Plantine and custard...the joys of student cooking.

Having lived in student accommodation little over a week now I am starting to notice certain things about student diets

It's really not healthy...at all. If there wasn't a decent (cheap!) swimming pool down the road I would start to fear for what waistline I actually possess.

There seem to be maybe 4 attempts at gaining sustenance.

Sams version: anything in a can will do (it helps if the can opener works, which mine does not fail!)

Kishans version: Get Mum to cook it and freeze it thank god for microwaves! (which thankfully does work)

Drunken any of us: will often be found in the local takeaways ranging from Pizza hut to Sams chicken the local KFC knock off

My version appears to be: attempt to cook and and when all else fails there's always cereal.

My mini roast chicken (chicken breasts with stuffing wrapped in bacon) didn't cook properly then tasted weird. My 'Omelet' (a word i use in the loosest sense) looked more like lumpy scrambled eggs. Thank god for sugar puffs!

Living in east London means I have easy access to all sorts of ingredients but does mean I have to quickly learn to discern bananas from plantine, something that is definitely a talent of mine, after attempting to eat plantine with custard and wondering why it tasted funny.
Another tip would be do not leave plantine on top of the fridge out of eye line to ripen; when Sam found them a week and a half later...ew

Nom nom nom!

Did you know pork scratchings are made out of fried pigs foreskins?

Did you know pork scratchings are made out of fried pigs foreskins?



This is what my flatmate Sam thought was appropriate breakfast talk sat around the kitchen table with his bowl of cinnamon grahams and my bacon sandwich.



Who says that living with guys isn't an education
It seems to me despite the fact my lectures don't start until Monday morning (SQUEE!) I'm already learning fast, and even scarier is the fact I'm turning into my mother.



After struggling to squish the contents of the kitchen bin into its bag to take down to the main bin, I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying one of mums top ten nags 'The cartons will squash better if they have the lids off you know'



I know coming to Uni was going to be a time to grow up, but leaping 40 years in a week seems a little drastic to me. I live in hope that this is just an odd form of homesickness that will soon pass because if I find myself berating the guys for leaving puddles on the bathroom floor one more time I may have to do something drastic.


Other than that life seems to be progressing in a fairly normal manner, though next time i get visitors at 3am I will remember to put trousers on so comments such as 'nice pants Rach' will not become a frequent occurrence (please note I was asleep and not in the habit of roaming my flat in my pants)

So lectures tomorrow, spose I should actually get ready, pack bag etc, or I could go get tea mmm food

Now where are my shoes.....

I've Arrived!!!!!!!

Well I'm finally here after several stressful days due to flat deposits and what not I have finally arrived!

My Dad's car is obviously a Ford Tardis, its the only conceivable way that all of my many, MANY boxes fitted in the back. But fit they did and off we zoomed to the place known as 'East London'

My room is not too bad really, typical unite student housing apparently according to my friend Amanda who mailed me to say that her room was almost identical. But here's a pic for all interested parties. I made it as homely as possibly as soon as possibly mostly to detract from the hideous curtains and dated furnishings, but it will do. Home after all comes in all shapes, sizes and decors.

Living in Uni halls are already turning into an experience I won't be forgetting any time soon, such as being woken at half one my very first night by the fire alarm. Courtesy of a polish student called Vicroft who decided it would be a clever idea to kill a rouge wasp that had landed on the smoke detector with lashings of....deodorant. Setting off the alarm and waking up the majority of residents in the process, I knew I didn't like wasps for a reason.

My flatmates appear to be sane so far, though many of my visitors sanity are still up for debate. After opening my door to two girls asking 'Does a bloke live here?'. I replied in the affirmative stating I in fact have two male flatmates, though as of then neither of them were home. 'Are they our bloke?' came back the reply. Turns out the were in fact looking for the now infamous Vicroft who resides on the 4th floor...not the 8th my current address lol

Anyway induction is tomorrow lovely early start of 9am! But off to hit the student union bar with new flat mate Sam, who despite having only lived here 3 hours I have already seen shirtless.

The joys of student life? Who knows....

O the joys of packing

As a woman I often find my self packing days if not weeks in advance for a trip away. Unlike someone I could mention (Yes Alex that means you) who can pack the DAY of leaving and still have everything they need in a concise little bag that weighs next to nothing.

Me on the other hand, I'm beyond disorganised, I will always, always forget something. I once went to stay with my Dad for a few days and forgot to pack any knickers at all. So needless to say I've been packing for Uni...for months. I for one do not want to turn up at freshers week only to relises all my underwear is still neatly folded...oo alright crumpled in a ball.. in my top draw back home.

The only problem with this is that the more I try to pack things the more they seem to escape their boxes and reappear in my room. I'm forever repacking my books at the moment as every time I decide this is the last time I go rummaging for that book that I just have to read right now I suddenly realise I need another book... that just so happens to be in the bottom of the box, soon once again I'm sat on the spare room floor; buried up to my knees in books and about to cry when I realise I'm going to have to repack it AGAIN!

Maybe I should just get Mum to do it.....

Results Day!

Exams are nerve racking; but at least I know I'm in control. After that final exam paper gets whisked off by a thoroughly bored looking invigilator it's all up to the dreaded 'examiners'.

Seems I can't have a results day without blubbering all down the front of Alex's T-shirt (I'm sure it will dry out soon) but at least today I had excuse. These were THE results dun dun dur! Deciders of our destiny...

OK bit over dramatic, but it is true that these results make the difference between either another year of college slog/getting a job OR 3 years at the university of your choice with the hope of a larger wage packet at the other end.

Thankfully for some unknown reason the University of East London has taken pity on me and I will therefore be attending their course on Photography and Creative Writing SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Honestly thought I'd completely screwed up when I opened my envelope to find 2 D's staring at me (hence Alex's wet shirt) but I made it now its just the next big step I have to contend with....

UNI!

Within the next month I'm expected to leave home to live with a flat full of strange (and possibly smelly) people I don't know, master the art of something called 'cooking' and completely bankrupt myself in the process of attaining a 4by4 square called 'my room'.

Over the next 3 years I'll encounter many things (all this assuming I don't get hit by a bus on moving day) and I plan to share it all with you lovely people as I fall over every hurdle, up every step and even further in love with life.

Now to my next challenge.......Packing.