Love food, hate waiting for it… Well, it’s really been a while. I honestly couldn’t really tell you why I’ve had no motivation to write for the past couple of months, but every time I sat down with an idea, I just had no idea how to tell it. I’m quite an introvert and usually…
Okay winter, I’ve had enough now. It’s March for fuck’s sake. I’m so sick of the cold weather, the frosty walks to work and worst of all – the terrible lighting. I’m also bored of eating stodgy winter warmers instead of balanced, fresh meals. Sure, this is slightly more within my control than the weather,…
If you don’t already know this about me, you should probably learn that I love seafood. Not a particularly controversial claim, I know, but an important one nonetheless. And if there’s something I enjoy more than a juicy prawn, mussel or lobster, it’s all of the above with the addition of a bit of spice….
I’m sure I’m not alone in my surprise (and slight disappointment) at the postponing of spring. As this frosty winter weather rears its ugly head, I don’t know about you, but I’m craving proper cold weather fare – a hot bowl of steaming soup that warms you from the inside out. But I’m starting to…
I confess, I can be kinda terrible at this content planning thing (in my personal life, anyway – it’s kinda my job at work). It can be difficult to find the time, will and energy to write things to a deadline when you’re doing it for yourself. You can’t force the chatty voice or thoughtful…
Going out to dinner is one of my favourite ways to indulge. I spend most of my waking hours thinking about food in some way, whether it’s planning a menu for my week of home cooked meals, thinking about how best to avoid disappointment in the work canteen, or giving into my garlic pizza bread…
A weekend brunch is really the most comforting thing. Whether you’re gearing up for a busy day, nursing a hangover or just want to unleash your inner middle-class white woman, brunch is ever the solution to your weekend woes. Brunch has always promised that little bit more than the traditionally beige breakfast plate. I’m not…
I’ve deliberately waited a long time to write this post. Even now, I’m wondering if this is the right time, because the ‘journey’ of my breasts is far from over (I mean, they’re with me for the rest of my life) and I don’t know how I’m going to feel in six months, a year,…
If there’s anything I pride myself on, other than my rapid mental absorption of odd facts akin to one of the QI elves, it’s my roast potatoes. I’ve tried many a roastie, and I’ve met many a person who stubbornly will not concede that anything but their mum’s roast potatoes are the best. Until they’ve…
Sometimes I think that people really don’t comprehend how difficult it is being a twenty-something at this particular point in history. Alongside the usual twenty-something anxieties that have probably affected every generation preceding us, about making decisions on careers, marriage, babies, mortgages, health and what we’re going to do when our parents die, there’s now…
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