Demonetising my Meta data

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I just went through and checked all of these settings. Not only is Facebook a privacy nightmare, Zuckerberg’s pivot to right-wing broligarch is sickening. I’d delete my accounts entirely except it’s my main way of communicating with some family members back in the US. At least I can limit how much I contribute to their coffers.

Homewares

I was excited yesterday to find at a Mittagong antique shop a set of 6 placemats depicting artworks from the famous Australian artist Tom Roberts. Mr. Snook was similarly excited to find a red metal EAT napkin holder for $2 at the Vinnies. šŸ˜‚ā¤ļø

The Myth of the Papal Toilet Chair

Itā€™s weird that a lot of the media I have consumed lately – Wolf Hall, The Tudors, and Conclave – revolves around cardinals and Popes. Yesterday I was talking about papal conclaves with Rodd and he told me in all seriousness that they check the genitals of every papal candidate these days. ā€œWhat?! No way,ā€ I scoffed. ā€œYes way! Itā€™s because there was a lady Pope once. They even have a special chair,ā€ he claimed. A few minutes of research later, I crowed as I revealed to him that the papal toilet chair is a myth. He remains disappointed.

The Quoin and Canva

A company in Tasmania has purchased an ecologically-damaged 5000-hectare property called The Quoin that they are restoring and rewilding. I was stunned when reading this story to realise that the folks behind this effort are my friends Cameron Adams and Lisa Miller from Canva.

The news story was linked on Metafilter, and hereā€™s what I wrote as a comment there:

I was one of the early Canvanauts (as they call themselves), working there for 16 months across 2015-2016. The job involved a pretty serious pay cut for me, but I was burnt out after working in streaming video (ā€œHow many ads can we cram in this before people stop watching?ā€) and it was so nice to work on a product with no ads, and that people loved enough to pay for. Cam was a colleague and a friend, and I met Lisa and their kids on many occasions. Melanie (CEO) and Cliff (COO) interviewed me and I worked with them on a daily basis. I didnā€™t always agree with every decision they made, but it was clear to me that their ambition did not extend to screwing over users. Even back then, when Canva was far from the unicorn it is now, the founders put their principles into action. I remember in particular a company offsite in Manila (we had a large team there) where the entire company spent a day giving back. I went with a group of colleagues to a shelter for women and kids who had been sex-trafficked, and we played games and I taught them to knit and it was one of the most meaningful things Iā€™ve done in my whole tech career.

Itā€™s wild to me now to see people that I am still Facebook friends with referred to as some of the richest people in the country. No, billionaires shouldnā€™t exist. But Iā€™m really happy to see that these three continue to do good with their fortunes, and Iā€™m proud to have contributed in some tiny way to important projects like the Quoin in Tasmania.

Mittagong and Bowral

We recently learned about Rail Discovery Passes, which allow you unlimited travel on NSW regional trains, as well as extending all the way to Brisbane and Melbourne. This suits our goal of doing more regional travel in 2025, so we recently bought six-month passes. Today we used them for the first time, catching a very early train from Sydney and riding 90 minutes to Mittagong in the Southern Highlands.

We started the day by grabbing some coffee and heading to Lake Alexandra. We patted dogs, looked for turtles, and learned about the history of the Fitzroy Iron Works.

Lake Alexandra
The park has a fun playground too.

Surfing Snook

We spent an hour or two shopping in town, and I got a couple skeins of wool from Victoria House. Our real destination though – and the original motivation for the trip – was Paste Australia. This award-winning Thai restaurant is run by a Michelin-starred chef who relocated from Bangkok to Mittagong, and weā€™d heard great things about it.

The view from Paste
We had a booking for noon, and it turns out we were the only people there! Other dates were booked out, so I think the cool, rainy weather kept people away. We had the set lunch and chose to start with the grilled eggplant saladā€¦

Eggplant salad
ā€¦along with the roasted duck with rice crackers.

Smoked duck
For mains, we had Jeen Juan chicken curryā€¦

Chicken curry
ā€¦and the restaurantā€™s speciality, Sator Pad Goong, with prawns, pork, and ā€œThai cluster beans.ā€

Sator pad goong
The set lunch also came with green beans (with garlic and chilli) and rice.

Green beans
Everything was delicious, and of course, the service was phenomenal since we were the only ones there! Well worth the special trip.

Us at Paste

After lunch, we went for a wander over to Eden Brewery and sampled some of their brews. Cool place.

Eden Brewery
The weather had turned seriously windy, cold, and rainy, so we called an Uber and headed to nearby Bowral. We had several hours until our return train, so we joined every pensioner in Bowral for a showing of Conclave at the New Empire Cinema.

Empire Cinema
After the film – which is fantastic – we did some window shopping along Bong Bong street. Hey, thatā€™s right, Don Bradman is from here!

Don Bradman was here
And then it was time to head home! Our train was a little delayed so we watched the darkening sky from the platform.

