One successful International Potluck Party

Today has been a quiet Sunday, spent mostly smiling smugly to myself and mentally patting myself on the back (ok, a few times actual awkward self patting did happen). I couldn’t help myself, I am just so friggin pleased with myself for pulling off a corker of a potluck party last night! My belly is also pleased, and now cannot remember what it feels like to be the least bit hungry. Ahhhh happiness.

I started a Masters course in September last year and through the course have met some wonderful people from around the world who I now consider great friends. As is the case with many of my friends, we have bonded whilst sharing food, sharing stories, and sharing stories over food, but it’s getting close to the end of the course now and many of my new friends will be returning to their own countries soon. The 9 months since September have flown by with almost impossible speed, and as such I had recently been increasingly panicky that 1. I will have to say a misty-eyed ‘au revior’ to my new friends soon, and, arguably more importantly 2. there’s a lot of food we still need to share! A lot! As a means of dispelling said panic I decided to host a party that would give us all a chance to get together before hibernating into final dissertation cave and share the foods we love from our own countries. And so International Potluck Party was born! 

I was a bit worried as I stood yesterday rolling out bits of haggis in to small balls that maybe the idea was ridiculous and nobody would really bring anything, the way someone tries to host a ‘Grease’ party, spends a fortune on Brylcreem and denim and then all guests turn up looking absolutely normal despite their enthusiasm 3 weeks before. The fret-o-meter levels continued to rise when the first guest, my lovely Thai friend Sue, turned up with a pineapple. “Ummm, great! Do you want me to cut it up?” I said. “No”, Sue said, “I’ll just put it on the table”. Ok.

I need to have more faith in my friends, because then Sue laid the pineapple flat, lifted the top and revealed a glorious display of Thai pineapple fried rice. Actually amazing. Triple points for presentation, wonderful Sue! That moment really set the tone for the party, as mental fret-o-meter was immediately thrown in mental bin! Guests then began to arrive in chatty, smiling groups of friends bearing wonderful smelling foods inspired from round the world! Hand-rolled sushi, Chinese ‘wine chicken’, chilli, sticky pork ribs, lots and lots of things I don’t know the name of but tasted incredible, and of course, haggis balls with whisky sauce. The best part about hosting was getting to keep all the leftovers at the end, and basking in the enjoyment of another tick for the bucket list! Must stop patting, my back is getting sore.

 

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Potluck happiness

Potluck happiness

Aaahhh drool!

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You Are Now At Shopping Altitude

This is laugh out loud funny stuff! Really enjoyed reading this post!

Sips of Jen and Tonic

I love traveling. I enjoy seeing landmarks, feasting on local cuisine, and going to historical museums to get my knowledge on. While I appreciate the luxury of travel, I’m not fond of flying. Between the security pat-down, flight delays, and cramped seating arrangements, it’s just not at the top of my list of things in life I fancy.

On my latest trip to Vegas, I was reminded that one of the things I do really like is the literature that comes in the seat pocket in front of you on the airplane. While I like reading the evacuation instructions and airline-specific magazine, the thing I really look forward to is SkyMall Magazine.

While most of the stuff in there is pretty standard fare, there are some tucked away gems which are so bizarre you have to wonder if the altitude is affecting your perception. I took the liberty…

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I make my debut at King Tuts

I finally made it down to this much talked about venue!

I finally made it down to this much talked about venue!

Last night I finally managed to make it down to the much talked about King Tuts Wah Wah Hut in Glasgow. I’ve lived in Glasgow now for almost three years, and I would say on average 3 or 4 times each year I say ‘I must go to King Tuts’, things happen, life gets in the way and I don’t. But this week I bought myself and a friend tickets to see Welsh up-and-coming (I hope – he deserves it) artist Sweet Baboo as a celebration for handing in our last uni assignment (ok, third-last but who cares!). I had only heard one song on 6 Music so it was one of those occasions where you’re like, ohhh I don’t really care if it’s rubbish but I have brought a friend along and they might think I’m a freak if it’s crap music. Turns out there was nothing to worry about, because this boy delivered! He didn’t manage to conquer the Glasgow semi-circle – not many bands do – but everyone was bopping about to his catchy beats they had probably never heard before. Well done Sweet Baboo, that’s often no easy feat in music-snobby Glasgow.

The venue itself has a great atmosphere, it’s got a spacious bar area where you can enjoy a beer sitting down on a nice seat instead of hovering upright trying to shout over stupidly loud background music while you wait for the next band to come on. Finding bars in Glasgow where you can have a conversation without eventually losing your voice from shouting is far too hard. We need more!

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Out with the old (boots)

Today something embarrassing happened to me. I am cringing when I write this but a friend reminded me just moments ago that embarrassing things happen every day, and in the grand scheme of things it probably wasn’t alllll that bad! But I did fall, actually fall to the ground, in front of quite a lot of people (including a group of builders, god!)

The problem was a combination of a super steep downward slope combined with some boots that badly needed re-heeled, or actually, ditched completely. Anyway I lost grip and managed to do some weird ‘get down on one knee’ manouvre in front of a poor stranger walking up the hill towards me. It looked like the most awkward proposal in the world. I decided right then and there that as soon as I got home, the boots were going in the bin. 

A bit rash, you may think, but the funny thing is I knew the boots had had their day this morning when I put them on. I had one of those ‘hmmm I really should bin these’ moments, but still decided the best course of action would be to put them on, and wear them in public. That was my mistake right there.

So, as one big out with the old in with the new metaphor, I thought today would be a good day to dive in the deep end and write my first blog post (I promise they will get better, I just need to get the creative juices flowing first!). One grazed knee and two very rosy cheeks later and here I am. I’m looking forward to my new blogging life, and a shiny new pair of boots, too!  

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