we've been mostly off dipping sauces for years, for many reasons, but the fact remains that we do like them. my jam-making experiment reminded me of dad's ketchup making experiment, and my attempt to try and use peanut butter (which I bulk-purchased last year for the birds - but the birds don't seem to like it much any more!) to make a peanut-butter and marmite spread inspired me to try something unconventional. and so, one bored afternoon later, I am proud to unveil my "all purpose sauce"
ingredients:
700gm tomato puree
250gm chopped onions (I used white onions)
100 gm chopped garlic
3 generously heaped tablespoons peanut butter (I used organic peanut butter with only two ingredients, 99% peanuts and 1% salt)
2 tablespoons yellow mustard (ie mustard dal, without the outer shells)
additional salt to taste
a dash of sugar - maybe 2 teaspoons
150gm "medium" curry powder
freshly ground pepper to taste
3 chopped chillies
2 teaspoons cumin
6 chopped spring onions
oil to fry
recipe:
fry the cumin, onions and chillies until the onion is beginning to brown. add garlic and spring onions and fry until aromatic.
cool until OK to put into a blender (my blender bowl is plastic!)
meanwhile in a heavy utensil (I have a cast iron one coated with enamel) heat all the remaining ingredients (primarily tomato puree and curry powder) gently
once cool enough to blend the fried stuff, blend with sugar, salt, mustard. add peanut butter and blend again until smooth.
add blended mix into simmering paste once it's bubbling.
stir until slightly thick on very low heat to get it to your desired consistency.
fill up into a glass jar, cool, enjoy! also, refrigerate as there are no preservatives, and pack it so that there are no air bubbles to ensure longevity.
it's great for spreading, dipping, or to add a punch of flavour to mild stuff like boiled eggs! the curry powder and peanut butter dominate the flavours. I would call it a peanut-y curry sauce!
ps: full disclosure, it's already been 3 weeks and I'm 3/4th through the jar as I type this, but hey!
my dad's love of DIY extended to well beyond the usual, to food... some very unorthodox (notably his attempt at making ketchup, that went wrong due to him basically replicating the ingredients off a ketchup bottle label, using proportions estimated from the nuitrition facts!) but there's something he never went wrong with: jam!
and so, last year, when I left from Harshad's farm near Kodaikanal, with my saddle bags padded with tamarillos (that's how I ensured they didn't sag!) and arrived in Mumbai - it was time to make jam!
the thing about jam is, while dad made detailed recipes, and I probably even scanned them and have digital copies of his notes on a hard disk somewhere, I remember two things about jam-making very clearly: that it's extremely simple, and that it's basically simmering equal parts fruit and granulated sugar until the texture is right.
and yes, that is basically it!
I did make some modifications though: I used a ratio of 60% fruit to 40% sugar, added lemon juice to help it set (thanks, google!) - and used the "wrinkle test" to check when it was done (thanks, google, again!)
and... that was it!
in hindsight, the tamarillo jam set a little too firm - probably because I googled the wrinkle test when it had already set. also, one cannot discount beginner's luck, especially in my case! so attempt 2 (literally as I was getting to the bottom of the 1.5kg jar of tamarillo jam!) was blueberry jam.
same recipe: 60% blueberry (1kg) to 40% granualted sugar, but with some assorted frozen berries that were lying in the freezer chucked in as well, and a bit of lemon zest for a bit of extra depth of flavour. also, did the wrinkle test just-about in time - and it had already set at that point, as it passed the test on the first try! much better than the previous attempt.
entirely satisfactory once again. also really cheap: about £11 if you don't count the cost of cooking gas (thanks to a good deal on blueberries at M&S!). and if you add the fact that there are no artificial additives, and the fruit to sugar ratio is well above commercially available jam, I am pleased with myself!
that was 2003. before the advent of social media. 23 years later, we can see the rest of the song playing out, and worse.