Bowral Station
From Michelin-starred lunch to a meat pie on the train. Classy Ā šŸ˜‚

Meat pie

Colour Maze

Another volunteer shift, this time at the Colour Maze. See all those dots of colour? Those are stickers. And Iā€™m the one handing out sticker sheets to hundreds of hot and overstimulated children. šŸ˜‚

Peach Marshmallow – CWA 1965 Cookbook

Continuing with our vintage cooking experiment, for the second week of January we chose what looked to be a very simple recipe: January 13 –Ā Peach Marshmallow.

Peach Marshmallow recipe

That looks pretty simple, right? Here’s the recipe:

Fill up a dozen peach halves (drained from a tin) with crushed pineapple. Top with marshmallow and grill under a slow heat until marshmallows melt a little. Serve with ice cream.

The first hurdle I ran into was actually getting canned peachĀ halves. Most of the ones on offer in our supermarket were slices. Eventually I found one brand though…

Peach Marshmallow ingredients

Rather than making a dozen, I just made 4 for us after dinner. I crushed some of the pineapple and filled each of the peach halves with it, then topped it with a marshmallow.

This is where I registered a concern: I went with Pascall Marshmallows because I figured they were an Aussie brand and would therefore be closest to what the recipe was asking for. Unlike American marshmallows, these are sold in the candy aisle and are intended to be eaten like sweets. They were coated in cornstarch and had almost a crunchy exterior. I had no idea how they would melt.

Peach Marshmallow

I put them into the oven with the top element turned on, but rather low on the temperature (like 170C). As you can see they did start to toast and melt a bit. I think they were in there well under 10 minutes, and I pulled them for fear they’d burn.

Melted marshmallow

Here they are, served with ice cream.

Peach Marshmallow

It was… okay. I mean, it’s just a peach, some pineapple, and a marshmallow. The canned peaches did get warm, but they were still pretty firm. The marshmallow was sticky and the outside was still rather crunchy, though the middle was gooey. This didn’t feel like that impressive of a dessert.

Enter the Snook.

He decided to have a go at modernising it and fancying it up. We started by doing some research on marshmallows, and after talking to some of my older friends, it looks like packaged marshmallows were not readily available here in 1965. Instead people would have been making their own using a recipe like this. “That just looks like a Swiss meringue!” he said, and got to work. He assembled his ingredients. (The plastic container has the rest of the pineapple in it.)

Peach marshmallow ingredients

He started by separating the eggs. After some internal debate he decided to do two eggs, which he weighed and then adjusted the recipe accordingly. (He did have a bit left over though, so one egg might have been sufficient.) He didn’t bother with any cream of tartar, and he had vanilla essence rather than a bean.

Separating eggs

The egg whites were mixed with sugar and gently cooked over a double-boiler until they reached the required temperature.

Cooking eggs and sugar mixture

Meanwhile, he halved and pitted the fresh, ripe peaches, and he brushed them with macadamia oil. (He left the skin on.)

Prepping peaches

Then he grilled the peaches on a ridged grill pan.

Grilling peaches

Once the egg/sugar mixture was at the right temperature, he took it off the heat, added the vanilla, and began to whisk.

Whisking

Eventually it became thick and glossy. (He thinks he might have over whipped it a bit as he was hoping for stiff peaks, but it still looked great to me!)

Whipped egg mixture

Time to assemble. He filled each grilled peach with crushed canned pineapple as before, and then added a big dollop of the Swiss meringue.

Assembling Peach Marshmallow

And then out came the blowtorch! šŸ”„ He gently toasted each one to a golden brown.

Torching the Peach Marshmallows

And here’s the completed (Fancy) Peach Marshmallow, again served with ice cream.

(Fancy) Peach Marshmallow

This version was SO MUCH BETTER. The ripe peach was soft with the perfect amount of bitterness from the char marks. The Swiss meringue was delicious and fluffy with that slight burnt sugar taste from toasted marshmallows. This is something you could serve to guests and rightly feel pretty proud of yourself!

Future enhancement: Rodd thinks there’s also scope to improve on the pineapple element, perhaps by adding a bit of rum or bourbon? Maybe caramelised and cooked down with some brown sugar and cinnamon? YES, PLEASE.

Evil.

ā€œThere is No Safe Wordā€How the best-selling fantasy author Neil Gaiman hid the darkest parts of himself for decades

I read the whole thing, even though I hated it after the first section. Itā€™s terrible. Those poor women. I donā€™t know how to separate this from my previous feelings about his art. I feel like so many things I enjoyed are now tainted and gross. We sawĀ The Ocean at the End of the Lane in London in 2021, and I wept at how beautiful it was. Itā€™s all corrupted now. Time to toss my last few remaining books of his.

And yeah, I do feel some hypocrisy at tossing my Gaiman and Rowling books but keeping a shelf of Dahl. He was an awful person too, who said and did some pretty terrible things. Somehow it feels different, like heā€™sĀ historical evil rather thanĀ today evil. Heā€™s not actively hurting people walking around the world today in the way the others are. Thatā€™s Ā what I tell myself, anyway. šŸ˜•