So Sunday the 15th of March turned me 25. Sadly, I spent the day feeling particularly fragile as a result of having a couple too many celebratory Shandy’s the night before. Having a circle of friends who thoroughly enjoy venturing out for a long night of craft beers and dancing to nostalgic classics like you’re Gene Kelly takes its toll when there’s a birthday to celebrate. Either way, it doesn’t stop you from being showered with party food and birthday cake, both of which I inevitably enjoyed.
I never used to be a fan of salad. More often than not, they’re about as exciting as daytime TV; which usually leads to you letting your cheat day slip. You’ll go from cheat day to cheat week before you can shout “take-out pizza”. Let’s be honest, none of us want that to happen. Don’t just plunk a bowl of leaves in front of you hoping you’ll feel satisfied after, that’s almost the equivalent of ordering an exotic cocktail made entirely of water. It’s just not going to hit the spot the way you like it.
I have a problem with leaving things until the last minute (I’m sure I’m not alone on this one). I think it must be genetic as my dad had the same problem. From what I remember, the beginning of almost every family holiday got doused in adrenaline due to the inevitable mandatory rush, whether we liked it or not, my dad would stall us. I like to imagine he did it on purpose either to wind my mum up or purely for the rush. Either way, it has been passed on to me. This year I’m a changed man, for Valentines day at least. I’ve teamed up with the cool cats at The Idle Man who have asked me to create three dishes to cook your girlfriend for Valentines day. As a result, I’ve rustled up a tried and tested, fail-proof valentines day survival plan for you fellas out there hoping to impress your lady.
AND WE’RE BACK TO EATING HEALTHY AGAIN.
Now and again I seem to accumulate waves of healthy eating will power. Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally 100% thankful for that, regardless of its fickle nature. I can only imagine that if I didn’t acquire these capricious surges, I would more than likely verge completely off the rails, crash-diving into obesity; only to be found crying into a mirror with cheesy puff crumbs decorated across my portly chin(s). It’s time to put an end to this.
There’s something particularly nostalgic about sausage rolls. Maybe it’s something to do with the mandatory birthday beige-buffet that seemed to set a precedent for children’s parties; if there is a birthday cake, then you’ll more than likely find a few of these guys kickin’ about too.
Today is Australia day. The day that the guys from down under celebrate us Brits storming over there in our ships in 1788 by consuming a considerable amount of cake covered in chocolate and coconut and most likely a bag of goon to honour the celebration. If that is enough to send you softly into a food induced coma, then don’t forget to blow up your goon-bag before you topple over so you have a delicious, wine-flavoured pillow to fall asleep on.
Coming from a family of particularly adamant meat eaters, I thought it would be a bit of a challenge to woo them with today’s ensemble, we all like a challenge, right? – I travelled from London to my home town of Guildford to visit the family for the weekend and (for a change) surprised them with a vegetarian dish for dinner. The whole charade reminded me of a slow-burning movie with a great ending; no one is quite sure if they like it at first, but towards the end they’re wanting more. Although, I could have sworn I caught my brother in-law searching for the non-existent steak at the bottom of the bowl…
It’s Sunday again, a day which single handedly justifies spending the duration in your pyjamas… and I’m not judging you for it, it’s totally acceptable. It’s also a day where brunch is most relevant, usually in hope to cure those post-Saturday night hangovers (chemically this never works, but we like to think so…) – Either way, it’s probably about time you switched Netflix off, put the kettle on and made some brunch. (or stay in bed, that’s fine too…)
It’s an obvious fact that January is a month saturated with extreme diets, obnoxious detox regimes; (guilty) And drinking pretty much nothing but bottled water and green tea in the sincere, devastatingly bittersweet hope that we can solely endure a dry run throughout January without tippling a few shandies;
PUT THE BOTTLE DOWN – However, Saturday turned my house mate and very good friend a year older, so typically; we drank, we laughed, we had fun… And I played chef for our party guests.
Regardless of the juice fast, it’s not going to steer me away from cooking up a storm for my flatmates; both of which went on their merry way to work with their lunches packed tight with these delights today. My inspiration for todays treats comes in its own unique way; I found myself channeled into a passing phone conversation in the street which combined the words “sweet, pepperoni pizza?” and decided to play on that encounter with sweet pepper pizzas. Thanks trendy guy with a beard at Elephant and Castle!
Everyone loves a bit of bread, don’t they? The unequivocal ancient masterpiece that we quite frankly, take for granted these days. Whether you have it in the morning as toast or as an evening bread & butter pudding dessert, it’s a staple we all subconsciously worship. So throw out your value, supermarket loaf that is taking up all the space in your fridge as you try to salvage a few more days of health out of it and get yourself into the kitchen.
There’s no real shortage of post-Christmas weight loss attempts being made right now, and I am totally guilty of being thrown well into the mix after over indulging during the Christmas period. Lets face it, it’s inevitable, it’s going to happen and year after year, there’s nothing we can do to stop ourselves. This year I am progressing from consuming endless amounts of Camembert and cold meats and jumping head first into the deep end of the highly controversial Juice Fast/Detox/Cleanse (whatever you want to call it) swimming pool. After recently watching a handful of health-based documentaries praising the likes of these famous juice fasts, such as: Hungry for Change and Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead, both of which are available on Netflix; I have decided to give it a try. – The only difference in my quest, is that I plan to scrap the traditional 7 day detox and embark on this journey for a month, thats right; a WHOLE MONTH of nothing but juice! And I plan to feature my progress and recipes as the month moves forwards.
First up; green breakfast juice.