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HOWTO: Epic Lazy Lemon Slice

Monday, February 8, 2010

I made a lemon slice and took it into work today. If you like lemon slice too, and wish to make your own, here is the laziest recipe IN THE WORLD. There is absolutely no baking involved and you only spend about three minutes with your saucepan and ten minutes mixing stuff total.

For the slice, you’ll need:

  • one 250g pack of plain bickies — Marie, Milk Arrowroot, or Granita would be lovely here — basically whatever you can find in your biscuit aisle that’s sweet and crumbles well.
  • about 100g butter
  • 1 cup condensed milk
  • a fairly average handful of lemon zest (you can use bottled lemon juice if your local lemon tree looks a bit iffy)
  • 2 cups shredded coconut

For the topping:

  • about 40g butter
  • 2 cups icing sugar
  • 3 tablespoons of lemon juice
  • a bit more of that excellent coconut

Grease and line a baking tin. (Don’t freak! We won’t be baking! I promised.) Leave enough paper sticking out the top so that you can pull the slice out easily!

Take your biscuits and mash them into relatively chunky crumbs. Do this with your food processor by pulsing a few times. Or do what I do and bash them with a rolling pin in a bag, which is excellent fun and terrifies neighbours and pets alike. You don’t want this to be too powdery.

Chop the butter into little squares. Heat the condensed milk and butter on a very low heat in a pan, stirring all the time, till the butter is melted and the condensed milk is relatively warm but not bubbly. This will burn like a motherfucker if you let it get too warm or allow it to settle, so beware. I guess you could use a microwave as well.

Use a wooden spoon to mix most of your crumbs, all your zest, and most of your milky stuff together in a bowl (we’re reserving some of the crumbs and milk in case our mixture needs more dry or wet). Give it a good mix and assess the crumbliness! It should be roughly the consistency of Anzac biscuit mix at this point. Add more biscuit or milk if it needs it. Taste a little to see if it is lemony enough! Then spoon it into the pan and pat it down in a nice, flat layer.

Put this in the fridge to chill, and then go do something else. I whiled away the time shooting dodgy mercenaries in Mass Effect 2, pew pew pew.

After about 60-90 minutes of chilling, it’s time to make the icing. Mix the butter, icing sugar and lemon juice together. Don’t melt the butter, just mix it in. Spread it on your chilled slice in a nice even layer, using your trusty spatula. Sprinkle a little more coconut on top. Chill for a couple more hours to set the icing.

To remove it from the pan, pull it up by the paper like I told you and slap it on a plate. Cut that bugger up and eat!

If you are going to take it into work on a 35º day like I did, it would be prudent to put an ice pack in with it to keep it reasonably firm.

I am willing to guess that this is really good with limes, but I’ve never tried. You can also use candied lemon slices in a layer between the slice and icing, or on top, for EPIC TANG.

iSnack 2.0? Seriously?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Here’s a fine example of crowdsourcing as barrel-scraping: that new unnamed Vegemite-and-cheese spread thingy is now known as iSnack 2.0,. It is neither funny nor original: trademarked already, oops!, not to mention a little iThing with Apple.

On the one hand, I find it really hard to believe that there wasn’t a better name in over 16,000 unique offerings. On the other, I wouldn’t be especially surprised. The average punter is exactly that: average. Brand management isn’t exactly something any dickhead off the street can do.

On the OTHER other hand, it’s probably just that Kraft’s marketing people find a tired old nerd joke about iThis and something-point-oh-that to be the pinnacle of edginess and hilarity.

I said “do you speaka my language?” She just smiled and gave me an iSnack 2.0 sandwich (jemapellekim)

Meh.

Paywalls and News

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Sure, I’m up for a whinge.

Fairfax and News announce they’ll charge for online content and the entire ecosystem of Douche 2.0s proceeds to crow happily about the death of “heritage” media, while updating their poorly designed, poorly edited, $2.50/month-on-Adsense blogs. Whoopee for “citizen journalism.”

Apparently there’s some interest in a two tier thing:

Fairfax was looking at a number of pay models, including offering readers two levels of access - free entry for a mass audience, with a charge for ”more upmarket, high quality data”.

Data, by which you mean… what? Upmarket, also?

Mr McCarthy said a two-level scheme could work for Fairfax’s new national online news, commentary and analysis site, nationaltimes.com.au, to be launched next month, initially free.

What’s “more upmarket?” Am I supposed to pay for looking at past reviews of bar and restaurant reviews? Do I get pop from The Vine for free, but then have to pay for the thoughtful relevance of the opinions and letters?

”We have a monetisation challenge,” said Mr McCarthy. ”We’re certainly getting the [online] traffic. We’re getting the advertising, but it’s not a user-paid model in terms of the reader.”

Point the first, here’s your monetisation challenge: How about I buy the Age in paper form, and ignore the ads there too?

Point the second, what happens if all the decent reporting is locked away behind paywalls? Are we going to be stuck with amateur “citizen journalists” repeating rumours they heard on Twitter?

Don’t whinge and say “well mainstream media sux too omg,” because a decent journo with a quality bullshit filter still beats some pimply-faced yoof’s two-minute brainfarts on YouTube any day of the week. And sure, there’s some good indie reporting going on, but it’s damn hard to find in amongst all the faffing about over whether Lady Gaga has a penis.

An "I TOLD you so" moment

Thursday, August 13, 2009

On Twitter, again: I had a giggle at this from one Mr. Robert Scoble, who has just discovered that trimming your friends means better quality.

2. Because I personally care about everyone I am following their noise level is a LOT lower. Think about it. Hearing from some stranger that they ate a peanut butter sandwich isn’t very interesting. Hearing that from someone you care about, like, say, my brother, is a lot more interesting.

For me, my major learning of social networks is that you should be very choosy on who to listen to and who to put into your view.

Gee whiz, what a revelation.

You know, about a year ago I @replied Scoble in response to some tweet he made about how awesome he thought it was to follow eighty bajillion people (which I can no longer find in Twitter Search: fail) and said I doubted that he’d actually be able to properly comprehend a relentless firehose of whatever:

@Scobleizer, I really fail to believe you when you say you read new posts every two seconds. See, yes. Comprehend?

I followed that up with something to do with social media, actual friends, and a meaningful experience (can’t find that either) at which point he had a whinge at me:

@raena: come here and I’ll show you a meaningful experience. It’s pretty clear you have no clue about my capabilities.

He then had a little spaz and blocked me.

Now, I don’t want to be MUCH of an arsehole here, Robert, but I do love a good “I told you so!” moment.

Isn’t the quality of your Twitter friends timeline a whole shitload better now that you’re not just indiscriminately following everything that moves?

Yet Another Reason to Love the Kindle

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Without a cover, no one need know that you’re getting your fix of cheesy vampire action.

It can’t be put much more succinctly than this:

I’d also point out that once our reading material is a matter of privacy between the reader and the material, it should allow for a nice bit of freedom from the judging gawkers on the metro, whose leering can be either a source of pride or embarrassment. Holding the New Yorker on a train, for example, is not just a quiet subway read, it’s also something of a conspicuous announcement to the train. Clutching Infinite Jest on the metro is the literary equivalent of holding a megaphone next to your ear while you listen to Rachmaninoff, loudly, and animate the arpeggios with your fingers. A bit of discretion won’t kill us.

Death to scornful poseurs.

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