what went wrong? what happened, really? it's the enshittification of the world. first, we let tech companies grow unchecked. then they went public at insane valuations just because of hype. they expanded to curating the information we see, and advertising being their hidden side business. they switched from benign policies to actively farming ragebait. smart people realized this could be used to influence public opinion, as opposed to selling stuff. it was first small targeted campaigns, but in an increasingly connected society, they realized the power of these platforms was far greater than anything else before it. powerful enough to push national elections one way or the other... and obviously this benefits extreme views! a sane nuanced view is hard to farm engagement with. to make things worse, AI suddenly started producing results after. decades of trying... made it easier to fake content. it got so good that people cannot tell fiction from reality. and of course, the countries that have not fallen prey to these tools, tendencies and struggles still are dealing with one of the structural problems of democracy - slowness to react to change and old laws working against their ability to deal with new threats.
this, ladies and gentlemen, is my summary of "what's wrong with the world mama"
unfortunately for us, just love isn't going to fix it.
It's been 4 weeks of being barely able to function. Every effort to get back on track didn't seem to produce any significant result. My last week was dedicated to making a proper multi-faceted plan to get back to some semblance of functionality. We always use the Easter holidays for a short break, and despite the last few dysfunctional weeks I thought I should still not abandon that tradition.
Since 2019 (when I got my UK driving licence and my first motor bike here) we have been exploring Ireland in a clockwise direction starting from Belfast. We've gotten as far as the cliffs of Moher so far, so I looked for something in the vicinity. The Aran Islands caught my eye. I remember seeing advertisements for boat rides to see the cliffs from the sea, and also visit the islands for a day trip. Back then, I was in much better shape but it still struck me as a rather hectic proposition. This time seemed perfect. Being so close to the date and on a long weekend, I wasn't sure if things would work out - but it did. Snagged the last room at a BnB... not on the main island (Inis Mor) but the smallest one (Inis Oirr). No problem - there's probably a ferry running between the islands, right?
Turns out the ferry for the Easter weekend is still on its winter schedule - so the last ferry to the island is at 3pm! And on the way back, we could only get a ferry at 8am or 2pm. So we booked the last ferry out and last ferry back.
The only other preparation I did for the trip was fix the second folding cycle so we could take them both along. The ferry rules clearly state that cycles are not allowed for day passengers (probably so that the islands' cycle rentals have a chance at running their businesses!).
We packed light, and left at the crack of dawn - the first time in months I've been up at 6am! It was going to be a tiring journey as we would reach at 12:30pm without breaks if it all went as per Google maps' plan (which it never does!). I noted the entire route as per Google maps and Waze (which differed for certain sections of the route) the previous night, and Shruti navigated based on them, manually. For once, we were not let down by either, although for the last hour I ignored Waze and just followed street signs!
We got to the ferry terminal, but watching the weather (and the prediction for the weekend) we abandoned the plan of taking our cycles to the island. The ferry folks also said that as the weather is predicted to be so bad, there will be no inter-island ferry for the entire Easter weekend.
It looked all set to be 3 days on a tiny island with nothing to do.
30 minutes of very rough seas later, we set foot on Inis Oirr (also spelled Inisheer). Walked 15 minutes to our BnB (Google maps said 7 minutes, but we actually got lost despite following it!), checked in and literally collapsed in bed. I was in agony, my feet were sore, and I was exhausted from the early start and the long drive with very few and short breaks. The view was magnificent though, and I can't believe they saved the best room for the lucky last!
I was so sore, I actually thought I might take all 3 days to recover only to head straight back! Thankfully though, I was much better by 6pm when we set off for one of the two restaurants on the island - the one that just reopened this weekend for Easter!
The folks at Tigh Ruairi welcomed us with a menu on a whiteboard - a sign of proper good food! We were ravenous, having not eaten properly all day and it was a proper 3 courses, with a pint to wash it down! Back to base, I showered and was literally in bed at 10pm - again, the earliest in months, and for good reason!
The next morning, we were up at 8am, and the first to arrive for breakfast - perfect as we got the table with best view 😍
The continental breakfast was par for course but I was still sore from the previous day and needed more rest after we were done. The wind and (literally) horizontal rain weren't encouraging either! At about noon though, Shruti said we should make an attempt to get some form of sightseeing done. She said the shipwreck was just a 25 minute walk away as per Google maps so we decided to give it a go.
