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Techno wizz or techno snob
As per previous posts, it’s pretty obvious that when it comes to technology, I am a bit slow on the uptake. It’s not that I don’t fully enjoy the benefits that come with new developments in technology; it’s just that it takes me a while to actually want to learn about it. Lucky for me I am surrounded by people who are first of all willing to try new gadgets and second of all, patient enough to teach me.
This, in turn, has led me to the use of what is known as a “smart phone” to which I have indeed become addicted to – and here I thought I was going to be the exception to the rule…
Look I’m still no techno wiz and don’t have a lot of apps (yay, I actually know what that means now) on my phone, but I have come to realise that I might be turning into a techno snob.
I have grown quite fond of the free use of BBM and WhatsApp and this is pretty much how I communicate with… well, just about everyone really. Gone are the days when you meet someone and ask for their number so you can call them, now you get their number so that you can WhatsApp them or even better still, get their BBM pin. This is just how it’s done and how us mere mortals stay in touch. So imagine my surprise when I met someone who went all old skool on me and sent me an SMS. That’s right, you read it – SMS.
I was so confused that for a few moments my fingers forgot how to type and don’t even get me started on running out of characters or pressing ‘send’ before finishing the message. It got to a point where I eventually told him he needs to seriously make a plan and get WhatsApp because this was just ridiculous. I also found that I wasn’t as eager to reply as I normally would be which led me to question whether I have become a techno snob.
To test this theory, I went through my contact list and realised that the people who are not on any instant messaging App, are the same people I hardly speak to anymore (luckily only a few). And in an interesting twist of events, I also came to realise that many people who are on my BBM contact list are not in my phonebook – does this mean that one day telephone numbers will become obsolete? Another ponder for another time.
So yes, it’s official; I have indeed become a techno snob. I should probably change that hey?
OR, everyone should just get instant messaging!
Yes, yes, much better idea (insert instant messaging smiley face here).
Skinny Brownies – whatever!
Om te bak en brou is iets waarvan ek baie hou – oe kyk hoe lekker rym ek nou!
Maar OK, op ‘n ernstige noot of altans ‘n semi-ernstige noot, wanneer die bak gogga my byt dan bak ek graag en so vind ek myself toe mooi in die kombuis met al die gereedskap van ‘n “master chef”.
Nou omdat ek ‘n meisie is, is ek mos bang vir die ekstra winter kombersie wat om ‘n mens se dye kan pak, so ek kry toe nie net enige gewone brownie resep nie, o nee, ek kry vir my ‘n spesiale “skinny brownie” resep. Die einste belowe om soos die “real deal” te proe maar dit bevat baie minder kilojoules en ook minder koolhidrate as ‘n gewone brownie. Dit klink mos nou soos ‘n wenresep as ek al ooit een gesien het!
Hoor hier maar ek slat daar vir jou los en jy sien net bestandele vlieg en hoor klitsers klits en ag dit is net chaos! Kort voor lank toe is die mengsel in die verroverhitte oond en ek stel die “timer” vir 15 minute want die resep se 15 minute en “careful not to overcook”. Ek begin toe die soet ding doen en ruim my, nou baie deurmekaar, kombuis op terwyl ek wag. Toe daar nog so 6 minute oor is op die klok toe meen ek, ek kan mos deur die oond venstertjie loer en kyk hoe mooi alles bymekaar kom.
Nou wat verwag jy om te sien? n Koekerige ding wat mos mooi geleidelik reis of ten minste iets in daai lyn, maar nee, al wat ek sien is ‘n bruin mengelmoes wat bietjie borrel. Kyk daar is nog 6 minute oor so ek gaan nog nie huil nie, maar die knop in my keel begin al vorm. Nee wag-wag, daar lyk dit my ‘n stukkie gaan op – phew!!
Ek draai terug en maak verder skoon en toe ek weer hoor toe is die 15 minute verby. Julle moet verstaan, as ek lus is vir iets, dan is ek LUS vir dit en hierdie brownies soek ek nou al ‘n rukkie. Ek stap ewe trots na die oond toe, sommer met so huppel pas, maar toe ek nog so loer toe stop ek dood in my spore. Binne in die oond wag daar nie ‘n mooi, lekker peuselhappie nie, maar liewers iets wat uit ‘n Stephen King boek uitkom. Die ding het hoeke wat by die bak uitklim terwyl die middel nog plat le. Daar is sulke groot tennis bal hompe wat lyk of hulle enige oomblik gaan ontplof en geboorte gee.
OK, haal asem… Ek maak die oond oop en haal die “alien” uit. “Careful not to overcook” se moer man! Ek skud die bak en my kastige brownies doen ‘n “belly dance”…
Ek sit dit toe maar terug vir nog so 10 minute dinkende dat die 15 minute eintlik 25 moet wees, maar nee, al wat gebeur is meer tennis balle wat vorm en hoeke wat hemel to styg terwyl alles anders agter bly.
Ag nee man, mens kan nie so aanhou sukkel nie. Ek sit maar die oond af, pop die tennis balle en toe val al die kante ook pap. Goed, ek ken ‘n paar mense wat op hierdie stadium die hele ding sal weggooi, maar ek is mos nie iemand wat so maklik opgee nie. Nee wat, ek vat daardie rubber ding, gooi hom in ‘n bord en verdrink dit in room – toe was dit sommer baie eetbaar!
So ja ek het nou nie heeltemal gekry wat ek wou he nie, maar ek het darem een goeie lewensles geleer en dit is dat brownies en skinny moet nooit in dieselfde sin gebruik word nie. Ek kon mos geraai het hierdie “te goed om waar te wees resep” is te goed om waar te wees.
Men are waffles and Women are spaghetti
In school we called it slumber/pajama parties. At university we called it ladies/girls night. Now that we are somewhat older and supposedly wiser, we call it book club/recipe club/basically anything you can attach to the word club. But no matter what label you slap on it, we all