14 July, 2012

How to make the most delicious raspberry cake on earth??!!

     I am known for loving eating and making this cake. It is so easy and quick to make, and it a wonderful summer treat. I do avoid making it, cause I am trying to have a healthy diet, and get my body into shape, but sometimes you just have to give yourself a break. I would recommend everyone this kind of break, because it is cheap, delicious and refreshing!!!

     What you need for this amazing cake are the following ingredients:
One and a half can of sour cream(I used the one with 20% of milk fat)

a kilo of raspberries

About 20 spoons of sugar

3 double packs, or 6 normal pack of Piskote biscuit. Now, I am not sure how are they called in English, but they are these biscuits made out of sugar, eggs and flour, and they have sugar spread all over the top...
     All of these ingredients are for the HUGE cake I made. I do have about 25 people coming to this party I am making, so I need a huge cake, but you can make it much smaller, or even bigger. The pictures and an explanation of how you make the cake follows:

Step 1:

Wash well the raspberries, and leave them to dry out a bit.

Step 2:

Spread the biscuits on a plate you previously prepared for the cake. 

Step 3:

Mix a all of the sour cream with all of the sugar you prepared. Now, make sure to use a regular spoon, and just mix it all up so it is homogeneous, but not too much. We need the sugar not to melt straight away. It should melt after the cake is done, making the biscuit soft and yummy!

Step 4:

Pour 2/5 of the prepared sweet sour cream and spread it all over the biscuit. 

Step 5:

By now, the raspberries should be much watery, so you can use them. Spread them all over the biscuit covered with sweet sour cream. After this step, you should have you cake looking like this:

Step 6:

Do the step 2 again, but spread the biscuit over the raspberries, like this:

Step 7:

The same as step 4, again using again the 2/5 of the sweet sour cream. It should look like this:

Step 8(optional):

Use the remaining sour cream, and spread it a bit over the top of the cake. It should look somewhat like this:

Now, the 8th step is optional, because you can just go to step nine, and finish the whole thing. I did the 8th step because I am making the cake about 24h hours before serving, and I wanted the biscuit to get really soft. I didn't put the whipped cream(step 9) right away, because I think it gets all gross if it stays on the cake for too long, so no need to put if you have time a few hours before the serving.

Step 9:

Cover the cake with whipped cream, cool it for a few hours, and enjoy the delicious dessert!

It looked like this after everyone had a piece... Sorry for not having better pictures, I didn't have time with all the party planning :-)

12 July, 2012

I have been given flowers!!!!

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decypher even fragments of their meaning.
LYDIA MARIA CHILD, Letters from New York

     I would lie if I would say I was never given flowers. Sure I did. For Woman's day, when the guys at the office are obliged to give us flowers or presents. I don't count those. I don't even count those few roses I got for my mum's B-days or our slava. They gave flowers to my mum, and a rose to me and my sister. I semi-count the flowers I've been given years ago. A rose from a friend for my 15th birthday, and a flower from another friend for my 18th birthday. They weren't much memorable. And I didn't care much then. 
     But what I do count is this:

     A wonderful, one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen! Made just for me. Brought to me. It had a perfume hanging above the higest flower, but I'd already taken it when I took the picture.I was given this amazing flowers by my mum's godson - Milos. He is a sweet 15 years old boy. His mum arranged everything, I don't doubt, but still, I was amazed, and sooo happy. It is not everyday I am given flowers. This morning when I got up, and saw this amazing and colourful gift, I smiled by default, as I am sure I will be doing a lot in the next few days!


04 July, 2012

How does it look/feel like to have your tonsils removed?

     After years of being sick every few months, not being able to drink cold, eat a lot of ice-cream, and generally looking funny when I open my mouth, I finally decided it was time to do something about it!
     I used to have naturally enlarged palatine tonsils, which grew a lot when I would have a soar throat or something worse. Once, when I had mono, they grew so big that I almost couldn't breath, let alone drink, eat, speak. But now, I will never have to deal with any sort of displeasing things as those I mentioned, because I had my palatine tonsils removed, and this is how it all happened...

     First of all, before I guide you through this really unpleasant journey, I have to explain what are actually tonsils.

