“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.
I’ve always been obsessed with asian food. There’s something particularly rewarding about being served a dish which looks like it has had a little bit of heart poured into it, you just don’t develop the same feelings from cheese, chips and gravy. Back in November, I ventured over to Vietnam with some pals and had some of the best food I’ve ever tried; these being strong contenders.
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.