Thankfully the rain had slowed down to just a drizzle but it stung all the same with the wind. We took about 45 minutes to reach the wreck, and were almost alone there - just another 3 guys. A few minutes there and we were ready to head back - the wind was so strong we were struggling to stand upright on the rocks for the photo! Once back we had a cup of tea to warm up before we took another nap to recover. I was still sore but I think the movement did me some good - my watch said it was 6km in all, so a pretty long walk!
We decided to try the other restaurant, Inis Oirr Hotel, and it was slightly cheaper, but the food, while not bad by any stretch, was not as good as the other one's.
Just as we were finishing, a man walked in with a guitar and someone at the bar offered him a pint. I put two and two together and came to the only logical (and happy) conclusion: there would be some live music!
Another pint later, the same man asked us to vacate our table as we were sitting at the very spot they were going to use to perform 😂
We took our seats at the bar, and 6 musicians appeared almost out of nowhere... exactly what we hoped for! A little. boy even sat with them playing air guitar on his "hurling" bat ☺️
Back to base, showered and in bed for a good night's sleep. This time a lot less sore!
The next morning, we were up at 8 and rewarded with the sun out and not a cloud in sight! Same continental breakfast, and Shruti insisted we don't waste a minute after. We walked down to the lighthouse, on the southeast of the island. This was an estimated 45 minute walk, much more undulating than the walk to the wreck, but we were rewarded with nice views of the small plots of land bounded by stone walls, typical of the Aran Islands. The lighthouse itself was walled off so we could only get a photo from outside - thankfully a couple of guys arrived on their cycles right as we reached and were happy to click a photo of us.
We had a leisurely walk back, looking for a few of the sights we were supposed to pass by. Some were either badly marked on Google maps, or maybe inaccessible - but we finally got to the two main sights: the watch tower and the castle. The watch tower is the highest point of the island, but the view to one side is obstructed by the water tank (which supplies water to the entire island) and to the other is obstructed by the castle, which is only slightly lower!
We didn't spend much time at either, and were back at the airbnb/pub area at 1pm. All the walking had worked up our appetites and we headed to Tigh Ruairi for pint and a light lunch - the catch of the day!
At this point we had already walked 14km and I couldn't believe I wasn't knackered! We set off for the last spot on our agenda for the island: the beach! I suggested walking across to the other end, where we could sit on the rocks and enjoy our chocolate Easter bunnies. As we clambered the rocks, I heard the drone of twin propellers that changed our plans - it's time for some plane spotting!
We hurried along the perimeter fence to a vantage point and were rewarded with watching a plane spin up, taxi and take off - the radio at the air strip was so loud we could even hear the clearance to visually head to Connemara!
Back on the beach, we enjoyed our chocolate bunnies and reflected on how wonderful the day and trip had been.
And finally... one last photo before we head back to base!
right as we were about to head back through the beach and to the airbnb, I head a now familiar sound: the twin propellers of a plane! it was approaching to land, and that could mean the chance of getting to see it up close, even a take-off! the boundary fence was literally 30-40 feet away (and strangely enough, a fence post had collapsed, so I could have literally walked into the airfield!). now obviously that would have been a crime so I stayed on the outside of the fence, but as this end of the boundary was at a lower level than the runway (the runway actually sloped slightly upwards in the east-west direction it was in use) so I hastily legged it around the fence to a point where I could actually see the terminal building and the plane. the propellers weren't running, but there were no passengers getting on or off, so I assume that had already happened during my scramble to a vantage point. there was someone with a high-vis on the ground, and he made some sort of gesures. The engine started and I quickly got my phone to start recording video.
yep, that was a fitting wrap for my agenda for today, and indeed for the stay on the island!
