Beverages · Breakfast · Food

Banana, Apple, Dates Milkshake

I work very hard during the week and hardly get to do all I wanted to do. I suppose this is the case for just about everyone I know, there seems to always be a major lack in time, so on weekend mornings I like to keep it simple. Seeing as I wake up very… Continue reading Banana, Apple, Dates Milkshake

Food · Main Dish

Creamy, Cheesy, Nutty Pasta

I am not very good at following recipes. Directions in general I have no problem with, but I do realise that it’s just what they are – directions – and I can go any direction I would like as long as I get there in the end. I have a particular fondness for getting lost.… Continue reading Creamy, Cheesy, Nutty Pasta

Food · Main Dish · Side Dish

Five Cheese Lasagna

It was a few Saturdays ago when I had nothing to eat and nothing in the fridge for quick salvation.

I’m single, I work a lot, my fridge is practically empty most the time. My freezer, however, is always full of frozen vegetables, milk, cheese and other things that save me in that one-two months that I may not go to the supermarket.

Yes, I’m not a fan of going to the supermarket.

I did, however, have inspiration (the magical ingredient), some leftover cheeses that I usually love to integrate into my “emergency cooking” and some black olives my sister gave me.

So that early afternoon Saturday way back when was delightfully spent making up my own what’s-in-the-fridge-lasagna recipe (don’t you love spontaneous recipes?).

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Breakfast · Food · New Beginnings

In the Beginning, there was Nothing

I don’t write nearly as much as I should and I don’t cook as much as I’d like.

I always loved writing, the way that every jot and tittle got together to make a letter, then a word, then a sentence and then a story. How can ink and some paper describe somebody’s life? But it does.

To me, writing is a natural extension of my “artistic” disposition, it doesn’t matter whether I use images, words, wool or food, it is all for the same purpose. What I am really doing is letting me out and letting you in. Everything about me defines who I am and to me, there is a lot to words. They are much like tools; if they are used correctly you could easily extract who I am.

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