Yesterday I ate half a slice of toast for breakfast. This morning I ate a whole slice. Tomorrow (provided I don’t get any horrible symptom flare-ups), I will eat two slices of
I am almost beside myself with excitement! (and that wasn’t sarcasm).
Quite simply, happiness on a plate.
Over the last eight weeks, I had pretty much managed to forget the wonders of toast…crispy outside, fluffy inside, spread with butter and jam. Eating toast this morning brought back memories of the weekend breakfast ritual I developed during my final year at uni. It was simple. It involved two slices of toast, one spread with jam, one with marmalade, a cup of tea, and a magazine. As part of the ritual, I had to cut each slice in half and then eat the pieces in an alternating fashion…marmalade, jam, marmalade, jam. Some may consider this slightly OCDish, to me it was just comforting. Continue reading →
At close glance, those of you familiar with my train journey down to the south west might think I was somewhere a little past Exeter, looking out over the sea.
But no… that is a field. See the tree? That’s a real bit of flooding going on there!
Thanks to the flooding, it meant having to get a coach for the second half of my journey. Normally, this kind of thing – extending my three hour journey home to a seven hour one – would put me in a bit of a mood. Continue reading →
Perhaps it’s a test, to build my adaptability and capacity to handle uncertainty.
Currently, I have absolutely no idea where I’m headed next. I’m still stuck in limbo land. I want to follow that part of me that lights up at the thought of a food related career. But I just can’t quite figure out how to make that a reality.
Which food-related route do I attempt to go down? Chef school? A commis chef job? Take a journalism course that may, or may not, lead me towards a career in food writing? Continue reading →
If Christmas had a taste, it would have to be mince pie flavour. To me, nothing says Christmas more.
Until this week I really hadn’t caught the ‘it’s nearly Christmas’ feeling. There’s been far too many other things going on for my brain to even manage Christmas thoughts… things like getting a new job and relocating back to Cardiff at two days notice…which has been stressful and exciting in equal measure. Fortunately for me I have the most amazing cousins, who conveniently happened to be making numerous drives between Cardiff and my home town last week, meaning I could grab a lift up to Cardiff with my stuff…I’ve no idea how I’d have done it without them. Also rather conveniently, they have now gone on a four month ski season in France -envious much- leaving a house in Cardiff in need of house sitting…ideal! The house also happens to be next door to my boyfriend’s…Now things can’t really get any more convenient, or freakishly coincidental, or brilliant than that. Continue reading →
These caramel shortbread should come with a health warning.
They’re just plain dangerous! I mean, look at them.
Unless you have the world’s best self-restraint, these are exactly the type of thing you will find yourself over-consuming right up to the point at which you start to feel unwell… and possibly even past that. Continue reading →
Snowed under with essays and a dissertation back in May, I couldn’t think of anything better than time like this. Free, empty time with no deadlines and very little that I ‘had’ to do. I imagined it would be fantastic; time to do whatever I wanted. I could spend entire days reading, writing, creating recipes and working on blog posts.
But somehow it just isn’t quite working out like that.
I’m currently experiencing a classic case of tasks expanding to fill the time available. Somehow largely fruitless job searches on-line, the occasional job application when I do finally come across something and editing a book for a family friend, seems to be taking up my entire time.
I have also fallen into a bad habit of losing vast stretches of time to the internet, reading blogs, looking for recipe inspiration, researching wheat-free baking. It’s just far too easy to get lost out here! Continue reading →
It’s been tough this week…the cravings have kicked in!
One morning I woke up desperate for toast and headed straight to the little Sainsbury’s round the corner for some free-from bread. The slices were disappointingly miniature. I toasted them up and smothered them with peanut butter and then they were just about edible.
I’ve been feeling like I ‘need’ to eat an apple. That’s probably just because I know I can’t.
I am envious of my mince pie and cinnamon bagel eating boyfriend.
I’ve also been stranded away from home due to flooding, causing me to run out of all the FODMAP friendly goodies I brought with me…granola, home-made ginger cookies, chocolate torte (which was amazing, by the way). Continue reading →