Experiments In Food: Baked Eggs With Stuff In My Fridge

April 23rd, 2012 | daybook

Am finding the time to cook a little bit, lately.  Nothing flashy.  I did a pasta sauce from scratch which I’ll probably note in MACHINE VISION this week.  But I also did a quick lunch, which went like this:

Small roasting tin.  Slice up a handful of tomatoes – I had 12 cherry tomatoes still in the veg box – into halves and quarters, and lay them skin side down in the tin.  Drizzle over a little olive oil, a tiny pinch of sugar, a twist of salt and a dash of balsamic vinegar if you have it.  It will all look quite appetising.  Enjoy it, because it’s the last time this tin will look appetising for some while.

Bang it in the over at around 190C (Gas mark 5 or 375F) for half an hour, or until the tomatoes are starting to char.

Get the tin out, and smash the tomatoes up a little bit with a fork, to release a little liquid.  Leave the oven on.

Now… what’s in your fridge?  I had a handful of Swedish meatballs and a couple of spring onions.  So I sliced those up and scattered them over the tomatoes.  I attempted to make a couple of shallow indentations in the mess.

(I wouldn’t recommend bacon, or chorizo, because they’d release fat into the tin, and I think that would end badly for you.  But if you habitually keep cooked meats in the fridge, as I do, this is a great way to use stuff up.)

I then took two eggs, fresh from the chicken’s bum, and carefully cracked them into the two indentations.  If you have some smoked paprika in the house, sprinkle some over the yolks.  Bang it back into the hottest part of the oven for ten minutes or so, until the whites go white rather than that sort of phlegmy transparent disgusting nonsense.

At which point you get baked eggs with smoked paprika tops on a bed of (whatever was in your fridge), spring onion and quick-roasted tomato.

Which, yes, does look like some terrible accident happened in your roasting tin involving a chicken and a dog that got run over by a bulldozer while throwing up.  But it tasted really good, and took no time at all.  It’s mostly just slicing stuff and tossing it into a tin.

LOGOTONE: Ian Holloway

April 23rd, 2012 | station ident

And we begin the week like this, thanks to the wonderful Ian Holloway.  This is the sound of warrenellis dot com this week:


April 21st, 2012 | spektrmodule

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An uninterrupted mix.

1.  logotone

2.  “No Step” -  Filastine   (album: LOOT)

3.  “Turu Ru Ru” – Un Caddie Renversé Dans l’Herbe   (album: Fork Ends)

4.  “Universes All” -  Stag Hare   (album: Liight Being Traveler)

5.  “Teka Teka Šviesi Saul?” -  Etnografinis Ansamblis   (album: Senoji Lietuviu Liaudies Muzika (1971))

6.  “October” -  David Cain and Ronald Duncan  (album: The Seasons (from the BBC Radio Schools Series ‘Drama Workshop’))

7.  “space animals” -  Technicolour Sattva    (EP:  technicolour sattva)  

8.  “Wilt” -  Virgin Blood     (album:   Dreamt My Lover)      

9.  “Labor Day” -  Foie Gras     (album: HATE)    

10.  “Mantric” – Tomorrowland    (album: Sequence of the Negative Space Changes)  

11.  “Telstar” – Takako Minekawa   (album: Cloudy Cloud Calculator)

12.  logotone

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Bookmarks for 2012-04-19

April 20th, 2012 | brainjuice

  • The Pickers of Dandora – By Micah Albert | Foreign Policy
    "East Africa's most populous city, Nairobi, is a booming metropolis, regional headquarters to major international corporations like Coca-Cola and Google, and filled with upwardly mobile urban dwellers. And all the trash they produce has to go somewhere. It ends up in Dandora, the city's only municiple dumpsite, where thousands of workers — men, women, and children — pick through refuse daily, looking for food and recyclable scraps to sell. It's a hard, toxic life — but it's also the only job available…"
    (tags:eco photography pol )


April 20th, 2012 | guest informant

Or, perhaps, ex-Anonymous. This is an old contact of mine, who, for obvious reasons, would prefer to remain an anonymous Anonymous. I’m not making any claims that this person is speaking for Anonymous, and neither is the person.  My respect for Anonymous is on record.  This is one individual’s statement about their role in the Anonymous campaign against Scientology. I found it a fascinating and somewhat unsettling read. I hope you find it interesting too.

Colonel Gadaffi: my part in his downfall or how Anonymous pwned the media

Well, no, that’s incredibly misleading and although Anonymous did play a part in facilitating secure communication and Internet access for all of the rebel groups across the Arab Spring, I’m not going to even try to suggest I was involved in the Libyan uprising in any significant or meaningful way at all. It’s just that there’s a copy of Spike Milligan’s excellent war diaries ‘Adolf Hitler – my part in his downfall’ in the pile of books that are all that’s holding up the other piles of books next to it, next to me. Unlike me, Spike Milligan actually was drafted and sent around the world to fight and in my opinion, his diaries tell far more about the Second World War and how it affected the ordinary people involved than anything else written. His war diaries are both hilarious and tragic and as tales from the front line, they’re a vital piece of history.

Now, what I’m going to talk about isn’t really a tale from the front line, as there wasn’t one. Spike, in his foxhole, getting shelled, trying to stave off terror by finding a way to brew up some tea whilst drawing naked ladies on his copy of the standing orders would doubtless have been extremely envious at that way I could get involved from the comforts of home, or my workplace, or out on the streets of London or the idyllic countryside around East Grinstead, even if that bit did involve hiding up trees in the rain, trying not to laugh as serious looking security heavies beat the bushes below and didn’t think to look up. Despite the relative tameness of this tale in comparison to virtually any and all war stories, Spike Milligan’s books are an inspiration in terms of getting down some of the stories of events you (the generic, Royal ‘you’, that is) were involved in, so here’s the tale of how I played a part in changing the way Anonymous interacted with the media, and the ways in which it did make a difference to a couple of individuals, even if the international impact is much, much harder to assess.

First, well, not first, maybe, as we’re three paragraphs in already, but at this stage, I’d like to add a disclaimer. It’s to save time really. Although a few people who know me may be able to put two and two together and work out who I am from things included here, if you’re either involved in law enforcement or the Church of Scientology, I wouldn’t bother. I’m not involved in protests anymore and I’ve not done anything illegal. I’ve not been involved in hacking or DDOSing websites at any point. I don’t have any information on other people who have been involved in this that I’m going to mention. I don’t even know the real names of the people I was working with back in 2008/9, except for the few whose names are public anyway. Long before his penis got him into trouble and back when he was just some guy in Australia, I did exchange emails with Julian Assange on a couple of occasions to discuss potential future help with media issues affecting Wikileaks, but nothing came of it, and I had no involvement there at all. I keep half an eye on how things are going with Anonymous, Lulzsec and AntiSec, but was completely out of the scene before the latter two operations started.