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!
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 →