Image from here.
I’m sorry, my posts have had such little heart in them. I’m sorry that some of what I’ve posted has been terrible. I’m sorry to myself, this isn’t what I wanted. I’m not sorry about the above photo though, dogs with messages are amazing.Continue reading →
Lately I’ve been feeling uneasy and less assured. Like life is hanging in the balance, a constant see-saw of pleasing everyone; am I fun enough, do I work enough, is this too much pasta, do I have enough friends, am I smart enough?
I’m not entirely sure when this began. As a teenager I never felt like this. I had boyfriends that maybe elicited this kind of reaction, but I always had people to fall on. It was always ‘everything is perfect…but X’ now it’s more ‘what the ‘eff is going on?’. When did everything get so complicated? Continue reading →
He is known as the voice of his generation, Etgar Keret is an Israeli writer who you should definitely know about. I recently read “Suddenly a Knock on the Door” and it blew. my. mind.
Short stories have always been among my favourite; Roald Dahl’s were particularly alluring, read during an eventful English class (my English teacher was sick so we had a substitute who raised llamas; you could not make this up) and quoted ever since. Continue reading →
My life is currently 100% consumed by 30 Rock, I’ve watched 3 and a half seasons in just over a week. I’m denying to the death an addiction but I’m pretty sure I’ve become Liz Lemon. Continue reading →
Sometimes it definitely seems like I can bake only under pressure. Sunday I had all the time in the world and I set out to make a fairly simple creation “Exploding Strawberry Cheesecake”, the issue came with a non-bake cheesecake… Martha Stewart you failed me. It didn’t set at all, in any way, shape or form. It was barely a custard. I froze it and salvaged what I could but it was no way photogenic. Still delicious, but no.
I used the base from the exploding chocolate tart with the shortbread that I made a week or so ago (I froze the shortbread to keep it)
I really like books, I love books in fact. My uncle used to complain that I always had my head in books; it made me feel like Matilda. This recipe comes from one of my favourite books; my mums handwritten journal of recipes, it’s lost it’s covers but when I was younger I would flip through it. Mostly with disgust, as there were a lot of fish recipes in there and beyond tuna I did not care for fish at all as a child.
Here’s what’s inspiring me/getting me through this week.
Clockwise: Chicago in Winter – I can’t wait to be there in 3 months (from Pinterest), I know this is old but Macklemore and Ryan Lewis’ Album The Heist, Edgar Keret’s Suddenly a Knock at the Door; short and sweet stories, this amazing scarf from Athena Procopiou
I’m currently suffering from appears to be a week long food hangover; my body aches and my thighs are a lot less gappy.
I assumed I’d learnt my lesson after I ate so much jelly and ice cream that I was sick as a seven-year old. Apparently not. Then there was that time I got drunk on cheese.
Have you ever had a food hangover? Continue reading →
Strawberries and champagne scream early British summer to me. Wimbledon, the early sun, 99’s, the softest grass you ever did lay your head upon and bright, long days filled with the scent of ripe strawberries are constantly in my dreams; not that I like Wimbledon. Things just always seemed a tad more civilised whilst it was on. The grunting annoys me. Continue reading →