvS), Red vs Blue (Civil War), Red vs Black (Daredevil vs the Punisher) and then there’s just the forever alone red (deadpool). X men Apocalypse if you count Psylocke and Jubilee putting up a light show. Really hope that the movie doesn’t disappoint. What made Colossus stand out in Deadpool more than any other X men film he’s appeared in is that he was given lines and much more purpose than just serving as the bruiser on the team, something that the X men films seem to be missing other than ‘First Class’. I was so excited to see ‘Blink’ in Days of Future past only to be disappointed with her absence. I can’t leave out Jessica Jones’s purple, that colour appeals to one too many people I know. This post, unlike the 6 seasons of ‘Lost’ has a point somewhere. *I kid*

*Hometown Glory*

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Stupid pigeons!

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Hello! *sighs*

Adele’s sort of ruined that greeting. Can’t really say it without the rest of the song playing through. It’s been roughly over two months since I’ve moved away from home and settled down in Dubai. In all honesty I could have written up a post at any point since I had the WiFi set up but procrastination got the better of me. Not really sure where this post is heading. I could talk about ‘Hello’. At my new workplace, I’ve said it so frequently that they’ve all (most of the staff) started inserting humorous follow ups. I’ve said it in one of my previous posts, that sometimes the best thing to do is to let loose and amuse yourself by saying hello to something as stationary as a tree. They’ve all taken heed to that, which is a lot of fun.

Burrhus Frederic Skinner (1904 – 1990), a behavioral psychologist above all else put forth the principle of reinforcement, wherein free will was an illusion and everything was a matter of consequence of previous actions. I came across his work in my elder sister’s psychology textbook, since I read every other book in the house (including answering those quizzes in my sister’s cosmopolitan magazines) and was trying to keep myself from pretending to know a person, after having read just one psychology textbook. Quite a task I tell you. Well a few years later I watched a show on Discovery Science, cause at that time, it had some of the better shows on TV (Burn Notice, blech) until it became repetitive. Well they covered Skinner’s experiment with pigeons which according to his wiki page was one of his favourite animals to experiment with, and another useless fact is that pigeons happen to be one of the few things that scare the crap out of the coffee girl. Oh how I missed writing.

So the pigeon experiment revolved around pigeons in a cage displaying superstitious behaviour to get food. Food was let into the cage at odd intervals, however the pigeons seemed to repeat actions such as walking counter clockwise or cocking their head at a certain corner of the cage in order to get food since it was something they did the first time food was let into the cage. It’s something I guess everyone can relate to from putting the left sock on first or taking a particular route to a destination with the belief that things will turn out alright or as expected. Well I have to confess that I put my left sock on first and tie my right shoe on after both socks are up cause I think it’s about equality and I don’t want either of my feet to feel bad that I pick one over the other.*The left one tends to sleep more often*

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The Choir Girl Who Went Horribly, Desperately Wrong.

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Florence and the Machine

{I found a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil}

Everybody recommends good music according to their taste. To come across music so abstract and individual is a tardy task. The first song I stumbled upon on my sister’s playlist was ‘The Bird Song‘.
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I found myself drowning as the harp strings were plucked. Each beat calling on spirits unheard of.

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Love sticks, sweat drips

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I’m missing out on Florence and the Machine performing live at Glastonbury. 

Think future generations will question their history as much as we question ours, it took quite a while, but Gay marriage is finally legal in the United States. I don’t live in the States, nor do some of my gay friends, nor am I gay, nor are most of my friends or family, but we’re all still happy, overwhelmed with joy at the freedom. Albeit laughing quite a bit at majority of the nations who can’t see the silliness in not passing the same law. What’s the worst that could happen? (usually something bad happens, but considering the situation, I doubt unicorns and rainbows would be that bad.)

Think the dysfunctional song fits quite well.

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Twiddling thumbs

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“We talked about everything, except the space between us” – Kevin Barry

Remember when Harry was left behind at Hogwarts in his third year whilst everyone in his class started making their way down to Hogsmeade. If you didn’t read the book, the movie does a good job of portraying it. Remember it yet? That sums up the position I’m in at the moment. Whilst my best friends leave, and travel together I’m stuck back here twiddling my thumbs.

