Remember when you were small and even just an afternoon felt like an impossibly long length of time? And when a whole week seemed like forever?
I wish time still felt like that.
Because this week has gone incredibly fast, almost uncomfortably so, as if a small snippet of my life has disappeared in a blurry void, moved so fast I barely noticed it happening and suddenly – BAM- it’s gone already. When my internship was coming to an end I couldn’t wait for a week of cooking and baking and catching up with all those various tasks that needed doing – you know…things like applying to study a journalism MA …which is totally not something I’m feeling all cool and casual about – it’s feeling like a major deal, HUGE!
And I know so by the way my lymph nodes have started swelling up and getting sore…exactly how they like to when I’m stressed!
Yesterday, walking around the supermarket, I nearly cracked.
So much food I still can’t eat! I contemplated, albeit fleetingly, the thought of giving the whole re-introduction phase up and skipping straight ahead to just eating everything again, however rubbishy doing so might make me feel.
But then I have put a lot of time and effort into doing the elimination phase properly as well as having been an absolute pain for anyone trying to cook for me, that it does make throwing it all away now seem like a very weak and foolish thing to do. And after all, there isn’t that much longer left to go. I am getting closer to the end of it all and slowly crossing the foods off my ‘to challenge’ list.
Last week I started on a work experience placement with Food and Travel magazine in London and five am starts along with four hours of commuting a day, combined with the draining effects of getting used to a new job, nerves and a desire to make a good impression, have left me unbelievably tired and without a lot of time to bake or write anything. I did, however, manage to quickly throw a batch of flapjacks together last weekend and I am beyond glad that I did. Come four pm every afternoon, they serve as a near essential energy boost to get me through to the end of the day and the long commute out of London.
Being away from home also means I’m away from my camera….so sorry about the poor photo quality, I’m having to make do with just my phone!
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 →
Nine times out of ten – no, maybe make that nine point five times out of ten – whenever I bake something, out pops the perfectionist in me trying to fish out the flaws in whatever I’ve made. Was it, perhaps, a touch too dry, too sweet, a bit dense, not flavoursome enough or the spice too overpowering? What does it need to step it up from really good, to amazing?
But when I took my first bite of one of these little chocolate and courgette cakes, the perfectionist was well and truly silenced. All I could think was amazing… perfect, even. Continue reading →