Sunday is usually my baking day. I get up late, read the papers and finally scour books and the Internet for something yummy to make. I'm dying to make Fondant au Chocolat but ramekins are too damn expensive.
This week I found a recipe on boards.ie for, allegedly, the best cookies ever. Mine weren't 100% as I had to substitute milk for one egg, but wow were they chewy. I can't wait to make them again properly. Instead of generic home baking chocolate chips, I chopped up Dairy Milk, Bournville and of course Lindt into big chunks and fine shavings. Two days later they're retaining the chewy-ness and have not gone crispy as of yet. Lovely.
On the other side of things, life in IADT seems to be ripping at the seams. The short, two scene play we're writing, producing and directing has been shot to shit by the lecturer. She fucking hates it. With 20 days to go to until the performance she can jog on if she thinks we're going to start rewriting.
Management is a whole other story. A useless book list, no notes, scarce reference to theory, only two hours of lecture time a week. In 5 weeks I have an exam worth 50%. Hello repeats. Looking forward to the anonymous lecturer evaluation sheet. Very much so.
Despite this, I can look forward to Music on Wednesdays. Ah,the afternoon spent discussing Mtv, punk, country, prog, metal, opera with like- and open-minded folks.
At the moment I'm also working alongside a first year in Visual Arts Practice. I'm writing his introduction/semi review for the 1st year exhibition. That's been quite enjoyable. I'll probably post a link to the final piece.
I need a fucking hair cut.
Mac Hello Kitty SUCKS
Tea with Jan was excellent today.