back to base, I was surprised I could still function. My watch said I had covered about 16km (and I had walked a bit before I started tracking, so it was a little more!). I don't think I've walked that much in a single day since 2018, when I was in the prime of my hiking health! a quick shower, packing, and a short rest (I couldn't sleep!) later, we headed back out to tigh ruari for our last dinner of the trip. we arrived at 7:45 as dinner was to be served till 8pm... and to our utter surprise, the pub and restaurant was absolutely packed! we were lucky to get a table for two - there were 4 people walking in our footsteps that got the last table in the restaurant!
service was really slow, perhaps even unreasonably slow - we waited over an hour for our meal to arrive, although honestly after having had both breakfast and lunch I did welcome the time to build an apetite. the table next to ours (basically the last people at the restaurant) were a little unhappy as 3 of them had finished their food while one of them hadn't even been served. after the waitress received their complaint and walked away, they said aloud that it's ironic that he shouldn't get his food because it's his birthday!
I chimed in and wished him a happy birthday and a pretty long conversation ensued, covering all varieties of topics (mostly Ireland, but also a bit about India, Belfast, etc). also, how one of the ladies at the table (the birthday man's daughter) loved the island so much from childhood despite having no ties to it othern than being her favourite vacation spot that she decided to get married on the island! we spoke for the entire duration of our meal - in fact when we finished, we were having so much fun that we decided to order dessert (despite being stuffed!) so we could hang about for a bit as I didn't feel like having another drink!
we sat around and chatted until we were literally the only patrons at the restaurant and then bid them farewell, hoping to meet again - they said they visit the island every year so there's a chance we'll bump into them again if we visit!
we had the proverbial "irish goodbye", literally talking until they got out through the door and we decided to stay in for a minute just to end the goodbye!
back to our bnb, I was soon in bed - worried about what state i'll be in after the crazy amount of exertion. but I felt fine, and that felt almost surreal!
and that's when I thought: I HAVE TO BLOG THIS!
ps: I only wrote the title and a couple of lines in the draft before I put my phone away and slept off, but Monday was perfect, and I was very relieved it was! I did take it easy though: breakfast at 9:30, finished packing, rested, then writing my blog sitting in the dining room until it was time to leave. the drive back home was tiring, but thankfully due to the much lesser time pressure on this leg of the journey, we were able to take a couple of breaks, including a weird dinner at an Indian restaurant about halfway to Belfast as Shruti was craving vegetarian food. we reached home at 10:45pm or so and I was able to unload the car (including the folding cycles we didn't use!) as well before I showered and crashed for the night.
pps: bonus: feeding a horse for the first time in my life! somewhere after the castle on the path down to the beach area. also, my first ever youtube short (I don't know why I can't upload a vertically shot video as a normal video!)
I was at a comedy show in Belfast - one of the halls of Queen's University. The comedian was Randy Feltface (fun fact: I saw him at Ulster Hall just a few days earlier!). The opening act was another comedian. During the opening act, someone heckled the comedian, and it was something so offensive, she decided to leave the stage.
After a few minutes of chaos Randy stepped onto his stage, masked as usual. The audience assumed the show would get on, but Randy announced that the rest of the show would be cancelled out of solidarity with the comedian and that such behaviour was unacceptable in any situation, comedy show or not.
After a bit of grumbling within the audience people started to leave the auditorium. I wasn't sure what to do as I had taken the afternoon off work for the show and had no other plans. After the auditorium emptied out and I was alone, I decided to walk around and kill some time.
Right outside the auditorium, there was a bunch of people, young people - looked like students... but there was also a load of camera and photography equipment. I was curious about what was going on and watched from a distance. They seemed to be recording some sort of music video and it involved positioning people behind pillars and they had to move out as the singer passed them.
Just then someone from the crew approached me. She asked me if I was free and happy to help out with the video. I said sure, I have nothing else to do today. She explained what I had to do, and reassured me I didn't have to dance or anything and they would edit the shot to figure what would work as they were running behind schedule or something.
