The Ash Cloud

Posted on April 21st, 2010 by

So, UK airspace is deemed safe again for air travel. I must say it’s been odd, in a pleasant sort of way, so see such beautiful clear blue skies without the white streaks of air travel marring them. It’s like looking into the sky the way my ancestors would have seen it a century or so ago and that makes me feel a little closer to them. There’s a sort of peace looking into something so vast and yet unmarred.

It’s also been rather odd because Tuesday is usually Repatriation Day for the troops who have fallen in Afghanistan. As Swindon is so close to RAF Lyneham, the building I work in is used as a turn landmark for the military planes bringing them home; this week the skies were free of that sad purpose for the first time since I moved to this town. It added to the peace, I think.

I am amazed at how much the eruption of Eyjafjallajökull has screwed up travel across the world. It’s brought into sharp focus how reliant we are upon a form of travel that has been around for less than a century. It’s also disturbed me to think that no contingency plans are in place for this sort of event: we’ve been blissfully buzzing around in the skies thinking that nothing could touch air travel but that’s simply not true. Eyjafjallajökull is small in comparison to its big sister Katla and in many cases in the past, the eruption of Eyjafjallajökull has preceded an eruption of Katla. Maybe the nations of the world will learn to PUT TOGETHER A CONTINGENCY PLAN in case that happens instead of (metaphorically) sticking their fingers in their ears and going “la la la that’ll never happen”.

I really do feel for the people who have been stuck in countries other than their own (in some it sounds as though they’ve been treated almost like criminals); I have at least four family members who are making their way back from Spain by car because a friend has gone to pick them up. However, when I listen to aviation authorities griping about how the flight ban should have been lifted days ago my blood begins to boil. I wouldn’t be surprised if those comments weren’t made on any scientific basis but rather by the sight of profits going down the pan. Yes, it is going to affect air lines but surely they should have been be worried about being certain that nothing will happen to the planes rather than just the lack of money coming it; after all if they’d made the wrong call and something had happened then people might have thought twice about using air travel for a long, long time. Whatever the cost of closing the airspace above most of Europe, it’s not worth the cost of even one life if something had gone wrong.

And if I see any whining from the aviation authorities on the news over the next few days, it’s going to really hack me off. They should have planned for this eventuality; it’s not as though Eyjafjallajökull or Katla haven’t turned active before!

Edit @06:50: Oh, yeah, and the same applies for political parties. More policies, less mud slinging on this particular issue, please..

It’s also quite scary to realise how Eyjafjallajökull is now the first volcano to erupt and yet have a carbon-negative effect on our atmosphere; volcanoes chuck up a heck of a lot of carbon into the atmosphere so it just goes to show how much more carbon we pump into the Earth’s atmosphere on a regular basis. The question we need to ask ourselves is do we really NEED to make all those journeys?

If we’re wise, we’ll start to re-evaluate how we use air travel (easier said than done, I know, considering how dependant we are on it) but, being the human race, how likely is that to happen? I guess I just have to hope that I’ll be surprised.

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Tea: A Very British Institution

Posted on April 14th, 2010 by

The last hour at work today was a bit of a doozy and I guess I responded to it in a very British way: as soon as I got home I walked straight into the kitchen and put on the kettle for a cup of tea. There’s something about a cup of tea that just seems to put the world to rights no matter what’s gone wrong. I tend to refer to it as “a hug in a mug”.

Teapot, Tea Cup and Tea Strainer

For much of my life, I’ve been an ‘English Breakfast with 2 sugars and milk’ girl but since I left home at 18 I’ve found the wonder of all the different types of tea out there: black tea, green tea, herbal tea just to name a few of the broad groupings. I’ve gagged on overstewed peppermint tea (which, admittedly, put me off herbal tea for a good 6 months afterwards) and been taught how to taste tea properly in a Chinese Teahouse outside the Temple of Heaven in Beijing to show the two extremes of my tea-orientated experiences.

Nowadays I seem to have left my old stalwart brew behind me for the most part (it’s only ever 1 sugar these days) and, instead, I’ve embraced the plethora of herbal teas out there. If I need my “hug in a mug” it tends to be rooibos tea instead of English Breakfast because it tastes sweeter to me and doesn’t have the sour after taste of tannin.

I adore Pukka teas; I always feel my cupboards are lacking in something when I don’t have a box of Pukka Tea in them. Just the smell of the teabags is enough to put me in a good mood (my favourites at the moment are the Detox and Harmonise flavours).

Drinking one’s tea at home is all well and good, but one of my favourite things to do is to find a nice tea shop and have a bit of a chill. By far my favourite one to day is Camellia Sinensis on Carnaby Street in London. It’s a small teashop but incredibly cosy and you pick your tea from the jars on the shelves! I went there with my friend, Ali, last month and instantly fell in love with the place. Their tea blends are exquisite – I splashed out and bought a packet of their ‘Beautiful Skin’ tea which really does seem to work!

In short, though tea won’t solve all the world’s woes, it certain seems to make one feel better while soothing a frazzled soul. I’m off to enjoy my cuppa; may your teapot be full and your brew strong (unless you like weak tea, then may it be weak ;P).

