Comfort dinner
When I’m not feeling good, I need roasted potatoes. Or potatoes in any form.
Recipe in the comments.
My little cuties
As much as I am irritated by people using French words for effect (read here about my full indignation), I am so endeared when anyone speaks French with me (whatever their knowledge of it). I was all excited when I found these two covers of a cheesy but catchy song I remember from my childhood. Midnight Juggernauts and Vampire Weekend, you little cuties you.
Puppy snooze
You know the days you have so much work to do, and you wake up with a nasty, nasty headache? Hello, Thursday.
Maybe I should do like Mira and have a snooze in the sun. Oh wait, there’s not really any sun either. Crap.
Breakfasts
I can’t commit to one thing for breakfast and eat it day after day. So I have a rotation of breakfasts that have to be simple enough for my 5:30 ‘I just staggered out of bed’ lack of coordination, but be interesting enough that I won’t be depressed with each bite. Word of advice, don’t look at this before having breakfast or most likely you will be depressed.
You shouldn’t be fooled by the first picture’s apparent simplicity: this is no ordinary porridge, it’s Jeremy’s porridge (or oats? Can you say either or?).
And the poor second picture belongs to the class of foods that are delicious to eat but ugly to look at. Don’t start sniggering that I am eating maggots: they’re sweetened adzuki beans (and if you still see a lot of beans in there, it’s because I’m not very coordinated at 5:30, remember?). If you have ever tried making Daifuku, instead of burning your fingers and/or sticking them together with impossible to work with hot molten rice paste, just make the filling and spread it on toast. There.
Reflections
Feetsies in the window of a really amazing Chapel street store. Read Shiitake, onion and artichoke gnocchi
Let me profess my love for gnocchi: they are little pillows of potato, they can combine well with almost anything and they cook really fast.
Recipe is in the comments. Did I say how much I love gnocchi?
Swept up
This is one of my favourite hair things: a comb that belonged to my grandmother. It’s only plastic but it feels like the most precious piece of plastic in the world. And it comes in very handy when my hair wants to do its own thing (which is pretty much everyday).
Pumpkin and lentil soup
This is one of my favourite things to eat, hands down! Recipe in the comments.
Metal exchange
Me (pointing to an open can of refried beans): I’m going to throw this out, it’s been open in the fridge for 3 days and Renée* doesn’t like that.
Christian: But she’s not here.
Me: It’s got to do with keeping foods refrigerated in cans: it’s not good. The metal exchanges something with the food.
Christian: Love?
*Renée is my mother, and she would know about metal exchanges because she’s a chemistry graduate. There.
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