This isn’t the first time that it’s happened, as someone pointed out, I have a certain nature of staying back and making sure everyone’s on board. That includes filling out important documents cause the aforementioned best friend has really bad handwriting, had a ton of stuff to do, and filling out vital documents without making a few mistakes is definitely not his thing. Sweet hugs and snapping bra straps definitely made it a whole lot easier, and the fact that it wasn’t really good bye. (Meeting them all again in a few days time, most of them…maybe)

She puts things into perspective. Which is why I love her, and her songs. Think the saddest theme for any sort of love, or just about anything nowadays is “forever and ever” them, which isn’t anything new. Focusing on the ‘now’ and the near future is quite alright. I understand how you can love someone now, and in that moment it feels like you could love them forever, however that’s never really the case. There are times where, as I love to say this, like a NASA mission to an Astronaut, give them SPACE! Space is required, small tiffs and big arguments, even a little brawling is required. Why take my word for it? One night of drinks (wherein I finished just about everyone’s drinks) ended with my advice saving three relationships, comforting the drunk, taking care of the sick one puking in the toilet bowl and then tucking him to sleep. The next day followed with the routine of gratitude, hugs, and the usual speeches of flattery. Then they go on to call me the child in the batch. Complete Morons.As usual, I don’t know. I’ll just go back to twiddling my thumbs.

P.S. – I was asked to write about what’s at the center of a black hole by a fairly thin friend. Think I did a pretty good job at it.

COCOBEAR

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It’s been two fascinating weeks, but unscheduled activities sort of pulled my attention away. No harm though. I had a brilliant champagne tasting, followed by a fabulous champagne and food pairing. That’s all scheduled to be posted for later though [ulterior motives].

The Nestle Professionals challenge was to take place, and thank heavens that I received Nestles coconut milk powder as my ingredient. The latter was to use Indian gravy mixes that weren’t totally up my sleeve. I wanted to cook something fascinating, coconut milk was suitable to proceed. One week, and I got the bakery to myself. Quite wonderful as life would have me kept away from the bakery at all costs. So a week I spent testing whether a coconut fondant would be possible. I have to pay credit to the awfully good Frenchman, Chef Raymond Blanc. His TV shows, ‘Kitchen Mysteries’ and ‘The Very Hungry Frenchman’ are amongst my favourites. Couldn’t shut up about him in my first year, and very well ended up doing a presentation on him. Tweaked his recipe for a chocolate fondant quite a bit and voila! It was marvellous. [Baked another for the T-rex who missed it as he was needed elsewhere]

He's quite amusing. Love the kitchen in the background.

He’s quite amusing. Love the kitchen in the background.

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Pan’s victory

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Cause that's the outcome of making so many.

Cause that’s the outcome of making so many.

{Note: This is the very reason I had no refined flour to bake the marble cake, for which I had to resort to the only available option.}

To Pan, who deserves more credit, and to whom I dedicate these pancakes. All things are wonderful with a little bit of mythology woven into them.

So I’m at home rolling out pancakes. These aren’t the sort that you’d top with maple syrup, more on the lines towards a Swedish pancake. Like a crepe, although slightly thicker but not as thick as a blintz. While blini’s use a leavening agent and are made from buckwheat flour, these pancakes aren’t. I call them pancakes, as in my house everyone does, and so does every Roman Catholic I’ve met out there, as well as Goans and people from the Konkan area. I say these are similar to Swedish pancakes, since their mainly rolled with a filling of coconut and jaggery which is quite sweet, and unlike crepes which are also served with savoury items, these pancakes are reserved for sweets only, similar to their Swedish cousins.

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French kissed by a potato

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I recently indulged myself with a spoon of Pommes purée, and I for one have never experienced such tears of joy this presented me with.

The rush of emotions that flooded in me, it’s hard to describe. Continue reading