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Garbage in, garbage out

Posted on April 11th, 2010 by

Yes, yes, I know I’ve used an American-ism and it should be “rubbish in, rubbish out” because I’m British but, in this case, the title sounds better this way.

Right, so, onto the point. With my bordering-on-crazy exercise regime at the moment I’ve been thinking a lot about food and not in the “I can eat all the crap I want” kind of way, but rather the complete opposite. I’ve become incredibly aware of the fact that the human body is a finely-tuned machine and, if it doesn’t get the right kind of fuel, it starts to fail like a petrol car with diesel in the tank.

I look back on my diet as it was in my teens and into my early twenties and feel a little ashamed. Don’t get me wrong, my parents made sure I had healthy meals at home but when I was at school I bought all kinds of rubbish from the school canteen. Oh yes, and, sin of all sins, I didn’t eat breakfast on weekdays until my friend Paul harangued me into eating the ‘most important meal of the day’ – I was 19 when that happened. I could easily put away a 140g bar of popular milk chocolate (think ‘A Glass And a Half Full’) in around 20 minutes and let’s not even get onto my love affair with cheese. At the time, I thought all that rich food was making me happy but I’m starting to conclude that really, on so many different levels, they were making me incredibly unhappy.

I’m not saying these foods shouldn’t be eaten, but rather that I shouldn’t have been eating them in the quantities I was eating them in. I should also have eaten breakfast as a child (yes, yes, I have now see the error of my ways on that account).

So, back to the present and the attempt to give my body the best fuel possible. As I mentioned before, I’ve been vegetarian for (oh gosh, seriously?!?) 9 years now so I’ve been pretty good about trying different sources of protein (TVP, tofu, Quorn, pulses, dairy products, chickpea-based foods etc), and I’ve always loved vegetables and fruit, but it’s only been recently that I’ve also experimented with different types of grains – I’ve recently added spelt to my list of wholegrains I really like eating as it makes a really nice risotto but tastes different to normal risotto rice.

Just to demonstrate – tonight’s yummy dinner was mushroom and spinach spelt ‘risotto’ with japanese style tofu, the last bit of the ‘Quorn roast’ my aunt sent me home with last week, salad and goats cheese. Mmmmm, gastronomic heaven.

Out of interest, does anyone know if buckwheat is any good?

It’s been a bit of a culinary renaissance in my life (considering my carbohydrate-sources of choice for most of my life have been potatoes, bread and pasta). I love trying new flavours and textures in food and knowing that I’m also being responsible with my body at the same time just adds to the enjoyment. Which makes me a bit sad when I see people like Jamie Oliver being given a hard time for promoting good, healthy food that isn’t going to give you a coronary by the time you’re 30! I really hope people wise-up to the fact he’s doing them a favour and not protesting against junk food just because he can. If they’d only look over the top of their super-sized burgers for a moment they might see what a wonderful world of yummy and nutritious food there is out there.

Ok, I’d better stop that rant before I really get going. My own personal experience of fuelling myself with nutritious food has been that I’m losing the flab, my skin (which is rather prone to spots) is much clearer and I feel so much happier/energetic. I almost can’t believe the difference! I really hope other people take note and find the same thing is true for them.

I guess I’d like to end with a yummy gift of a recipe: Random Soup, which was born out of my creating soup out of what I had in my cupboards at the time (hence the random). Now it’s getting warmer, I’m going more for couscous during my lunchtime at work but this soup became a staple meal during the winter. I tend to be rather used to subtle flavours so if the soup’s too subtle for you then I guess adding tomato purée would make it more tomatoe-y.

I warn you now, my way of cooking is rather organic and sometimes the measurements are approximate because I don’t always weigh things out. To my mind cooking, unlike baking, isn’t so much of a science as an art – you’ve got to go with what feels right for you. Just experiment until you find what works for you.

Random Soup – makes around 4-5 servings

Drizzle of vegetable or olive oil
½ medium onion (chopped)
½ tsp crushed garlic
2 carrots (roughly cubed)
1 small-ish potato (roughly cubed) – (you see what I mean about approximations?)
100g red lentils (the kind you don’t have to soak before hand; washed)
1 can chopped tomatoes
Herbs and spices: dash of mild chilli pepper, dash of mixed herbs, 2 bay leaves, salt and pepper
3/4 pint of vegetable stock.
40(ish)g spinach

1. Prepare the stock.
2. Saute the chopped onion and garlic in the oil. Once the onion is clear add the stock, herbs and spices.
3. Add the potatoes and carrots and simmer until starting to soften.
4. Add the lentils and chopped tomatoes. Simmer until lentils are soft.
5. REMOVE THE BAY LEAVES.
6. Add the spinach and simmer for a few minutes.
7. Remove from heat and allow to cool for 5 minutes, then whizz the whole lot in a blender (I generally have to split it into 2 portions to blitz it all).
8. If you’re going to eat it straight away then return to the heat until it starts to bubble then serve with bread, otherwise spoon into containers for another time.

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