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Saturday 9th May – Sunday 10th May: 5 months, 23-24 days

Apart from Mothers’ Day, the most notable events of this past weekend were the testing of the toaster oven’s suitability for biscuit making; oh, and my actually making it to a party. Everything I make in the toaster oven at the moment is an experiment because I have no idea if recipes for food cooked in regular ovens (e.g. conventional, fan forced etc that have doors that seal) should or could work in a toaster oven. The excitement of everyday life in Timor!

Julia very kindly assisted me in this endeavour, the most important part of which was eating rather a lot of the biscuit mix before it even made it into the toaster over. After the discovery that the temperature indicator is wrong (there are 6 division dots between the 150 degrees and 200 degree markers instead of five, so there’s no way to accurately measure any normal temperature used in recipes that ends in a 0 or a 5) and an initial burnt lot, things went well and we produced some very nice biscuits.

The little oven really got a workout as I lured Julia, Sally and Frances back later with the promise of passata (basically a tomato based vegie casserole), which is totally my new favourite meal to make. Partly because it is delicious and partly because all the ingredients are fairly common around Dili :)

And I’d like to record that I went to a party last Saturday evening. Yes. A real party, at some guy’s house, built halfway up one of the mountains that edge the south of Dili. The view was astonishingly wonderful – imagine looking out through colonial-style balustrades down a hill and out to the ocean at night – really, now I try to describe it, I realise it’s the kind of view that just doesn’t come out well when you try to describe it.

There’s little more I can say to illustrate how much I enjoyed being able to go out*, except to thank my housemate Angie for having the good sense to have a job where she gets a vehicle, and inviting me; and to record that a room packed with girls from probably ten different countries singing Madonna’s ‘Like a Prayer’ was truly one of the magical moments of my life. Ahh, 80s Madonna, bringing women from all walks of life together.

  • since almost every other time I am thwarted by sickness or lack of transport.

Posted by timortimes 22:23

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