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Tora
Nacho Supreme
Hola amigo!
Today I'm going to tell you how to cook something that is not Norwegian at all!. It might not be mexican either, but let's pretend like it is.
Anyway.
- Nacho chips/ tortilla chips, the one you prefer
- An oven heated to +180 C
- Cheese, I prefer a light cheddar
- bacon!
- salsa
Start by squeezing lemons, freezing them with tequila and serve it in cold glasses edged with salt. This is called a margherita, and is vital for the recipe to function. After getting suitably comfortable within the world of spirits:
Empty the lot of chips on a tray, slice the cheese and cover most of the chips, make sure you always have some spare cheese you can give to the drooling rottweiller beside you.
Fry up tha bacon and empty it over the nachos n' cheese. Use a spoon to spread salsa over the top, if you're serving this to others than yourself, use mild salsa, I'm not joking. I don't care if "you have balls", the salsa flavour isn't supposed to dominate everything, and you are allowed to serve hot! - salsa at the side if you want.
Now slam the tray in the oven and time it for about 7 minutes. Use this time wisely to stack all the dishes and your mess into one corner of the kitchen and have some more margherita.
When the timer lets you know, check if the cheese has melted and is bubbling. Don't let it stay in for longer than 10 minutes in total, the nachos are supposed to be warmed and not burnt.
When it all looks perfect for your needs, take it out of the oven and serve hot.
if you'd like, best served with:
Guacamole and Sour cream to soothe a sensitive tongue, also hot salsa at the side for specially interested.
Can't go wrong! If you're a bad cook, just get your guests suitably drunk and they wont ever know.
Today I'm going to tell you how to cook something that is not Norwegian at all!. It might not be mexican either, but let's pretend like it is.
Anyway.
You will Need:
- Nacho chips/ tortilla chips, the one you prefer
- An oven heated to +180 C
- Cheese, I prefer a light cheddar
- bacon!
- salsa
Start by squeezing lemons, freezing them with tequila and serve it in cold glasses edged with salt. This is called a margherita, and is vital for the recipe to function. After getting suitably comfortable within the world of spirits:
Empty the lot of chips on a tray, slice the cheese and cover most of the chips, make sure you always have some spare cheese you can give to the drooling rottweiller beside you.
Fry up tha bacon and empty it over the nachos n' cheese. Use a spoon to spread salsa over the top, if you're serving this to others than yourself, use mild salsa, I'm not joking. I don't care if "you have balls", the salsa flavour isn't supposed to dominate everything, and you are allowed to serve hot! - salsa at the side if you want.
Now slam the tray in the oven and time it for about 7 minutes. Use this time wisely to stack all the dishes and your mess into one corner of the kitchen and have some more margherita.
When the timer lets you know, check if the cheese has melted and is bubbling. Don't let it stay in for longer than 10 minutes in total, the nachos are supposed to be warmed and not burnt.
When it all looks perfect for your needs, take it out of the oven and serve hot.
if you'd like, best served with:
Guacamole and Sour cream to soothe a sensitive tongue, also hot salsa at the side for specially interested.
Can't go wrong! If you're a bad cook, just get your guests suitably drunk and they wont ever know.
by
Tora
Food fanatic
I woke up with the word "fanatic" in my head this morning, and I don't know why. I then proceeded to do what I like to do the most, which is to eat food.
So somehow, these two words got added together to create a seperate category of "Food Fanatics". Then I got to think of how great that would make it on my CV for later, you know:
- blah blah blah
- English and Norwegian pretty fluent, some random french
- Basic ability to understand Swedish and Danish
- Can count to ten in both Italian and German
- Sometimes I can remember the alphabet
- Know major parts of the times table
- Can draw chicken blindfolded
- Is also a Food Fanatic.
See how the Food Fanatic sort of finishes it all off so well? It adds elegance and gives an impression of having a rank, a meaning to yourself. Like a person that is engaged in political matters, or a person that is working hard to remove Nynorsk from the Norwegian students curriculum. And fanatic sounds so sophisticated if you don't know the exact meaning of it, you know. When you're not aware of it actually being obsessed with something.
I just need to define it. What is a Food Fanatic?
So somehow, these two words got added together to create a seperate category of "Food Fanatics". Then I got to think of how great that would make it on my CV for later, you know:
- blah blah blah
- English and Norwegian pretty fluent, some random french
- Basic ability to understand Swedish and Danish
- Can count to ten in both Italian and German
- Sometimes I can remember the alphabet
- Know major parts of the times table
- Can draw chicken blindfolded
- Is also a Food Fanatic.
See how the Food Fanatic sort of finishes it all off so well? It adds elegance and gives an impression of having a rank, a meaning to yourself. Like a person that is engaged in political matters, or a person that is working hard to remove Nynorsk from the Norwegian students curriculum. And fanatic sounds so sophisticated if you don't know the exact meaning of it, you know. When you're not aware of it actually being obsessed with something.