There are two kinds of tonsils:

First, we have a pair of two - palatine tonsils, which I had removed:

And we also have a (as we call it in Serbia) the third tonsil - pharyngeal tonsil:

(pictures found on wikipedia)

     First, before I went to have the surgery, I had to have an otorhynolaringologyst (or whatever the spelling) check me up. It was pretty fast actually. He looked at my throat for about 3 seconds and said: "Yep, you should have them removed." Few weeks later we set up a date, he gave me a list of all the things I had to do beforehand:

* blood tests (biochemistry mostly)
* blood type test (it's B+ if anyone wonders)
* general check up by a Internal medicine specialist
* urine sample check up 
* a few more which I can't really remember (nothing scary nor painful)

     After I had all the results, I went to see an anaesthesiologists who gave me his permission to be put under general anaesthesia during the surgery. A few days later I went to the hospital where I was for 5 days who looked like this:

Day 1:
I was admitted around 9.30 AM and put in a room with an 18 year old girl, Danijela. She was to have a nose deviation surgery. We were in a two bedroom room, and it was ok. She was young, full of joy kind of a girl, and we got along pretty well. They gave us pajamas and told us to shower before bad and put them on. We laughed so much when we saw them, and later after we showered(that was an adventure, but not as big as the Day 3 adventure which i will explain when i get there) and put them on, she said we looked like prisoners from a popular movie in Serbia (Pljacka treceg Rajha). Of curse, I had to take a picture, so I can show you people. The pajamas are huge and sooo funny!

     Soon after I went to bed trying not to think about what will happen next.

Day 2: 
Being woken up at 5:45AM is not something I like, but they had to take our temperature, so I had to keep the anger inside. I tried to go back to sleep, but around 7AM I gave up and just lay in bed until the doctors came to see us. After that i did all the calls to my mum assuring her I am fine, not worried, not nervous etc. Around 9AM, they came for me and I was taken to the Intensive Care(IC). They gave me an injection to calm me down, but I was really feeling ok. I think it was actually a pre-anaesthetic if there is such a thing. The guy who gave me that injection was very funny, and made me laugh several times. He even answered his cell and gave his email to a guy from Canada, and holding the injection in his hands the whole time, just prolonging the inevitable. 10 minutes after the injection that didn't hurt much(I got around 15 more in the following days), they took me to the Operating Room(OR). I saw that there was an ongoing operation in another OR but didn't ask what it was because I saw the bed where I was supposed to lie down. After they lay me down, everything happened very fast. I had to undress the jacket of my pajamas and but it on my chest. While this nurse was helping me adjust my head to this leather thingy (I think it was leather, can't recall exactly), another guy, who I believe is the anaesthesiologist put a needle in my hand. Now, I am sure there is name for what he put on/in my hand, but I have no idea what it could be in English, and I tried to find it, but I couldn't. I did find a picture, and it looks like this:

     Why is this detail so important to me? It isn't, put having that thingy in my hand for the following 4 days was such a pain in the neck -.-. Anyways, after he put that in my hand, the nurse put a mask on my face. Now, she said it was oxygen, but honestly, I have no idea. I remember I asked whether I can see my tonsils once they get them out (don't even ask!), and I think they all started laughing, but I am not really sure, cause the next thing I remember I was in the IC again, where they gave me some dish, and a tissue so I can spit out blood. I slept for an hour more in a few turns during which i remember seeing people coming to the IC, when a nurse came and said someone needs to go back to their room, and I volunteered because I felt ok. I was really ok, because I even walked to my room. I fell asleep again, and two hours later (around 2PM), the nurse came and gave me 2 injections of Lendacin through that thingy I had on/in my hand. Since it is a strong drug, and i didn't eat, i felt rather dizzy, and sick, so I had to lie down again. he also gave me an injection in my behind so I wouldn't feel too much pain. He also so gave me tea, and demanded I drink as much as I can. I slept some more, and woke up in time for my friends, and later my mum and sister to come see me and bring me pudding. I ate it somehow, and it wasn't all that bad. I also had dinner(mashed potatoes) around 5PM (?!! - hospitals) and got back to bed. I got another anti pain injection around 10PM, and feel asleep. I didn't wake up much that night.

Day 3:
Again, waking up at 5:45, having my temperature taken. Danijela and I were in our room almost the whole day, drinking tea, and feeling shitty. I was in so much pain, because of the anesthesia. I felt like every single muscle in my body ached! I didn't feel much pain, but I did get injection for the pain every 7-8 hours. I ate ok that day. Mashed potatoes, pudding... That is pretty much everything I ate since I had the surgery and even now that I am writing this. It was Friday, and I was hoping they would let me go home on Sunday, because they let most people go on the third day after the surgery. Also, I showered and washed my hair. It was an adventure I must admit. I had to make sure my left hand what that thingy inside doesn't get too wet, and if that wasn't hard enough, the shower hand (is it called like that?) didn't work, so I had to crouch the whole time and use my right hand to wash my hair, and do all the work. If someone saw me, they would still be laughing...