I was positioned behind a pillar, heard the "action" call, and at the correct time (they were calling out the names of people as their cue) I put my left hand out, the singer slapped my palm, and I stepped out turned around, and walked behind and to the left of her, as another person opposite me did the same to her right. for the rest of the shot, we had to stick out hands out and slap the palms of everyone down the passage (not sure what they had to do, but we were the only people who had to follow the singer down the passage) and at the end of the video, the singer had to turn around and give me and the other lady who was walking beside me a hug. The song was something about touch, and basically every person behind each pillar had to do something related to what she sang at that line. Only me and the other volunteer walking behind her didn't have to do any specific moves - just skip along in step with the beat. It was only while we were actually recording that I paid attention to the song. The song was about how human contact impacts us and the catch line (or word) was touch. As the shot ended the words of the song hit me and for some reason I got very emotional. When I heard "cut" I felt tears running down my face.
As the singer let go of the hug (the closing shot) I apologised and said I was feeling very emotional because the words of the song really struck a chord. The singer was like awww and gave me another hug and said she's very glad it was so well received and that I was struck by it despite it being such a light hearted and cheerful song.
She said she hoped I was okay and I'm welcome to sit with the crew for a bit to regain my composure and also that I'm welcome to connect with her on her social media profile if I felt like it. She thanked me for helping out with the video and they really needed a guy who was about the same height as her for that part and they were really lucky I happened to be about.
As we walked to the chairs that were kept out for the crew she asked me if there was something about my childhood that caused the song to get me so emotional - some sort of trauma or repressed memories. I told her that actually, no, I don't think there was any such thing I could remember about my childhood - unless those memories were truly repressed!
That's when I woke up, crying, and asked Shruti to give me a hug. I told her I had a weird dream that got me emotional. As she hugged me and I tried to fall back asleep, I thought back about my childhood. Various flashbacks of cycling, making obstacles of all my toy cars and trucks and lego and then making pretend scenes of action movies with my toy G. I. Joe action figures, running around on sunny beaches and jumping down stairs with my friends. Yep, all happy memories!
last monday was a daunting day: I had 3 appointments, a 9:30am one for my foot (my first physiotherapy appointment after my bunion started acting up 2 years ago), another 2:15pm one for my foot again (review with the consultant looking at my foot orthotics) and a 4pm eye checkup. given the 3 appointments were all near office, I was also going to be working from office between them. I was nervous about the day for multiple reasons: this would be the earliest I've had to wake up in a couple of months, I was planning to park the car at the location of my first appointment and cycle between there and office and the other appointments, and it also weighed on me that my therapist (back when I was still on therapy last year) said I shouldn't plan for more than one appointment a day to avoid overwhelming myself - and here I was, doing 3!
anyway, all of this weighed on me, and I tried to minimize the chances of my brain fog getting in the way of me being on time. I packed my bag - laptop, snack box, fruit (no lunch as nothing was cooked!), showered, kept my clothes all in one place including my wallet and keys, put the folding cycle in the car, checked the tyres and brakes, and finally got into bed at around midnight, an hour after I planned to.
I was so tired just from the preparation that when I got into bed I forgot the most important thing: setting my alarms! thankfully I remembered before I slept off, and set two: 8:47 to wake up, and 9am to leave (I was supposed to reach 15 minutes early for my first appointment, and 9am would get me there at 9:10, so 5 minutes to park and to accomodate rush hour traffic).
in hindsight, 8:47 was too late, but thankfully, it wasn't a problem because I woke up before my alarm.
it reminds me of what I used to do some 20+ years ago, when I was experimenting with self-hypnotism: if I would ensure the last conscious thought before going to sleep was what time I wanted to wake up, I'd wake up without an alarm! This was before I had a phone or a personal alarm (I depended on dad waking me up!), and my body clock was accurate to around 5 minutes! also, I could see the wall clock from my bed so it was easy to notice when I opened my eyes.
anyway, back to Monday. the first dream woke me up at 4:30am or so.
the dream was about me going for an exam. it was MCA, presumably, as the professors were from there, although the assignments didn't seem computer related - they seem to be about English or something. weird. also, there was no written exam, I had to hand in my assignments and answer questions about its content - which I don't remember happening during my course!