I just need to define it. What is a Food Fanatic?
by
Tora
Stinky has left the building
My only big brother moved out of the house today.
You will know him as Skjalg, which is ancient norwegian for "Cross-eyed" or "bent", but I have also granted him other nicknames, such as "Sharky-tom", "Glaiks", "Glarg" and "Stinky". He seemed relieved about finally leaving. So did I.
In fact.
I didn't just seem relieved, I am relieved. But we're mostly talking general pleasure of privacy!
Because he didn't just go to live in our grandparents basement to study and get fat, he also left a void.
Granting me a new bedroom in the attic, a box full of batteries, a drawer full of condoms, some CD's, a tin full of coins and countless porn-magazines.
So I'll get plenty of privacy to listen to music, read un-sophisticated literature while stuffing condoms full of batteries and flipping coins.
After eight years sleeping in a hallway, you understand why I'm finally happy about getting Stinky out of the way. So, so long Stinky!
Take care! <3
You will know him as Skjalg, which is ancient norwegian for "Cross-eyed" or "bent", but I have also granted him other nicknames, such as "Sharky-tom", "Glaiks", "Glarg" and "Stinky". He seemed relieved about finally leaving. So did I.
In fact.
I didn't just seem relieved, I am relieved. But we're mostly talking general pleasure of privacy!
Because he didn't just go to live in our grandparents basement to study and get fat, he also left a void.
Granting me a new bedroom in the attic, a box full of batteries, a drawer full of condoms, some CD's, a tin full of coins and countless porn-magazines.
So I'll get plenty of privacy to listen to music, read un-sophisticated literature while stuffing condoms full of batteries and flipping coins.
After eight years sleeping in a hallway, you understand why I'm finally happy about getting Stinky out of the way. So, so long Stinky!
Take care! <3
by
Tora
Jellyfish is teh mean to me
Yesterday, I woke up with Gnarls Barkley's "Smiley Faces" in my head. So I had to battle with LimeWire for ages before it would finally give me a song that was not a faux. I then felt like a guilty pirate and I bought "Smiley faces" from iTunes instead.
I then had breakfast with my strange family, it was my cancer-infected-stepdads birthday, so we had set it all up nicely. We then packed our stuff and went to the beach! It was lovely weather and it was all wonderful and we were all alone and topless. My older sister and my older brother went to a very famous (and expensive) bakery called Pascal and bought this delicious chocolate cake that we enjoyed at the beach.
We even made our freaky water-hating rottweiller dive into the sea by own free will. Though as we went for a last little dip, this tiny jellyfish came out of nowhere when I was underwater, it had these long thread-tentacle thingies and grabbed my face and the entire right side of my body! Eeep. It hurt quite a lot. It was stinging and itching and hurting, making me restlessly moving around. Went home right after and hopped in the shower.
Then rubbed myself with the gel of wonders called Fenistil. It made it all better, in case of my face, it made the pain go completely away.
It certainly saved my day.
Thank you Fenistil, I love you!
by
Tora
Nigella
I'm sure you've seen the TV-chef called Nigella Lawson. If I was a man I'd grab her by the ankles and drag her home with me! I'd club her in the head unless she cooked me lime parfaits and large buckets of chocolate mousse, then only to enjoy the meal together with her and her sparkly eyes.
I'm surely not obsessed with her! It's the thing that she does with the food she makes! Just the towers of cream, the tilting mountains of whatever deep fried and custard-filled. Whatever it would be next, it would be tender or soft or chilling-numb, perhaps even softly warm. The food! The way she stirs it, watches the butter melt and crackle until she pours batter in the pan and let's out satisfying "f-shhhhhs"es. She'll lick her fingers and hum with pleasure.
Just, somebody grab that woman!
And YES - before anyone asks - I have recently been watching BBC Food. Now go get Nigella Lawson before anyone else does it. Do it! Do it right now!
How are you by the way? Nice seeing you again. And like that, I close my post number 100. //Saluté!
I'm surely not obsessed with her! It's the thing that she does with the food she makes! Just the towers of cream, the tilting mountains of whatever deep fried and custard-filled. Whatever it would be next, it would be tender or soft or chilling-numb, perhaps even softly warm. The food! The way she stirs it, watches the butter melt and crackle until she pours batter in the pan and let's out satisfying "f-shhhhhs"es. She'll lick her fingers and hum with pleasure.
Just, somebody grab that woman!
And YES - before anyone asks - I have recently been watching BBC Food. Now go get Nigella Lawson before anyone else does it. Do it! Do it right now!
How are you by the way? Nice seeing you again. And like that, I close my post number 100. //Saluté!
by
Tora
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