Fesignerd’s awesomesauce pancakes

Sweet Pancakes

Awesomesauce Pancake Recipe
420 g cake flour
3 ml salt
4 eggs
750 ml water (I find milk makes your pancakes sticky)
50 ml sunflower oil
30 ml brandy
Extra sunflower oil for frying

How to pancakes

  1. Sift the flour and salt together.
  2. Beat the eggs, water, oil and brandy together. Stir into dry ingredients and beat until smooth. Cover and allow to rest for 60 minutes.
  3. Add a few drops of oil or butter to a preheated non-stick frying pan. Tilt the pan to cover the base with the oil.
  4. Using a tomato sauce bottle, squeeze little patterns into your preheated non-stick frying pan. Cook until bubbles appear and the surface appears dry. Flip the pancake and cook until golden.

How to awesomesauce pancakes

Place scoops of ice cream on your super cool shaped pancake. Add a few slices of banana. Repeat this layering as many times as you wish. On your top layer, add whipped cream and chocolate sauce:

Awesomesauce pancakes

Awesomesauce Savory Pancakes
Fill your super cool shaped pancakes with chicken-mayo and bacon strips:

Savory pancakes

Awesomesauce Halloween Pancakes
Make web-shaped pancakes. Decorate them with ice cream, cream and icing spiders:

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Marital Age Restriction PG-28

There should be an age restriction on marriage – couples in love, should only be allowed to marry each other when they are 28 or older.

Fairy tales indoctrinate society. Damsels in distress being rescued by princes on white horses, breeds gender-role expectations that are eating up modern marriages for breakfast. The second wave feminists worked tirelessly to transform the role of women in business. Feminists envisioned that women will educate themselves, pick a career path, and eliminate their dependencies on men. They didn’t quite think that men would have to participate at home, to make this new economic emancipation viable.

Equality in theory is wonderful. The egalitarian model of marriage, seems to be the new trend. It’s forced onto us by society and the economy. The husband in this model respects his wife’s work and shares in family life, never insisting on being in control based on financial earnings or gender.

Women work outside the home and then return to huge responsibilities at home with minimal or no help from the average husband or from social institutions. Many working mothers are overworked and exhausted, and some ultimately become bitter about their overburdened lives.

The reality is that in a world where married partners already work too hard and don’t spend enough time with each other, the addition of children to your life usually eats up the remaining physical and emotional energy you had for each other. Even when you love your children more than life itself, your natural devotion to your children will tear your marriage down to its bedrock.

Men and woman speak different languages, men are usually more logical, and woman are usually more emotional. Linguistic fluency between genders are rare. Even when spouses learn how to “communicate” with each other effectively, they are often surprised to find that they have major differences that are difficult to resolve.

Why only allow marriages when couples are 28 or older? Most people in their early 20’s are mentally disabled when it comes to relationships – Everything has a little “Limitless” glow around it. It’s fairy tales, butterflies and hearts. They believe that they are indestructible, and that every cloud has a silver lining. Today’s fast pace life, economical pressure and gender-role expectations, does not allow any room for young love, making big life-decisions.

My Creamy Kryptonite

Creamy Kryptonite

When it comes to moisturiser… Do less!

Chinese bamboo torture, Lingchi, a Cosa Nostra slowly sawing off my pinky, iron maiden, rat torture, sleep deprivation, solitary confinement… To me, these are on par with moisturiser between my fingers or toes. I will tell any gangster, exactly what they need to know and more, if threatened with a greasy-moisturiser-filled hand or foot message. The sensation and sound freaks me the hell out, so much so that I cringe when other people put lotion on their own hands.

I Googled moisturiser related sensory issues and abnormal hand lotion afflictions. I’m not sure if my Googling skills are weaksauce, or if I’m the only moisturiser-challenged person out there. It would be great if the moisturiser-challenged population was large enough to be Google-worthy. Cosmetics companies would be forced to invent a fast-evaporating, non-greasy, spray-on moisturiser.

Which Parks and Recreation Character Are You?

Design – Designation or Prostitution?

Design Marionette

Designers are not the only victims when it comes to client abuse. I realise that there are several designations where clients feel they pay us to be their monkey-wrenches. As I get a bit older, I realise that a lot of this abuse is frustration caused by a combination of miscommunication, inexperience and immaturity.

As a student, I had passed most subjects cum laude. I came first nationally in most my subjects. I was unbreakable. I was not going to let anyone tell me how to do my job, even if they paid me all the money in the world. As a young designer, I was cocky and supremely self assured. I was building my portfolio, and I wanted it to reflect my skills, not my clients skills. My attitude was way more destructive than productive. I was telling anyone who was willing to listen how unfair the design-world was: “No one would tell a dentist to do their job.” & “Why does every creatively-challenged retard think they’re a designer?” & “Why does every client want to change things, just to put their fingerprint on my perfectly balanced design.”

Obviously the bounty for being a childish, enraged, ill-equipped designer was not very high. My bullheadedness did not result in phenomenal communication skills either. I felt like a prostitute every time I had to give in to a clients design opinion. I felt used, and I fought them as much as I could. I had misplaced inexperience and immaturity for passion and pride.

I am by no means cured from all my bullheadedness. I’m still confident in my work. I have learned however that clients are people, that pay for a product. A clients bad taste does not make you a prostitute – It makes him a tricky client. You need patience, you need good communication skills, and you need to learn how to compromise. You need to fight less and sell more. Always remember, when clients drive you insane with unrealistic expectations – Woosah…

Do less.

How long would I last in a zombie apocalypse.

Zombieness
I watched Zombieland recently. It is a comedy about survivors of a zombie apocalypse, looking to find a sanctuary, free from zombies. The topic has been done to death.

With Zombieland however, it was done in a witty, neurotic, pop-culture, trend setting way. I loved Bill Murray, he was awesomesauce.

The movie made me question my ability to survive a zombie apocalypse. I measured my zombie endurance level, by awarding myself a point, whenever I felt I would naturally follow a Zombieland rule:

  1. “Cardio” I need to get out more. [0]
  2. “Double tap” One of the most sensible survival rules ever. [1]
  3. “Beware of bathrooms” Female public toilets train all woman to be vigilant when using a bathroom. [1]
  4. “Wear seatbelts” Instinct. [1]
  5. “Cast iron skillet” Duel purpose – I do like breakfast food. [1]
  6. “Travel light” Even without a zombie apocalypse. [1]
  7. “Get a kickass partner” [1]
  8. “Bounty paper towels” Music festivals taught me that anti-bacterial wet wipes have more functions. [1]
  9. “Bowling Ball” [0]
  10. “Don’t be a hero”[1]
  11. “Limber up” Refer to rule #1 [0]
  12. “Avoid strip clubs” [1]
  13. “When in doubt, know your way out” [1]
  14. “The buddy system” Padi tought me well. [1]
  15. “Check the back seat” [1]
  16. “Enjoy the little things” [1]
  17. “Swiss army knife” I have a pedicure set that should do what I need it to do. [0]
  18. “Clean socks” [1]
  19. “Hygiene” [1]
  20. “Always have backup” [1]

Whoohoooo, I have an 80% survival rate – So in any zombie film, I’m pretty much the girl who gets killed just before the movie ends. Meh.

How would you do?