I don't remember what caused me to wake up from that dream: it was definitely something weird that must have happened but I cannot remember it any more.
anway, back to sleep, I had the weirder dream: I was in a race. it was a motorbike race. the people I was racing against were people I know from Belfast, but I was at my hold apartment in Mumbai. My motorbike (Lisa, the ST1300!) was on the terrace of the apartment. it wasn't a race as much as a time trial: the other participants would time each other and me, and we'd finally decide the winner based on timings.
but this race was weird: the race started when I got out of bedm brushed my teeth, got dressed, wore my riding gear, etc. I was almost ready to get on my motorbike when one of my competitors asked me to get him a glass of water. I told him that's not fair, it'd add to my time. he told me he was thirsty and he had no idea where the glasses were as it was my home. and besides I wasn't ready to race yet.
I was annoyed but got him a glass of water. That's when I realized I wasn't wearing my gloves, and I couldn't start the race without my gloves! I started looking everywhere for my gloves and they were nowhere to be seen - especially where they should have been. finally, I looked outside and saw I had dropped them right beside the bike! and weirdly enough there were 3 gloves - one of them was an odd one from my old pair (identical to the new pair, only more worn out!). I put on my gloves and got ready to start the motorbike. I looked at the distance I had to ride - barely 40 feet! I thought to myself, this is such a ridiculous race - it would take 5 seconds or less to cover the distance, and took 35 or 30 minutes to get ready for it!
and then I woke up, 2 minutes before the alarm: 8:45am.
I thought to myself: what a strangely appropriate dream. I spent more than an hour preparing for my first appointment and the day, and have given myself just 13 minutes for the actual race (getting out of bed and getting ready to leave for my appointment and the rest of my busy day!). I spent all of those 2 bonus minutes thinking about my dream and how it prepared me for the day, which literally seemed like a race rolled into an exam!
strangely enough, after my first appointment, I got into the car and sat for 5 minutes, just to prepare myself to take out the folding cycle and ride oout and face the rest of the day. for some reason, during those 5 minutes, I thought to myself: I'm really not up for this.
I drove back home, parked the car, took an hour's nap, and then took my motorbike to work. and yes, I noticed the gloves were in their place before I was getting ready to leave, and heaved a sigh of relief!
I was in a sea facing apartment in Belfast. based on the position it would be obel, but based on the interior decor it was arc apartments. it was on the 10th floor, or so. it was a strange day: mid afternoon, bright blue skies and completely (or maybe mostly) cloudless... but the sea outside was raging. raging so badly that the waves were 5 floors high! sea spray reached all the way to the 10th floor apartment, splattering the spectacular, and scary view, with the blue sky making the scene even more vivid.
apart from the white foam of the massive waves, the sea was a pale greenish colour... the colour I'd associate more with a calm swimming pool than such rough seas. in the midst of it all, I thought I saw something large moving in the water. it was a whale - in fact, on second glance, it was more than one whale, maybe a school of whales! I peered out through the window of the room I was in, in awe of their magnificence and grace, when I noticed other things in the water: a pod of dolphins, initially below the surface, but then leaping above the waves, as if to show off! besides the dolphins and whales, there were also sharks in the sea. I'm not sure how I could tell them apart, but they definitely gave me shark vibes.
I turned my attention from the sea and everything outside to the task at hand: I was trying to clean the apartment, and also collect whatever little was in it. the apartment was mostly empty, with no furniture and just a few things packed into cardboard boxes. most of the boxes were already in the room I was in and I could see the few left to be moved. before I moved them though, I wanted to mop the floor. and then, all of a sudden, the sound of everything changed. it sounded like I was underwater. from where I was in the room, the outside looked a uniform green - the green of the sea. I went to the window and the apartment was clearly under water. I could see the blue-grey silhouette of sharks swimming above the level of where I was, against the bright green water illuminated by sunlight filtering through.
and then, the room, the apartment, and from the feels of it, the entire building rocked violently like a boat caught in the storm. I was thrown off my feet and onto all fours. water seeped in through the floorboards. I hurriedly crawled out of the bedroom, to the living room, as I wanted to be someplace with fewer boxes and stuff bouncing about.
