“Errrrmagherrrd, beeearrrnz errrn turrrst!”
Don’t worry, I’m not talking about the typical three-minute dinner we all endure a love-hate relationship with. I’m manning a different ship today. Think of it as a culinary prank on someone who’s expecting a medium to nice meal, maybe more nice than medium, but I’ll let you be the judge of that. [“What are we having for dinner tonight?” – “Oh, beans on toast…”] *smug face*
Anyone who knows me well knows I’m often test running various diets for weeks at a time. Lately I’ve become more and more interested in the Paleo diet, the ideology behind it inspires me. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t know if I could completely sack off all the horribly delicious foods that we all regret eating almost instantly, but it’s sure worth a shot for a couple of weeks or so.
Are you needing to prep a fancy meal but don’t want to spend hours crafting Gordon Ramsay’s answer to the fourth Michelin star? Look no further, fancy pants, here’s a frugal and easy dish to impress your pals with.
Nothing screams comfort food like Sunday does. Let’s not lie to ourselves, Sunday emits a particularly alluring sentiment towards the element of casually and subconsciously treating yourself to something delicious to stop you from feeling sorry for yourself (while you watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians
in your pyjamas). Hungover or not; it’s going to happen and what better way to spend a Sunday evening other than sticking a movie on with a choice cup of hot cocoa.
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…
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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.
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.