Day 4:
Unfortunately that didn't happen, so my mum brought me my laptop to keep me company. By noon, I was in so much pain that I actually didn't complain that they kept me in the hospital. Even the night before I couldn't sleep so I asked for an injection around 4-5. I could eat the mashed potatoes, the mashed chicken (only a few bites, cause it is gross), pudding, and finally ice cream! Though I am pretty much disappointed by the one they bought me. It is supposedly high quality vanilla, and it was actually gross. I threw away half of it. I did kill time by watching two movies from the huge pile my friend Sandra brought, and catching up with the episodes of my favorite series I missed. 

Day 5:
Waking up to find out they might let me go home, and then see they wouldn't cause I live far away from the hospital (and that is bull, I live 20 minutes away!), I felt really frustrated. But I was still in pain, so I didn't complain much. I spend the day reading, watching movies, and playing rummy with a few other patients. There were around 20 of us. Some were kids, some were really old, and some were 20-45. I was in a double room, so I didn't really talk that much with others, but those that were in 4-6 bed rooms were socializing much more. I didn't bother with that much, cause I just wanted to be done with the whole thing and go home.

Day 6 - Coming home
I finally was being released home. I did ask for another injection before I went home. I think if I'd stayed one more day, my behind wouldn't have a place to be given an injection. It is all blue and ugly now. Both sides. Anyways, around 11AM I was at home, and the first thing I did was wash up. Wash my hair normally, and feel clean again.

     So, after 5 days in a hospital, the 5th day after the surgery, when I was no longer getting injections every 6-7-8 hours, the pain felt real. By 3PM I couldn't talk, I just wanted the pain to go away. On Tuesday, mum consulted with a nurse who is also our family friend, and she recommended I take another anti pain med, so now that I am taking it, the pain is less horrible, but still very unpleasant. I hope that it will go away in a few days, or at least be bearable without the meds, because I am not really happy drinking a strong med to prevent infection that the doctor prescribed + pain meds for almost a week now. My immune system will go downhill, especially when I am not eating much, or healthy for that matter.

     Hopefully I will be like new in 7-10 days, and I will tell you how it feels to not have tonsils anymore...

01 July, 2012

Gaudeamus Igitur Juvenes Dum Sumus - I present to you a University Graduate!!! - DONE

Gaudeamus Igitur - Students' Anthem
Gaudeamus igitur, 
Juvenes dum sumus;
Post icundum iuventutem,
Post molestam senectutem
Nos habebit humus.
Let us therefore rejoice,
While we are young;
After our youth,
After a troublesome old age
The ground will hold us.
Vita nostra brevis est,
Brevi finietur;
Venit mors velociter,
Rapit nos atrociter;
Nemini parcetur.
Our life is brief,
It will shortly end;
Death comes quickly,
Cruelly snatches us;
No-one is spared.
Ubi sint qui ante nos
In mundo fuere?
Vadite ad superos,
Transite in inferos
Hos si vis videre.
Where are those who before us
Existed in the world?
You may go up to the gods,
You may cross into the underworld
If you wish to see them.
Vivat academia,
Vivant professores,
Vivat membrum quodlibet,
Vivat membra quaelibet;
Semper sint in flore!
Long live the university,
Long live the teachers,
Long live each male student,
Long live each female student;
May they always flourish!

     The day had come when I can cross out another thing from my list, and tell everyone I have graduated. Finished University! I am now part of that 6% of the people in my country with higher education. The elite some might say. Personally, I am not sure I would ever use that term.
     On Monday(26th) I had my last exam, and on Tuesday afternoon, I found out that I passed with a great grade. It was thrilling, since I was in the hospital getting ready for my surgery, which I will explain in the next post. Anyway, my last exam was Human Resorces, and I was pleased to say I had lots of luck, and I knew 90% of the questions that were on my exam. That is why I got the grade 9, and my average grade will be around 9.35.(I will get back to you on that)
     How do I feel now that I have finished with another part of my life? I must admit, it makes no difference to me. I still feel the same. Except now I need to see what next. I mean what is there after this? I have applied for a scholarship for a DAUS program here in Belgrade, and I will apply for a Master Course in London. And I will try to enroll on this interesting Master Course in Belgrade, but somehow, that is all just a plus, because, I have finished my 16 years of, in my mind, obligatory education(don't get me wrong, and I will explain why I find it obligatory for myself one day), and I might be tired of studying more... But if I do get a scholarship, I will see that as a sign, that I need to continue with my education!!!! But that won't happen until September/October, so there is time!
    Until then, I will just be happy I can enjoy the spare time I have and read, relax, and think about what next during this promising Summer of 2012!

Oh, I almost forgot!