Little savoury tarts
That’s bright isn’t it? The light in my kitchen is awkward so I resorted to flash.
Recipe in the comments.
9
9 years ago today, I woke up at 5 and my first thought was ‘I’m getting married!’. It was still night outside. I remember putting on my wedding dress (dark pink and dark red), then a shirt over it and sneakers (which looked awesome…) to avoid disasters while getting my hair and make-up done. I remember fishing out of the fridge the hair pins that had spent the night in the vegetable drawer to keep their flowers fresh.
I remember trying to manage on the cobblestones in the Aix-en-Provence town hall courtyard, with 9 cm heels (never again). I remember standing during the ceremony and holding Christian’s hand the whole time. I remember thinking ‘I hope at least one photograph of me looks decent’ (more than one did), and that rice at high speed hurts the teeniest amount.
I drank a lot of champagne.
Each year since then we add one little stone to a tiny ring, our anniversary ring. I have small fingers so mine is getting full. I can’t believe I can count up to 9 on it already. God that went fast.
Vegan Month of Food
I’m not a very old vegan (maybe 5-ish months old), but I decided to take part in this year’s VMOF (or Vegan Mofo, which sounds really bad ass!). This means I will be posting pictures of what I make for breakfast, lunch and dinner (and snacks) about 5 days a week. For those of you who are interested, recipes for everything will be in the comments. For those of you who aren’t, I won’t be only posting about vegan food all month so hopefully you won’t be too bored!
Round we went
Today I went to my first ‘Round she goes‘ market (a thrifty secondhand clothing heaven). Armed with some amazing sidekicks who helped me make some tough decisions (and bought me gifts!!), I managed to spend only $27 and brought home some real goodies. And even though I always tell myself not to buy anything stripy, I always do. Don’t judge!
Travesty vegetable
‘Those are kind of nice I guess, for a travesty of nature.’
Christian is warming up to beetroot chips! Considering he describes beetroot as purple snot, this is a milestone.
I’m on a horse
‘Really?’ you ask.
Well, no. The closest I ever got was a pony ride when I was 6. ’Being on a horse’ in French (‘Être à cheval’, the literal translation) means to have beliefs or principles that are non negotiable. So for tonight, I will tell you a few things I’m on a horse about:
- Crap food (with letters, numbers and colours as ingredients).
- Screaming on the street: I am easily startled (remember?).
- Bad hygiene: disrespectful (please smell nice in public places) and just plain gross.
- Tracksuit pants or tops when not exercising. I don’t care how comfortable they are.
- Rudeness.
- Wearing a skirt over pants, which every girl in Melbourne seemed to insist on doing in 2002. I’m still scarred.
- Using French words for effect while speaking another language and getting the spelling (accents people!) or gender wrong. I know, I’m a snob.
Maybe in retrospect not such a good idea to share things that irritate me before my bedtime. Now I’m all worked up.
(Image is from here).
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