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It occurs to me, even though half the fun in Macau is making someone else cook for me, I will want to cook some of this stuff when I get home, so i should write it down.

Key ingredients: ginger, spring onions, coriander. Which is pretty much how I roll anyway, with this sort of thing.

Tonight, however, we had:

Chicken and mushroom claypot. Pretty much as it sounds, with a hefty dose of soy in the pot, and thick slices of garlic. Onion, big chunks of ginger, carrot, mushroom and chicken, sprigs of coriander, simmered in a claypot for however long. Pepper, too, I think, in the stock.

Fried beef mince and potato. Again, as it sounds, small bits of onion, no ginger, tiny cubes of crispy brown potato, maybe some light soy, garlic to fry in. Quite salty - the soy, but maybe something else. I assume the potato is a portuguese thing.

So there we go, recorded for prosperity, and because Thorf asked about the food. Also, at the Macau Food Festival, which has just finished, we had awesome szechuan dumplings all laced together with some kind of fried batter.

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Or, "Thou shalt not suddenly realise that thou art doing bicep curls to the techno remix of _Cry, Little Sister_, lest thou recoil in horror and drop a 30 lb dumbbell on thy foot. Because it fucking hurts."

The trouble with good weekends, as I may have remarked ere now, is that they underscore just how brief and pathetic the weekends really are, and can plunge you into a fugue of depression as you contemplate yet another Monday morning at the office, or in my case at a conference full of sad geeks who are just going to bitch about how impossible the IMS LO spec is to implement, and look smug at having managed to extract information no-one will ever give a damn about from learning objects no-one will ever actually use because the entire concept of "shared content" between schools, let alone countries, would have failed to take off anyway under the weight of lumbering bureaucracy, hideously labrynthine international IP concerns, tha failure of Esperanto, and the fact that it's just stupid even had it not been technically all-but-hamstrung by the spectacularly useless "specification" that we could have predicted from a joint IEEE/IETF/GOTUS/random-academia committee.

Christ. I didn't think I could get any more cynical than I was when I started typing that sentence. Wasn't I wrong.

Anyway. )

Right. I promised pictures. This is me, not looking as buff as I would like. Ignore the goofey expressions - I hadn't realised my face was in shot :)

I'm sure, btw, that I look buffer than this in real life, and [livejournal.com profile] bunnikins confirms that :)

Frontal pose
Actually, the shoulders in this one are ok - you can see the delts sloping down and then the shoulders bulging. And the biceps aren't so bad, just sheathed in a little too much fat. And that belly is much less than it was six months ago.

Back pose
Again, the delts are ok (Uh, I think they're delts. The bit sloping down from the neck to the shoulders), and the lats would actually be pretty impressive if I lost the love handles. Though then I'd probably lose half the lats, too :) You can also see, I think, on the right arm some definition starting to happen on the shoulder/bicep area, too.

Front pose, again
Again, I think that particularly on the right side, you can start to see definition between the shoulder and the bicep, rather than just a contiguous bulge. That's pretty exciting, let me tell you. Also a little from the shoulders to the pecs.

More in 6 months, when I look like teh Vin.


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