Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Eat oranges, yeh scurvy landlubbers! (Or a very important warning)

Here at George, it has come to our attention that though scurvy was a dangerous nutrient deficiency amongst sailors in the 13th century, modern day society has produced another cohort of individuals at dire risk of developing the disease. We call this cohort "the uni students", and they are a high risk group for similar reasons to those faced by 13th century sailors. These are:

- Long stints in areas where no fresh produce can be grown, and for a longer time than it can be stored (i.e. nightclubs followed by hangover bed-therapy)

- Lack of understanding of proper nutrition (the food pyramid is entirely constructed of two-minute noodles, often served uncooked)

- Duties that take precedence over preparation of a proper meal (full timetable of clubbing)

- Mistaking alcohol for a multivitamin

So you've got scurvy. What is it?

As we've said, scurvy was the "in" disease during the 13th century. It was the disease to have. It's a lack of Vitamin C, also known as ascorbic acid (which literally means "acid without scurvy"). It is characterised by a feeling of general discomfort and fatigue, followed by mood swings, bruising of the skin, gum disease and looseness of the teeth. Additionally, the ill person may experience death.

The ill person may never have experienced
one of these, however.

Fortunately, scurvy is very treatable. By returning to a normal Vitamin C intake, symptoms can be completely abated. However, some students are unaware as to where Vitamin C may be found. Nutrition information for instant noodles indicates that you can't get Vitamin C out of this staple (but you can get scurvy). Here are some examples of where you might find ascorbic acid in the wild:

Citrus fruits such as the mandarin have a high
Vitamin C content and also better for you
than two-minute noodles.

Broccoli also is better for you than
two minute noodles and will
prevent your inevitable demise
from scurvy.


Pineapples. Eat them.

Having made a Vitamin C-themed field trip to the fruit market, George decided that making his own orange juice would be a fun experiment in nutrition. Orange juice is a kind of juice that is sometimes made from oranges and can't be found in a bottle marked 'cruiser', just so we're clear.

We're gonna need a bigger bowl.

Having sufficiently armed ourselves with oranges, we employed the services of the juicing insert in the rocket blender in the cupboard. It can pretty much be used for anything, and last week when we went through 2kg of cheese we had to fly it to the moon to get some more. Once when the police came over and asked to see the garage we found the bone-cruncher insert particularly useful. I would recommend its addition to any kitchen and penguin-smuggling operation.

This is what the inside of an orange looks like,
just FYI.

I remember Today Tonight or similar TV dribble doing an expose on orange juice once. It was all, "Your orange juice is older than your grandpa and there's no actual orange in it." I feel like replying, "well, duh. If there was any actual orange in it, they'd be using it as currency with gold for five cent pieces."


That's because 10 oranges make about one sip of
orange juice. Or something like that.


Ok. Slight exaggeration. About half the oranges ended up making an acceptable amount of Georgian Orange Drink (GOD), also known as the Cure for Scurvy.

Fresh fruit. You should try it sometime.


Breakfast at Georganies!

It started out like any other day. Wake up at 5:30am. Sit in bed thinking how cold it is. Then get up despite the cold to get to the gym at a reasonable (Or seemingly unreasonable) time.

On the way home, Caitlin and Jeremy decided that they should cook a feast fit for kings, or at least hungry bohemian gym junkies! So, it was on! Let the cooking begin!

We prepared a scrumptuous and nutritious meal of toast, egg, baked beans, tomato and facon. Jeremy had some cheese on top. Caitlin doesn't believe in cheese in the morning. Jeremy disagrees.

Caitlin is excited about the taste of a prospective breakfast

The stage was set for an amazing occurrence. Breakfast. Our hands were covered in raw egg and olive oil, and our mouths were salivating heavily. Time to get a cook on!


Firstly, Jeremy cooked the eggs in the frying pan. One at a time, I might add. Meanwhile, Caitlin was cooking the toast. After the first batch of toast was done, Jeremy took one look at them and exclaimed:

'That's not toast! That's warm bread!'

The eggs were getting done, and the tomatoes were just getting ready to take a trip to the Pan+oil Beach when BANG! the baked beans were done! Caitlin had surprised everyone by cooking them in the microwave oven without Jeremy even noticing (A skill glorified in Mother Russia).


Everything was coming together perfectly! The toast and baked beans were being served up on plates and the eggs and tomatoes were waiting for their best friend FACON to join the plate party!


The excited superheroes of breakfast bravado proudly served up their victorious delectable delights and served them up with a smidgen of sauce.


And successful as morning chefs, we dined upon our savoury dishes, which we had painstakingly prepared with our poor exhausted muscles!

Also, we'd like to say hello to the staff at the top of the fridge. And welcome the new addition. Major Peppercorn. We hope everyone is nice and friendly to him. It's his first day!


So, I'm fairly confident it's time for a nap. And maybe some juice! :)

Blog out!



Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Vegetables


Hello my little georgables,
I am making vegetables,
I've just planted them in mud,
seeds that like the taste of blood,
and enjoy all things atmospheric,
Names Sookie, Spike and Erik,
Dracula; the big vampire king,
Buffy, Victor and Van Helsing,


We hope that they sprout fastly,
into onion, celery, rocket, parsley,
They will grow in bottles of pepsi max,
Since birds enjoy vampiric snacks,
Also I'm lazy, and outside is scary,
A patch that is too grassy to bury,




A Shuffling Obsession.

Stop! It's not hammer time right now. It's time for shuffling.

Shuffling is a dance style that started 30 years ago or so in the raves of Melbourne an has since spread around the world.

It is characterized by fast movements with the arms and legs and it looks like they're sliding across the ground. There are a few
techniques in Shuffling, e.g. the running man, and of course, shuffling..

We at george incorporated feel shuffling is the next step in human evolution and it should be embraced full-heartedly! And in the words of George Darwin, "Let there be light cheese".

We will endeavour to be the very best. Like no one ever was.. in the world of shuffling. George has just started practicing and we're hoping in a few months we will be able to put on a humongous Circus show.. :)

I will leave this as an introduction. We shall keep you up to date on the shuffling question.

Meet George

Unfortunately, no-one can be told what George is. You have to see him for yourself.




But, between you and I, he's a bit like a house. In fact; he's exactly like one. If one were to peep through the heavy cream curtains of the comfortable suburban lounge room, one might catch a glimpse of one of the many eclectic denizens of George or his associates. These denizens are also known as George. And so are his associates. It's a bit like holding a mirror up to a mirror, except that it's like holding a George up to a George, and realising he's in fact made up of tiny, tiny Georges.

Like George's table is made up of
tiny, tiny tables.

Which has nothing to do with
miniature tooth paste. Except
that a dinosaur would never
have used either.


Now that we have the formalities out of the way, I suppose it is my duty as your George and host to give you a bit of an idea what to expect in this blog. In upcoming episodes, you will find out about the 13:5 guitar-people ratio, how to plant vampires and grow them into vegetables, how to raise baby praying mantids into formidable man-eaters and how to convert a bag of foam into a variety of person-shaped objects.

This is an instructional blog. It's a how-to in being as funky as we are.

Are you George enough to take it?